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My hands explore her body with reverent desperation, relearning every dip and curve. Her skin is impossibly soft under my calloused palms. I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her peaked nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from her. She responds by raking her nails down my back, spurring me on.

I pause to drink in the sight of her, my heart swelling with love and desire. Motherhood has transformed her body into something even more beautiful. Her breasts are fuller now, nourishing our son. The soft curve of her belly, though slowly returning to its previous shape, still bears the subtle marks of carrying our child. Her stretch marks shimmer faintly under the soft light, and I can’t resist tracing them with my fingertips, admiring the story they tell. Her hips have grown curvier, more womanly, and the overall fullness of her form speaks to the incredible journey of motherhood.

“You’re amazing,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to gaze at her. “Every change in you now has made you even more beautiful than before.”

Her cheeks flush a deep pink, and she bites her lower lip.

“You don’t have to say that,” she whispers, looking away.

I cup her face, turning her gaze back to me.

“I don’t just say things for the heck of it, Simran,” I reply firmly. “You’ve given me the greatest gift I’ll ever have—our son. How could I not admire the body that made him, nurtured him, and still holds all the power to undo me?”

“If you were a temptress back then, you are a Goddess now,” I add, leaning down and kissing her inviting lips again.

“Vishnu,” she whimpers in between the kiss, her voice thick with need. “Please...”

I’m acutely aware of how desperate she is, her body calling out to do more, and I don’t make her wait tonight. Slowly, I kiss my way down her body, lavishing attention on every inch of her exposed skin. When I reach her stomach, I pause again to place a tender kiss there, overwhelmed by the thought that this is where our son was conceived.

Simran’s fingers thread through my hair, coaxing me lower. I oblige, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, revelling in the way she trembles beneath me. When I pause, inhaling her intoxicating scent, she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tries to guide me to where she needs me the most.

I take off the last piece of lace covering her and throw it aside before settling my head between her legs. The first swipe of my tongue against her core has us both groaning. She tastes divine—sweet, tangy, and uniquely Simran.

“I could never forget this taste,” I manage to whisper, wanting her to know how badly she affected me throughout these eighteen months.

She moans at my confession as I lap at her eagerly, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her sensitive bud. Her hips buck against my face as I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out.

“Oh god, Vishnu!” she gasps, her thighs trembling, tightening around me. The sound of her name on her lips fuels me, driving me to give her more. I increase my rhythm, determined to make her fall apart. When I feel her walls start to close in around my fingers, I double my efforts, sucking hard on her sensitive bud. Simran cries out, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm washes over her. I continue my ministrations, drawing out her pleasure until she’s trembling and pulsing weakly at my head.

We have not even started, and she already looks spent. I kiss my way back up her body, savouring the flush on her skin and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. When I reach her lips, she pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hands roam my back, her nails grazing over my skin.

“I need you,” she whispers against my lips. “Now.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Positioning myself at her entrance, I pause for a moment, searching her eyes. The love and desire I see there nearly takes my breath away. Slowly, I push into her welcoming heat, both of us groaning at the exquisite sensation. She’s tight and wet around me, and the feeling of finally being joined with her again after so long is overwhelming.

“Simran,” I breathe, resting my forehead against hers as I give us both a moment to adjust. Her fingers caress my face tenderly, and I turn to press a kiss to her palm.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “And I’ve missed this.”

So have I.

I capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss as I begin to move within her. Our bodies find their groove easily, as if we’ve never been apart. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and from the way Simran moans and clutches at my shoulders, I can tell she feels the same way as I do.

“God, you feel amazing,” I groan, burying my face in the crook of her neck, before trailing open-mouthed kisses along her throat, relishing the way she arches into me.

Simran’s legs wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me even deeper, and the shift in the position has us both gasping. Her nails dig into my back as I pick up the pace, driving into her with long, powerful strokes. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breathing and soft moans as we move together. Simran’s hips rise to meet each of my thrusts, her body arching beautifully beneath me. I can’t take my eyes off her—the way her head tilts back in pleasure, exposing the graceful column of her throat, the way her lips part, gasping for air, and the flush that spreads across her chest—it’s enough to steal my breath. She’s breathtaking like this, lost in the throes of passion.

“Look at me,” I command softly, needing to see her eyes.

Her gaze locks with mine, dark and hazy with desire. The connection between us intensifies, and I’m overwhelmed by the depth of emotion I see there. This isn’t just physical—it’s so much more.

Simran whimpers at the change of pace as I slow my movements, wanting to savour every sensation.

“I want to remember every moment of this,” I murmur against her mouth. “Every sound you make, every expression on your face.”

She smiles up at me. Her hands come up to frame my face, her thumbs stroking my cheekbones tenderly.

“This time, I’m not going anywhere… nor I’m letting you go away from me either,” she whispers, and the words send a jolt through my entire being. “We have endless nights to go slow, Vishnu… Tonight, I want it like our first time. All raw and rough… Fast and wild.”