It had been a week since Asad and Zoya had arrived in Mauritius. To say that these days had been blissful would be a massive understatement. Both of them had never felt so much at peace before. Spending all day with each other without a care for the world had truly been a gift. Zoya could finally hold her husband's hand in public without him lecturing her over proper manifestations of a lady and tameez and tehzeeb.
It was late afternoon when Asad entered the villa. He moved across the entrance and kept the bags of essentials that they had needed, and had ran out of, in the otherwise fully stocked refrigerator and pantry. He had volunteered to get the things since Zoya had been feeling worn out after their previous day full of sightseeing and well, other late night activities. He couldn't help but grin at how happy both of them were to able to spend these moments all by themselves. They had pretty much spent the entire time holed up in the villa, save a few trips down the beautiful place. This honeymoon was definitely the best idea.
He ran up the stairs of the villa towards the master bedroom and found his wife sleeping. She looked like an angel, wearing his shirt that was too big on her, all tangled up in the sheets with her hair flowing wildly over the pillows. The gentle wind from the open windows made the little wisps of her hair sway and flutter. Ethereal.
He could barely contain the need and desire that suddenly shot through him. Well, he had been gone an hour, so she has had enough rest. He grinned to himself as he tugged his shirt over his head and threw it on the couch. His jeans and socks followed suit and he moved towards the bed in his boxers. Climbing over the bed, he crawled toward her side and gently pushed her hair out of her face.
Leaning down, he started pressing soft whispers of kisses along her cheeks, jaw line and temple. She stirred and moaned and slowly woke up to soft kisses on her jaw. Zoya was slightly disoriented at first and it took her a while to understand what was going on. Hmmm, Asad. The room alight with soft breeze floating inside the room, she could tell it was getting late in the afternoon. The soothing kisses stopped suddenly and she found that Asad was now hovering over her. She discovered that he wasn't wearing anything other than his boxers which could not conceal his excitement. Somebody was in the mood to play, Zoya shivered as she realized what her husband's intent was on waking her up.
"Hi, Zoya, baby. I'm sorry to wake you up, but I want you. Well, I am not really sorry, you've had had your rest." he said huskily and started to kiss and nip at her neck without waiting for her to reply.
Zoya moaned and titled her head and stretched on the pillow, allowing him to ravish her sensitive neck even more. Asad did not disappoint. Moaning in appreciation, he went about his ministrations enthusiastically, the soothing kisses getting seductive, surely leaving more than a few love bites. His hands, which had been on her waist, now wandered and reached to ghost over her breasts. Only skimming lightly over the shirt she wore, teasing her, he refrained from actually touching her until she groaned in frustration and thrust herself into her hands.
Giving in, he gently massaged her as his lips now found hers and captured them in a sensual dance. Zoya gasped slightly and Asad took the opportunity to tangle their tongues together. His hands then moved lower until he tugged on the end of the large shirt she had worn to bed. Zoya raised her body slightly, letting him know that she wanted the thing gone and feel his skin to hers. Instead of taking it off completely, he only lifted it enough so that he could have her top half bare; she had not been wearing anything underneath. Raising it only to reveal her boobs, he detached their lips and bent down to capture one of the heaving peaks into his mouth while his hand fondled the other.
"Oh, Asad," Zoya said breathlessly. She writhed in pleasure and her hands sought out him, finding purchase in this hair, tugging him closer to her body. Asad hummed against her skin as she scratched his head, holding him firmly against herself. Slowly, he raised his head from her chest and relinquished her hold on his hair. "Thoda toh sabar keejiye, Begum sahiba" he said huskily.
He quickly found her lips once again and kissed her fervently and Zoya returned it eagerly. Between their hot kisses, Zoya realized that he was reaching out and fumbling with the duvet and bedding to gain access to her lower body. He broke their kiss and sat back to remove the last of clothing that they were wearing. Once they were both relieved of their lower pieces of cloth, he stilled for a moment to appreciate the Goddess in front of him. He could never get tired of her looking so delicate and enchanting and oh so natural.
Getting self conscious due to his staring, she pulled him down to her and kissed him fiercely. After a few heated moments, he broke the kiss and inched his face closer to her ears.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Zoya. When I entered the room to see you sleeping, all tangled in the bed sheets only wearing my shirt, I went wild. Just hold on, babe, this is going to be a wild ride." He whispered into her ear and then took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked. Zoya moaned as his words caused pleasure to shoot down her body; her core tingled. They rolled on the bed; touching, kissing, exploring, caressing. Soon enough, they were both trembling with anticipation.
"Are you ready baby?" he asked her as he lined them together.
"Yesss" was Zoya's breathy moan and just then he pressed them together causing them to let out simultaneous groans of relief, pleasure and love.
Soon, their bodies were dancing to the rhythm of love which was as old as time itself.
Holding onto each other, and not breaking their kiss, they were rocking together when Zoya's eyes closed in pleasure. Asad unlatched their lips to whisper, "Open your eyes, Zoya. I want to see the look on your face when I love you."
She opened her eyes was greeted with a pair of dark orbs. They were so intense that she couldn't take her eyes away from them. Their breathing was getting shallow and the moments faster.
Asad grunted and clenched his jaw. She could tell that he was trying to hold himself back until she found her release. He did not have to wait long though because only a few moments later, Zoya let out his name in pleasure. Asad grinned down at her and frenziedly reached his own peak.
"Ugh, Zoya..." he hissed and stilled.
He collapsed on top of Zoya and they both tried to control their breathing. Their bodies were covered with sweat. He raised himself and then pecked Zoya lips before pulling himself off of her. As he lay down next to her, Asad pulled her close to him. Her bunched shirt, which she was still wearing, irritated her and hindered their cuddles. Lowering her shirt, she placed her head into his chest, listing to his still erratic, but slowing calming down heartbeat. Asad fumbled with the sheets of the bed, reaching for comforter and covered both of them with it.
"You didn't remove my T-shirt," Zoya mumbled, tired from their workout'.
"Sorry, I forgot. I had other pressing matters to tend to," he replied cheekily and kissed the top of her head.
Zoya chuckled and kissed his chest. "I love you, Asad. This vacation really was the best idea every. We should thank Aapi and Ammi." It amazed still Zoya how badly they had needed the time away.
"Yes, it indeed was a brilliant plan. And I love you too, Zoya. So much. Go back to sleep, baby."
Asad himself found that he was getting sleepy. The last thought that crossed his mind before giving into the seductions of sleep was, maybe it won't harm too much to have this honeymoon extended. I AM the boss, after all...
-End-
a/n: I welcome all kinds of responses! I would love to hear about this part. Its the first time I have braved to write some lovin'!😆
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