HARRY’S POV

I shut the door to our room and press Aayat against it. My whole body is humming, still delighted from when my beautiful wife pressed a hand against my aching cock. I kiss her cheek, her jaw, her throat. Anywhere I can.

Her dainty little fingers are pressing into my back and I curse the clothes between us. I want her nails to dig so hard into my back that she draws blood. I push a hand into her hair, tilting her head back so I can shove my tongue into her mouth.

She tries. She really tries to match my rhythm, her hands trace down my chest until she has one cupping my dick and giving it a little squeeze. I pull away from her mouth, throw my head back and groan.

It's been so fucking long since something other than my hand touched me that I'm sure I'll come in my pants any second now. Which would be extremely humiliating so I grab her hand and push it away. She blinks up at me, unsure of what I'm trying to do.

I shake my head. "I can't have you rubbing me like that and then coming in my pants any second, darling. We have the whole night ahead of us." I unpin her saree from her shoulder so it drops to the floor. I'm not sure how to take this thing off but my beautiful wife is a step ahead of me.

She pulls at the cloth until it all falls to the floor and she is left in her blouse and underskirt, I believe. I tug at the satin skirt, using it to pull Aayat closer to the bed until I'm sitting at the edge of it, and take her skirt down so it pools at the floor.

She is wearing maroon panties. They cover everything except they are lace and I can see most of what they cover. This woman wants me to die. There is no other explanation for it. She rests her hands on my shoulders and I press mine into the back of her thigh, trailing them up until I'm squeezing her arse and pulling her into me.

I press my nose into her stomach and lick a stripe up her flushed skin. Her breath hitches and her fingers dig into my shirt clad shoulders. "You okay, baby?" I rest my chin on her stomach and look up to ask. She hums, nodding at me to continue.

I catch the underside of her blouse with my teeth as my fingers work to untangle all the strings holding it together. Once I have them all unknotted, I rest my hands onto her waist and pull her blouse off with my teeth.

"You are so fucking beautiful." I whisper and watch tears gather in her eyes. She drinks them back before cupping my face, using her fingers to ease my frown. "So are you."

I smile, leaning up to kiss her jaw before kissing her collarbone and breast until I reach her nipple. I suck on the areola while the back of my fingers trace her other breast and pinch her nipple. I keep my eyes on her, watching her jaw go slack as she pants.

I pull her down to sit on my knee, pressing her lace clad pussy on my thigh so she can grind, and she does. She rides my thigh, using the friction for her pleasure while my mouth and hand plays with her nipples.

I mark her breasts, only letting go when her skin turns an angry red. My wife gets so lost in pleasure, she doesn't notice when I pull away to look at her pussy grinding against my thigh. That's when I see them.

Angry white lines, all faded and old. Nothing looks new but I see what she once did to herself and it makes my vision turn black. I cannot count the number of lines on both her thighs. There are so many. I'm not sure how many times she cut herself and it healed completely without a trace.

It breaks my heart. Having to see that broken part of her that once needed to heal. I hope she healed, because if she didn't, I'll move planets to make sure she does.

"Harry?" She breathes. I look back up at her flushed face. She is breathing rapidly, I'm sure she is halfway to an orgasm. "Yes darling?" I pull her tight and turn so she falls on the bed with her back against the mattress. I stand up and unbutton my shirt, one by one until it falls open.

I pull it off of me before hovering over her. She presses her cold hands to my pecs and I hiss in her ear. She immediately retracts them. "What did I do wrong?" She asks. I smile into her neck. "Nothing. Your hands were just cold."

"Oh." She looks away from my eyes and down my chest. Her gaze wanders, her hands don't.

"You can touch me, darling."

Her fingers hover over my collarbone until I press them down onto me. The cold doesn't bother me this time. There is electricity that zaps through my veins when Aayat touches me. I kiss her, for every second that I wasn't able to before, for all the years that I had to live without knowing what her warmth felt like.

I kiss her because she loved me. She loved me and changed everything. She loved me when I didn't believe in the word, she loved me when I couldn't love her back. She loved the broken man that I was and made me the man who wouldn't breathe if she isn't close to me.

I unzip my pants, pushing them down hastily along with my boxers without actually breaking the kiss. Aayat pushes me away, breathing deeply and blinking back the panic that just flashed in her eyes.

Shit.

I push off of her, pulling the comforter to cover myself and her but I keep a distance. "I'm sorry." She shakes her head before sitting up, pushing the comforter away, not covering herself like I am. "I don't want you to stop, I just.."

I raise a questioning brow. "I'm just scared of being.." she trails off but I'm still not sure about what she wants to say. "Can I be on top?" She asks. "I don't think I'm comfortable being under you just yet."

I release a sigh I didn't realise I was holding and nod. "Of course darling. Whatever you want." I take her hand and pull her closer. She gets off the bed and pulls her panties off before shoving the comforter off of me and straddling my lap.

"I've never done this before." She says. "And I haven't done it in a while so I am most probably going to disappoint you." I say. She smiles, raising up her hips so I can line my cock at her entrance.

"You can never disappoint me, Harry. You're what my dreams used to look like." She says just as she rocks her hips and takes me in. I groan so loud, I'm sure everyone in the house knows what's going on here.

I hold her hips, guiding her better. "Fuck." I bite her shoulder, loving the warmth of her. God, I've been starved. My wife bounces faster, increasing the rhythm out of nowhere and I almost see stars.

I guide her hips into a roll and she moans. Throws her head back and leaves her bare throat for me to salivate over. I trace the green- blue veins I see through her skin with my tongue, watching the stunning sight of her as she loses inhibition.

"You are the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on." I say as my tongue circles her nipple while my eyes watch her heaving chest. She switches between rolling her hips and bouncing on my cock, and I can say it's the best feeling I've ever experienced.

Her hands cup my face and she leans closer to kiss me. I grip her arse, squeezing the flesh and feeling her tighten around me. She picks up speed, pleasuring herself and me, only I'm five seconds away from cumming and I don't want to embarrass myself.

I hold her hips again to try and slow her down but my wife is beyond reason. She pushes me hard until I fall back flat against the bed and leads my hands back to her arse. "Keep them there." She pants. I'm not sure if I'm closer to my orgasm because she has picked up her pace or because of the sight I see.

All I see from my position is Aayat, straddling me and riding my dick while her breasts bounce in a perfect rhythm. She rests one hand on my abs to give herself something to hold onto while her other hand keeps pushing hair out of her face because the strands don't stay behind her ear like she wants them to.

I let go of her arse and trace my hands up her thighs, giving her a squeeze each time her pussy suffocates my cock.  The low hum of pleasure that started when I kissed her in that closet is now a violent shock in my abdomen. I am so close, my vision is almost white.

"Slow down Aayat!" I bite. She in fact does not slow down. She presses both her palms to my chest and picks up even more speed. I genuinely think of pushing her off of me so I don't end up coming before her but the coil of pleasure around me is so tight, I couldn't get out of it, even if I tried.

My hold on her thigh turns bruising. I'm sure I'll leave marks there, the same way I did on her chest. "Fuck, I'm going to come." I try to warn her but she bends forward and bites my neck in such a seductive way that no warning would've prepared either of us for how quickly I come.

My vision goes completely white and my orgasm lasts so long, I feel it took me an eternity. When I come back to the land of the living, I see Aayat kissing my clavicle while lightly rolling her hips over my half mast cock. Before I can dive in shame, I pull her off my cock.

We both hiss and she starts to question me before I shove two fingers into her cunt. "What-" she cuts herself off with a moan as I massage her walls. Shoving my cum deeper inside of her.

I know the implications of what I'm doing, it's buzzing in the back of my head but I'm so drunk on Aayat's beauty and her seduction that the logical part of my brain is dead. "Harry." She gasps my name before biting her lip humming to the rhythm of fingers.

I've never had sex this peaceful before. With anyone, ever. It always had an urgency, a fight against the moment. Sex was always about reaching the peak and nothing else.

But I didn't want it to end this time. I liked watching her take control and do what she wanted. I liked having her on top of me. I fucking loved how quaint and peaceful and calm this was. There was rush, no hurry. Just her and I and our lo- our need for each other.

Or was it love? I wonder as I curl my fingers inside of her and watch her throw her head back. Her mouth falls open with a loud moan and I fucking lose it. Her hair cascades down her back, it's so long, it touches my thighs.

I wrap it around my fist and pull her mouth against mine. My wife is still riding her orgasm on my fingers and when she moans into my mouth, I nearly pass out.

It's love. It's fucking love.

I don't care how much it broke me the last time, I'll willingly let Aayat pull my heart out of my chest if it pleases her. I don't know the when or the how of falling in love but I know I did. She changed the meaning of the word in my eyes and in my life.

Love doesn't mean pain anymore. It means Aayat. As simple as that.

I pull my fingers out and let her slump over me while she recovers from her euphoria. "Are you okay?" I ask, looking for any signs of distress or panic. She sighs against my chest before dropping a kiss right above my heart and lying back down on top of me.

I'm not sure if that's a yes?

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