Prompt

Ayesha stood in the soft evening light of their Mirpur flat, adjusting the pleats of her light green sari. At twenty-four, she looked calm and beautiful. Karim came up behind her, still damp from the shower, and placed his hands on her waist. “You look too good in this,” he murmured. She leaned back against him. “Then stop talking.” He turned her around and kissed her deeply. His hands slid up and cupped her breasts through the blouse, squeezing with firm, deliberate pressure. Ayesha moaned softly into his mouth and pressed closer. “Harder,” she whispered. “I want it.” He squeezed again, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened. Then he slowly unwrapped the sari. The green fabric fell away. He removed her blouse and petticoat until she stood naked. She helped him out of his towel. They moved to the bed. Ayesha lay back and opened her legs for him without hesitation. Karim settled between her thighs and pushed into her wet heat in one slow thrust. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him. They moved together, steady and deep. He held her breasts while he thrust, squeezing them in rhythm with his hips. Ayesha’s moans grew louder. She came first, clutching his back. He followed moments later, burying himself fully inside her. Afterward they lay tangled, breathing hard. The discarded sari rested on the floor beside the bed. “Next time,” she said quietly, smiling, “we try the eggplant.” He kissed her forehead. “Only if you want it.” “I do.”