Title is the song...

Hehe... any guesses

One morning, Sameer stepped out of the washroom to find Naina in front of the dresser. She had stretched her tshirt over her abdomen, and was looking keenly at the small bump. Sameer leaned against the door frame, watching her fondly. Since about a week, he could feel the slight swell of her stomach whenever he took her in his arms. Though it wasn't much visible clearly yet, it hadn't escaped from his eyes. And it had filled him with a heady feeling. The couple of times a longing for their baby had surfaced in his mind, it did not stay for long enough to envision Naina in these stages. The changes in her were so enchanting, he could not take his eyes off her. Her porcelain complexion had started to glow even more, the rounded cheeks looked fuller, added weight had made her more curvaceous... even her eyes shimmered with a different twinkle when she talked about the babies.

He didn't know it was possible, but she had turned even more beautiful.

Naina noticed him through the mirror when she turned to the side. Without looking back, she asked, "Sameer, mera tummy dikhne laga hai na?"

With slow steps, he walked to her, stopping right behind as she was now facing the mirror again. Placing his hands on her shoulder, he smiled, "Mujhe dikhne laga hai."

She continued to gaze thoughtfully at her belly, "Abhi toh start hua hai. Pata nahi kitna bada ho jayega." Her eyes lifted to his reflection, "Tumhe dekhna hai main kaisi lagungi?"

He stepped to her side, "I'm dying to see."

She quickly picked up a cushion from the couch and placed it over her belly, her eyes shining, "Aisi dikhungi."

He squinted, dipping his head to the side, "Nahi, aisi nahi." He ducked to pick another cushion and placed it over what she was holding.

"Perfect." He grinned, "Aisi lagogi tum."

She twisted her mouth, not satisfied, "Feel nahi aa rahi. Ruko."

She handed one cushion to him. Lifting the front of her tshirt, she slid the other one inside, "Ab theek se pata chalega."

They both stared at her stomach in the mirror. Her tshirt was stretched taut, making her belly look big and round.

Nanina smiled, "Pehle itna dikhega."

He held out other cushion to her. She grabbed it and tried to fit in inside. But her tshirt wasn't large enough to take both.

"Uhh." She gave up, "Mujhe large size ke kapde lene padenge."

He felt a disappointment. Though it was just a simulacrum, he wanted a glimpse of how Naina would look when their babies were bigger. Standing behind her, his eyes fell on their reflection, and his face lit up. He grabbed the cushion she was holding along with the one from inside her tshirt and placed them gently on the couch. After giving a quick glance to the door of their room, he held the hem of her tshirt and jerked it up.

"Kya... kya kar rahe ho tum." She held his wrist, her eyes widening.

"Babies ke liye jagah bana raha hun. Don't worry, door band hai." Taking advantage of her distraction as her eyes drifted to the locked door of their room, he yanked off the tshirt above her head.

For a moment his eyes darkened at the expanse of skin gleaming in sharp contrast to her black inner wear.She felt the pattering of her heart as his gaze traced every inch of her exposed skin. Without a word, he pulled off his tshirt as well.

Naina gasped, "Sameer... subah ka time hai. Koi bhi aa sakta hai."

He dragged a finger delicately along her collar bone, looking into her eyes, "Toh?"

"Toh..." Her cheeks flared up more, "...abhi... yeh sab..."

"Kya sab?" His lips curled into a crooked smile, seeing the goosebumps on her skin when his thumb traced down the hollow of her neck.

She closed her eyes. His touch never failed to set her skin on fire. Just a tiny contact with the pad of his thumb was leaving a blazing trail wherever it went. She anticipated his hands around her any moment... but what she felt was a fabric, being pulled down her head.

"Kya..." Her eyes shot open, filled with confusion.

He slipped first one then other arm of hers through the sleeve of his tshirt. She looked down. The realisation slowly set in... he had made her wear his tshirt. She smiled as he tried to fit in the second cushion over the first one.

"Aise nahi." She adjusted one to the side, and placed the other overlapping it. When she pulled down the tshirt over her stomach, it smugly fitted over the bump.

Looking up, she met his eyes through the mirror. A glorious smile lit up his face. Bringing his arm around her, he placed it on her belly, gloating in the feeling.

"Naina, abhi hi itna achha lag raha hai toh jab real mein hoga tab kaisa lagega." He exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.

She wondered the same. But had no answer. Shrugging in resignation, she looked up. He wrapped his other arm to keep both palms over each other, placing his chin on her shoulder. His gaze locked with her, in a grip of fascination. He couldn't wait to see how she would look a few months later. She leaned back, happy and deeply sated.

"Naina." He whispered.

"Hmm." She didn't move.

"Tum khush ho na?" Though she had been in a better mood for more than a week, he wanted to know if she was still fearful about the pregnancy.

"Nahi." Her words were no less than a shock... but she had said it with a smile.

Perplexed, he straightened, and turned her around, holding her shoulders, "Tum khush nahi ho?"

She shook her head. Before he could fret more, she grinned and spread her arms sideways, "Bohot khush hun, itni zyada." As an afterthought, she added, "Isse bhi zyada."

"Oh jaan, dara diya tumne." He breathed out in relief, pulling her in his arms... or tried to.

Her big belly between them left a significant gap. She lifted one brow in amusement, "Babies ko toh jagah chahiye. Ab tum kya karoge?"

He took a quick step to stand on her side, and wrapped his arms around her, "Main apni jagah khud bana lunga."

She drew in a sharp breath as her arm brushed against his bare chest. The mere touch sent a wave of pleasure upto her toes. Sameer felt her slight shiver as she gripped his forearm. His fingers scrunched the tshirt from one side, till they felt her skin. Slowly, he removed the cushions, dropping them on the side console. He moved behind her, plastering her to his chest. Her eyes in the reflection were hooded, the rise and fall of her chest evidence of her heavy breathing. With deliberate slowness, he moved her hair to the side, letting them fall over one shoulder. The oversized tshirt failed to cover around the base of her neck, where her wildly beating pulse called for his attention. Without moving his eyes from her reflection, he dipped his head and licked over it. Her breath hitched. He trailed butterfly kisses along the side of her neck, making her clutch his arm even tighter. Unable to resist, he bent back her head across his arm and reached for her lips. She sighed as he played gently with her lower lip. It was too much of tease for her. Her hand went up to cradle his face, her lips parting as she deepened the kiss. Sameer felt a dizzying gratification at her fervour. Holding the back of her head, he avidly took control, kissing her with such intensity that her hand slipped down to dig into his shoulder for support.

When he lifted his head after several minutes, her eyes were still shut. His heart thudded even faster at her dishevelled look. If only they had time... but the day had begun, and any moment someone could knock the door to call them for breakfast. Also, he wasn't sure Naina was ready for this. Drawing in a deep inhale, he straightened her. When his gaze lifted to the mirror again, her eyes were open. She looked at him, the specks in her honey pools reflecting her desire. He turned her around. There was no mistake... she looked at him with same simmering passion.

He sighed helplessly, "Aise mat dekho Naina. Pata hai mere dil ka kya haal ho raha hai." Lifting her hand, he placed it on his heart. Her eyes drifted down to where her hand lay. His heart hammered hard against her palm.

He placed other hand over hers, imploring, "Tumhe breakfast ke liye ready hona hai. Aise dekhogi toh main khud ko kaise sambhalunga?"

She looked up to meet his eyes, her voice soft and husky, "Mat sambhalo."

He swallowed hard. She was teasing him to the point where it was becoming unbearable, "Abhi koi knock karega, aur tum..."

"Main nahi jaungi." She offered, her gaze unblinking and full of promise, "Baad mein keh dena main so rahi thi aur tum nahane gaye the."

Instantly, his eyes flared up with the need he was trying to suppress. Locking his arms behind her knees, he lifted her straight up.

Naina felt the urgent knot in her belly tightening even more. Sameer had been treating her like a glass doll ever since they returned from the hospital. His touch, his kisses, his embrace were all careful and soft. She didn't know at what point, but she started to miss the compelling intensity of his love. It was like he was even scared to come near her. Today, when his eyes trailed down her form, she felt the craving to be crushed in his arms. It was further inflamed when his woody, musky scent engulfed her as she wore his tshirt. She longed for the same impassioned madness that he earlier showered upon her... and she did not shy away from expressing it to him.

Sameer gently laid her on the bed, his dark eyes searching her face. For a moment, he hesitated... he didn't want to cause her any discomfort. Before he could even give words to his doubts, she breathed in a heavy voice, "I'm fine. Theek hun main.'

He couldn't overlook the invitation in her eyes anymore. With a deep groan of relief, he lowered to reach her lips. Her arms circled around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was demanding and electric. He moved his lips furiously against hers first, melting her into liquid. Then he turned it slow, gently caressing her lips which left her with a fluttering sensation. She broke away when she couldn't find her breath. He began nuzzling down her neck with delicate kisses. She shuddered, clutching his shoulders. He trailed down her shoulder, through her arm, upto the fingertips. A moan escaped her lips. His featherlight kisses on her fingertips felt even more intimate.

The sound halted his breath. With urgency, he went back to her face, once again meeting her lips with same ardour. Her hands roved over the expanse of his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles in response. When his lips skimmed over her chin, down her neck, she arched back, her skin on fire as his stubble pricked against it. He loved her muffled sounds as he marked her soft skin with signs of his unrestrained passion. When it was her turn, she was a wildfire, very consuming... and he was aching to burn along. She not just kissed, but left a clear evidence of her love. Everytime her teeth grazed against his flesh, he grew dizzy with burst of emotions. The heat that shot off his skin, crept into her body, making her heart explode into fragments of incredible sensations.

Time, place and everything remained forgotten as they gave in to the rush of pleasure leading to a dizzy surrender that blurred everything else but the two of them.

Breathless 🥵

Next update on Wednesday