Page 109 of The Circle of Exile
“As badly as I want you to scream for me again this first time,” he reached for his belt. “We will keep it down tonight.”
As he stepped back to strip out of his clothes, he saw his wife’s desire burn to life. Atharva gave her this. The moment to stare at him. He unbuttoned his shirt, slow, one by one, letting her see her favourite part of his body. Or, one of them.
“Eyes down now,” he smirked, unbuttoning his pants and tugging the zipper down. She swallowed, her teeth embedding in her lower lip.
“I felt it earlier,” she tried to sass back.
“Then let me show it and prove to you how alive I feel.”
He pushed his pants down and her legs began to squirm on their own accord. How long had it been since he had been inside his wife? He couldn't remember the last time he had even been naked with her in abandon.
“Are you ready, myani zuv?” He pushed his briefs off and climbed up over her, pressing his hips down. She met them with her own, damp and rippling under him. He trailed a finger down her breast, down her navel, and dipped it inside her. Her mouth dropped open in a moan but she held it back in. He smirked, nipping her nipple just as his finger pushed in some more.
“Gentle!”
“What?”
“My breasts…”
He laved it, pushing another finger in. “Sorry.”
She felt different, more open to him, and still tight. Resistant.
He nuzzled the valley between her ample breasts. That was another haven he had yet to explore. “What is it?”
“It takes time to get used to again, Atharva,” she panted. “It’s like everything is new.”
“You are gasping in pleasure or pain?”
Her hands came to his sides, trailing down until her claws wrapped around him.
“Ooof…” he jerked. “I get it,” he laughed in painandpleasure. “Ithasbeen too long.”
“It has,” she stroked him, leaving him to use her thigh to rock. In tune with his fingers inside her. The rhythm set, this one new. Slow.
“Now,” she closed her hands around his wrist and tried to pull him out.
“Come first.”
“I am ready, can’t you feel?” She panted, rocking against his hand, her dark eyes shutting down then popping open again.
“Show me,” he slammed right at her spot and she let out her moans in half-gasps — “No, no, no…” Her eyes rolled back, her neck arching for his mouth. Atharva pushed his teeth into the soft skin and pounded until she had tightened to her fullest around him and pulsed her way to her orgasm. It was ethereal. The feel of her, all around his fingers, pulsing but in a new rhythm, squeezing him just as hard.
“Ooh, Atharva, this is…” she began to come back to him when he felt another slow pulse begin to pump. He braced up and rode it, this time at leisure. “Oh no! No!” She arched again, her mouth opening in a soundless scream.
“Way to go with the silent moan,” he managed with a grin, even as he was painfully hard, ready to go.
Iram’s eyes opened and she stared at him, breathing long and hard, through her mouth.
“I have never felt it like that. It has never been like that.”
“Care to show me?” He asked, pushing himself half into her and then trailing back out. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in with both her arms.
“Oh, it’s going to be exactly how I felt for you, Janab,” she opened herself for him and let him in. In one fell swoop. She arched up and the squeeze was unbearable.
“Aaah,” his eyes snapped shut. His head fell down and into her neck — “One moment, myani zuv. Just let me stay here, please. Hold still.”
Her legs tightened around him and he jolted. The feeling. That feeling of not only being there, not only being welcomed back there, but being embraced there. A lone tear trailed out of his closed eye and down his nose. Thank god for her damp hair.
