[68] BATHROOM
Amisha lay on the bed, breathing still ragged from his mouth on her, body flushed and marked, eyes fixed on him.
Abhiraj stood at the edge of the bed, staring at her with raw hunger.
Then he started removing his clothes.
Shirt first (buttons undone slowly, fabric sliding off his broad shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs).
Pants next (belt unbuckled, zipper down, kicked aside).
He stood naked now (tall, powerful, cock hard and thick, veins pulsing, tip already wet).
Amisha's eyes widened, staring (at his body, at his cock, at the way he looked at her like she was his prey).
He climbed over her, knees parting her legs wider.
Positioned himself.
The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance (hot, slick, teasing).
He knew.
It would hurt.
She hadn't had him inside her in months (recovery, caution, waiting).
Her body tight again.
He leaned down, kissed her deep (tongue plunging, sucking her breath away, distracting her).
Then entered slowly (inch by inch, stretching her).
Amisha felt the pain (sharp, burning, her body resisting at first).
She tried to bite her lip.
But his lips were there.
So she bit his instead (hard, instinctive).
He broke the kiss with a hiss, looked down at where they were joined.
His cock buried fully inside her (tight, hot, perfect).
A small drop of blood on his lower lip from her bite.
He licked it slowly (tongue dragging across his lip, tasting the metallic tang mixed with her).
Eyes locked on hers.
Amisha saw it.
The sight (him licking her bite mark, blood on his tongue) was too hot.
Too filthy.
Need overtook pain.
She pushed her hips up toward him (greedy, desperate).
He smirked (dark, triumphant).
Seeing her need.
Then moved.
Slow at first (deep thrusts, pulling out almost fully, sliding back in).
Her pain melted into pleasure.
Moans spilling.
He leaned down, kissed her again.
The rhythm built.
And the night belonged to them.
Abhiraj's thrusts were deep, relentless (cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy in long, powerful strokes).
Amisha's moans filled the room (high, broken, muffled against the pillow she had grabbed).
He fucked her hard (hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her with every thrust).
Her walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
He groaned (low, animalistic).
"Fuck... tum kitni tight ho abhi bhi..."
She whimpered, pushing back against him.
He sped up (faster, harder, the bed creaking under them).
She came first (body shaking, pussy pulsing around his cock, a cry tearing from her throat).
He followed seconds later (groaning her name, thrusting deep one last time, filling her with hot spurts).
Both panting.
Both spent.
Then-a small cry from the cradle.
Aviraj stirred, disturbed by the noise.
They froze.
Abhiraj pulled out slowly, looked at the baby (who settled again, but barely).
He didn't hesitate.
Lifted Amisha in one motion (arms under her thighs, her legs wrapping instinctively around his torso).
His cock (still hard, slick with her and him) slid back inside her as he stood.
She gasped, clinging to his shoulders.
He walked (still buried deep, every step pushing him in and out slightly).
To the attached bathroom.
Closed the door softly behind them.
Put her down on the wide marble counter (like a desk, cool against her heated skin).
Her legs wobbled (still shaking from the orgasm).
She leaned forward, boobs pressing flat against the marble, nipples hard and sensitive.
He pinned her hands above her head with one strong grip.
The other hand on her hip, pulling her back.
Then fucked her again.
Harder.
Deeper.
Groans spilling from his throat (low, filthy).
"Fuck...you are tacking it so well..."
Moans from her (muffled against her arm, trying to stay quiet).
His mouth on her back (kissing the curve of her spine, biting her shoulder blade).
Sucking marks into her skin.
Hand on her waist gripping tight with every thrust (holding her steady as he pounded into her).
Her ass rippling with each slap of his hips.
His cock hitting deep (every angle perfect).
She whimpered, pushed back.
He bit her neck (hard), sucked.
Groaned against her skin.
The bathroom echoed with wet sounds, skin on skin, their heavy breaths.
He was lost in her.
In owning her.
In proving she was his.
And she let him.
Took everything.
Because she was.
Only his.
The bathroom was filled with the echoes of their heavy breathing, the cool marble now warm from their bodies.
Abhiraj's thrusts slowed, then stopped.
He came deep inside her one last time (groaning low, hips pressed flush against her ass, cock pulsing as he filled her completely).
Amisha shattered around him again (her third orgasm, body shaking violently, pussy clenching hard, milking every drop from him).
She had no power left.
Legs wobbly, trembling uncontrollably.
Breathing ragged, chest heaving.
When he finally pulled out slowly, she gasped at the emptiness.
Their mixed cum dripped from her pussy (thick, warm, sliding down her inner thighs in slow rivulets).
Some on the marble counter.
Some on her legs.
She stayed bent over the counter a moment, too weak to move.
Abhiraj caught his breath, then gently lifted her (arms under her thighs and back, carrying her like she weighed nothing).
He cleaned her tenderly (warm wet cloth from the sink, wiping between her legs, her thighs, her body).
Cleaned himself quickly.
Then gathered their scattered clothes from the floor.
Dressed her first (sliding the kurti back on, buttoning it carefully, pulling up the salwar, tying the strings).
Dressed himself (pants and shirt back on).
Carried her back to the bed.
Laid her down gently on the sheets.
She curled into him immediately, exhausted, body still trembling faintly.
He hugged her close (one arm under her head, the other around her waist, pulling her against his chest).
Aviraj slept peacefully in the cradle nearby (bicchara bachha... side mein pada hai abhi, forgotten in the heat of the moment).
Abhiraj kissed her forehead.
"Ab so ja... meri jaan."
She hummed softly, already drifting.
He held her tighter.
The room quiet again.
The storm passed.
Only love left.
And the three of them (mother, father, son) finally at peace.
The night wrapped around them.
Safe.
Whole.
Together.
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