Page 110 of The Circle of Exile
“Atharva,” Iram’s soft voice echoed on the shell of his ear. He came up on his knees, stroking down her milky thighs and pushing her knees wider to see how well they connected.
“That silent moan ready now?” He asked, finding anchor on her sides. After two consecutive orgasms, she was a little too smug.
“You have held well, Janab. Are you straining to finish now?”
Atharva smirked, pulled back, grabbed the round of her hips and slammed her down on himself.
“Aaa… oh!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, glaring and laughing all at once. He pulled her half atop his thighs and the angle changed. Snug and perfect. He dug into their bed for grip and pounded into her. She took it, gave him the leeway to go harder, and even wept for more. Atharva went on, thrusting to the sounds of her silent moans, letting his strokes turn maniacal.
He came without warning, even to himself, spiralling all over her.
And even as he was riding his own wave, his fingers found her and began to stroke, urging her to follow. A few twists and she did, her hips bucking and making his orgasm tighter, like it would go on forever.
He forgot everything and came harder. Didn’t even realise if he made any loud noises. Just collapsed on top of her.
“Condom!” He shot up as if struck.
But he was buried deep inside her, the damage done. Iram was panting, eyes closed, mouth open.
“I am feeding.”
“Still.”
“I haven’t had my first period yet.”
“Oh yes…” he recollected, his brain a mesh of misfired wiring. He clawed his hair back and finally let himself collapse back on top of her.
Stillness. Loud breaths, both his and hers. And nothing else.
“I never thought it would be so good the first time after giving birth…” she whispered in his ear, awed.
“You are right. I have never felt it like this either,” Atharva pulled out and rolled to his side, pushing his arm under her and hauling her close. Her eyes were still closed, her mouth curled in the most serene smile he had ever seen on her face.
“Is it because we snapped apart as different people and slammed back as more one than we were?” She asked, her voice suddenly so soft, so low, a featherlight whisper.
“Look at me.”
Brown ecstatic eyes popped open.
“I never want to do this snapping apart and back business ever again.”
“Even if it is this good after?” She asked tongue-in-cheek, knowing his answer.
“I would choose celibacy and a life with you over sex this good with experiences like the last year.”
Her eyes filled up.
“Don’t cry,” he warned, biting back a smile.
“Don’t say things like that then!”
Atharva laughed, full-bellied, not caring if Yathaarth woke up. He was in too good a mood. So what? Their son would celebrate the renewal of their life with them. He would dress, bring their baby between them, and they would now be more than two, learn to get used to spending their post-coital bliss with a third wheel sputtering and trying to turn on his stomach between them.
Her warm head landed on his chest and something that had been free-floating inside finally tamped down in place. Atharva let out the longest breath of his life. Lying still. Savouring the weight of her on him.
“Myani zuv.”
“Mmm?”
