The sun rays shone into a new day; a blissful new morning. But the room remained dark, curtains shielding away the broadening daylight. A couple lay on a sturdy, messy bed embracing each other. The room smelled of sweat, slick, hormones and the after effects of carnality.

Everything around it displayed the intimacy of what had transpired last night. Clothes lay straddled on the floor, heaps of mixed garments. No way to distinguish which was the man's and which the woman's. Just like they lay on the bed. Thoroughly knotted and tangled into each other. No way of knowing where he began and she ended. She still asleep, her head on his torso, the movement of her sleepy hair tickling him. He lay awake, just feeling the heaviness of her body against his. It felt so gratifying, comfortable; it felt fulfilling. He slowly opened his eyes to the sight of her, slightly raising his hard, toned frame on his forearms, carefully so as not to awaken her.

The movement caused slight sinews of muscular tension in his sore joints but he resisted the pain, it didn't compare to his want of seeing her. She lay on top of him, a disjointed weird posture as if lounging on a sun chair at the beach. Her hair were scattered around her shoulders, long cascading waves of shining black moss; untidy, tangled and raw. Her face was peaceful bearing a satiated smile. It was the back of her shoulders that really drew his attention.

The smooth russet skin reddening in places, hickeys lightly coming into shape. Leaning uncomfortably on his one arm he gently touched the scars making a mental note to get some cream for her. Along with some for himself because his little lioness had thoroughly marked him in several places, with her teeth and her nails. He chuckled as the mental image of an innocent school going Naina popped into his head. Who could have imagined that inside her lay this powerful seductress?

"Sameer, I am very tired, let me sleep." she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Grinning he lightly brushed his fingers on her shoulder, using two fingers to tiptoe across the nape of her neck. A tremble made its way down her spine and his body reverberated with its light vibration.

"Sameer, you didn't let me sleep all night. Don't trouble me now." She grumbled, her body turning to one side, sliding off him.

"Haw! You liar. I just asked for one kiss after coming back tired from the office but you just pounced on me. Mujh jaise seedhe saadhe MKK ka fayda uthaya tumne aur ab kehti ho ki maine sone nahi diya." Sameer said in a teasing tone to rile her up.

Jerking awake, she sat on her shins, the duvet enwrapping her like a thick burrito.

"Tum bahut kharab ho." she said throwing her pillow at him.

"Kharab mai nahi tum ho. Meri nanhi billi." he said, receiving another hit from her pillow. The room filled with laughter and ruffle noises as the two figures; one wrapped up in a duvet, the other just wearing his boxers started a light Saturday morning routine of pillow fighting.

Somewhere in the middle, the girl's duvet started to loosen up and their pillows became reduced to a rain of feathers.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her lightly covered body stark against him as feathers dropped down on them. Their plush bed now a sea of gushing softness. He looked at her body, his scorching gaze analysing her from top to bottom, staring as the white feathers set a teasing contrast to her softer russet skin.

"How dare these feathers touch you my love?" His voice said, ripened with silk and roughened with desire.

He bent his head down, blowing the feather stuck with a slick of sweat to her collarbone. The teasing move caused a tickle of butterflies inside her.

Grabbing a handful of feathers, she threw them up into the air, letting the duvet completely fall off as the pouring feathers intimately covered her skin. Laughing she looked into his eyes, raising her eyebrow, egging him on.

Sameer felt his throat become dry as his eyes travelled down her soft feminine body. Curvy in all the right places, its satin smoothness concealed in teasing delicious angles with the soft feathers. She wasn't a mere temptress but a goddess. Her raw beauty was nothing short of divine.

Lightly pushing her onto the bed, he lay on top of her. His being aching as he fit against her bare skin in all the right places. Brushing his lips lightly across her forehead, he felt her familiar arms on his bare back. Her fingertips carelessly tracing patterns on it.

Bending his head down, he kissed her full on the mouth; firm, hard but with a languid ease. Their mouths moulded together, their tongues touching in the right place; a perfected pleasurable routine. As the kiss became deeper, his left hand lightly caressed her cheek, revelling in the blushing heat.

Breaking apart, his mouth continued its ministrations down her cheekbone to her jaw to her neck. He felt his hard body move against her soft one increasing the ache inside of him. He lightly blew the feathers away from the nape of her neck, replacing them with his feather soft kisses. His breath came out in a growl as Naina bit on his shoulder, breaking the surface leaving an imprint to swell up. Scraping his teeth on her collarbone, he bit at sight of the fading hickey. The wincing pain shot up with pleasure and her back arched against him, their chests and torsos rubbing against each other.

Kissing his way down her collarbone, he blew the feathers decorating the two swells. Her buds hardened at his teasing breath and she instantly widened her legs, instinctually fitting against him. His mouth continue its sweet torture down her sternum onto her flat belly and the soft curve at the navel. He watched with pleasure as her stomach instantly flattened in, shrinking from the instant loss of breath.

Bending down, he kissed her belly button before lightly scraping his teeth at the lower arch of the button. Once again her stomach shrunk in and her pelvis jutted up with a liquidity; thrusting against him.

He continued teasing the skin at her waist, letting his hands travel down her smooth shapely thighs. Their velvety feel making him wanting to continue his teasing. As he continued kissing his way down, his hands lightly traced the shape of her thighs, jutting inward. Running his knuckles against the inside.

Overwhelmed with his teasing manner, Naina pulled him up to claim his mouth. Attacking and invading it with her hot, hunger driven wet mouth. Pulling the duvet over them, Sameer dropped his boxers to the side of the bed before the two figures completely melted against the rhythmic thrusts of passion. 

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