Keerthi looked beside to find her husband sleeping, snoring softly.
She brushed the hair out of his face, to get a clearer view of his face.
Covering the sheets around her tightly, she winced as she turned around, looking at her husband, her cheeks tinging red as she remembered their union a few minutes ago.
Her breath hitched when her husband wrapped his arm around her naked waist, pulling her flush against him, their bare chests brushing against the other.
She held her breath for a moment, exhaling softly when Vikram didn’t wake up.
She found it difficult to sleep, though she was bone tired. Her muscles felt sore, the activity foreign.
Any position to sleep in was uncomfortable, and adding to that, she was stark naked.
She wasn’t comfortable sleeping naked, she never did, and it felt so cold without any clothes on, and she had company.
Though she knew she had to get used to the idea, it felt too foreign. She needed time to get adjusted.
She wondered how Vikram was asleep so quickly.
Didn’t he feel uncomfortable?
She sighed softly, wincing when pain shot up her lower abdomen when she took a deep breath.
Damn, sex was painful.
She felt sore, her private area burning. She had to pee and wash a bit. She felt dirty and slick, though her husband had used a condom.
She shivered when she got up, it felt weird to stand naked anwhere except the washroom, the cool air of the air conditioner making her shudder, her teeth chattering.
She quickly looked around for her top, cursing her luck when she didn’t find it. She went to the washroom, her upper thighs and intimate area throbbing in pain, savouring the relief she felt when she cleaned herself. She pouted when she didn’t find any moisturiser.
She looked around for her top, cursing her husband when she found it under his shoulder. She could have worn something if they were at home. She only saw her bra lying around. She didn’t want to wear it. And she didn’t want to wake him up for her clothes.
She silently lied down next to him, the cold sheets making her shiver.
She could hug her husband for warmth, but she found the idea of hugging him naked weird. They only had sex once. There was still time for her to freely hug her husband naked, without inhibitions.
She curled herself in a foetal position, trying to get as much warmth as she could.
“Why are you moving around so much?”, Vikram snapped, his voice laced with sleep.
Keerthi only shuffled away, awkward.
Vikram yawned, grabbing his wife, her back hitting his chest as he cocooned her in his arms.
Keerthi stiffened when she felt her husband’s warm breath on her neck, unknown sensations flowing her mind as she realised how intimately they spooned, his penis limply lying in her butt crack.
She tried to take a deep breath, to calm her pounding heart down.
Keerthi wanted to shriek in frustration when her husband wrapped his arm around her, his elbow resting on her breast, his leg over hers, their private areas teasing the other.
She closed her eyes.
Her husband completely assassinated the concept of personal space as he held her.
Having sex was one thing, sleeping naked was another.
She counted numbers, silently resigning to her fate, hoping for sleep to embrace her.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirt–
**
Keerthi woke up to a hand moving around on her back. She blinked her eyes open, to find her husband’s eyes closed, his hand moving around on her bare back, as they cuddled, their arms around each other, her head on her husband’s chest.
Keerthi blushed, pulling away, creating some distance, her cheeks flushing when her husband’s hold tightened around her.
“Where are you running off to?”, Vikram teased his wife, pulling her on top of him.
Keerthi gulped uneasily, as she refused to meet her husband’s eye.
“W.. We need to leave”, her voice shook, nervousness evident in her voice, trying to ignore the way her husband’s hands moved on her body, one hand stroking the junction of her ass and thigh, and the other drumming on her back.
“Leave to where?”, Vikram ran his hands on the back of his wife’s thighs, positioning her thighs on either side of him, her mound against his member.
Keerthi flushed at her husband’s action, hiding her face in his chest, wincing a bit when she felt his erect appendage brush her inner thigh. She was hyperaware of the soreness in the lower region.
“Ho.. Home”, She uttered the word with difficulty.
Vikram silenced his wife with a kiss, pulling her closer to him, as he wrapped his hand around her neck, plunging into her mouth.
Keerthi winced when she felt her husband touch her, there.
“Does it hurt?”, Vikram frowned. He knew it hurt the girls during their first time. But he didn’t know how much.
“It’s fine”, Keerthi pressed her lips thin.
“Fine enough for another time?”
Keerthi blushed at her husband’s choice of words. She didn’t know if she was up for it. And the same time, it wasn’t like she didn’t want it.
She let out a small moan when her husband rubbed circles on her clit, burying her face in his neck when he fingered her. Though she was sore, she enjoyed the sensation.
Vikram spread his wife’s legs wider, giving him more space to feel her up.
Keerthi shut her eyes in mortification when she felt fluids leaking her, her inner thighs wet.
She looked up to find her husband gazing at her with a heated look, desire clearly written on his face.
“Do you want to?”, Vikram questioned.
It was broad daylight. He didn’t want his wife to be uncomfortable.
They were still under the sheets as he fingered her. They had to get the sheets off if they were going to fuck.
Keerthi bit her lip, she wanted her husband to finish what he started, but she felt shy.
“I.. I don’t know”, she whispered.
She wanted to, but she didn’t want to, at the same time.
She covered herself when her husband released her, dropping her next to him.
“Are you angry?”, She heard herself ask softly.
“I am not”, Vikram turned to his wife,”And day always comes with night”, he teased, making light of the situation.
Keerthi smiled, looking down. She felt impossibly shy to look at her husband.
“I’ll go to the washroom. You can dress by then.”
Keerthi nodded, squeezing her eyes shut when her husband leaped out of the bed, naked, opening them when she heard the washroom door close.
She quickly dressed in the previous days’ clothes, eyeing them with distaste, as she waited to take a shower.
Vikram came out freshly showered, with a towel wrapped around his hips, as he saw his wife fussing around the room.
Keerthi felt nervous when her husband came out of the shower. She felt naked even though she was fully dressed.
“I had brought your clothes too. They are in that bag”, she heard her husband point towards a bag in the corner of her room, as she saw him pick his own clothes out.
She was surprised, how come she had missed seeing it.
She only nodded, taking her clothes with her as she entered the washroom, breathing a sigh of relief when she latched the door.
She didn’t know why she felt so awkward.
She took a long shower, letting the warm water run over her a aching muscles, hoping for some of the nervousness wash away after her bath.
“Do you want to go anywhere for breakfast?”, Vikram asked his wife.
“It’s fine”, Keerthi mumbled, finger combing her hair.
Vikram frowned at his wife,”Or shall I order something from here?”
Keerthi only nodded, her mouth and brain uncoordinated.
Vikram shook his head, going through his mobile to order a breakfast dish.
“Paratha okay?”
Keerthi only nodded again mumbling an almost inaudible ‘Yeah.’
Vikram was getting agitated with his wife.
He let her be, giving her some time to get over it.
It was only after they had breakfast that he spoke again,”Do you want to go somewhere?”
Keerthi merely shrugged, her back to her husband.
Keerthi jumped when she felt her husband cup her face, she looked down.
“What is it?”, Vikram brushed the hair off his wife’s face.
Keerthi shook her head, nervous, her heart hammering.
The previous night’s intimacy left her too shy to face her husband.
Vikram cupped his wife’s cheeks, tilting her head up, caressing her cheekbone.
Keerthi’s breath hitched, her cheeks tinging red at the contact.
Vikram leaned in , placing a soft kiss on his wife’s lip, pulling away just when she started responding.
“I Love You”, Vikram brushed his thumb over his wife’s cheek.
Keerthi gulped, her eyes watering at the emotion she felt,”I Love You too”, she whispered, pulling her husband into a hug.
“I don’t like it when you get uncomfortable with me”, Vikram mumbled into his wife’s neck.
Keerthi stiffened at her husband’s statement.
She pulled away.”I am Sorry. I.. um.. didn’t mean to. I just.. uh.. I .. feel.. uh”, Keerthi struggled to complete her sentence.
Vikram smiled at his wife,”I understand.”
Keerthi blushed, hiding her face in her husband’s chest.
Vikram ran a hand over his wife’s back, kissing her hair,”I get it. Actually, I don’t”, He grinned,” I don’t want you to feel like this. We can wait if you don’t want to do it again”, Vikram offered.
“It’s not like that”, Keerthi said softly, looking anywhere but her husband.
She didn’t like the idea of not making love to her husband. She only felt uncomfortable at that time because she felt shy to be naked in front of him in broad daylight.
“I.. Vikram!”, Keerthi whined.
It was difficult to put her thoughts into words.
They sounded vulgar, even in her head.
Vikram laughed, squeezing his wife in his arms, kissing her hair.