Dhruvs

I stirred awake as the golden morning light kissed  eyelids, coaxing him from sleep. I blinked, adjusting to the soft glow filling the room, and turned his gaze toward the window. There she stood—effortless, radiant—her fingers brushing against the curtain as she pulled it open, inviting the sun into their world.

His breath hitched slightly at the sight of her, draped in the delicate folds of a saree, its fabric flowing like liquid silk over her form. Droplets of water clung to the ends of her damp hair, catching the light as they trailed down her back. Her skin, a porcelain canvas warmed by the sun, glowed in the morning hush. His gaze traced the gentle curve of her waist, the way it swayed ever so subtly as she moved. Then, his eyes lingered on her lips—rosy, soft, slightly parted, as if lost in thought.

I admired her, mesmerized not just by her beauty, but by the quiet poetry of her presence—the way she made the simplest moments feel like eternity.Iwalked out of the bed and walked towards her ,she didn't notice till ,I turn her around, caging her against the window and me. Her hands rest on my hard chest and I lean in before I can think. My lips brushing against her, almost tentative,her eyes flutter as I look at her, “May I?” I ask, my voice sleepy and rough.

she nods her head.

That was all I  need before crashing my lips against her, making her gasp ,my lips moves against hers— frantic, almost violent in how much I need her , how much I want to feel myself inside  her my desire was taking control over me , then I heard her gasp that  feeds the inferno inside me . I take the opportunity to slip my tongue past her, devouring her soft moan like it was made for me, which it was.