13-04-2024, 01:55 PM
"Manoj, stop it! I need to finish clearing this wardrobe before dinner." He chuckled, his gaze lingering on the expanse of my bare waist. "Alright, alright. But a reward for such hard work is necessary, wouldn't you agree?"
Before I could answer, he leaned in closer, his breath tickling my belly. He brought his lips oh-so-close to my navel, sending goosebumps erupting across my skin. Then, with a playful puff of air, he blew on my bellybutton. A gasp escaped my lips. The unexpected sensation, both playful and weirdly intimate, was enough to make me melt. However, my hand flew to his forehead instinctively, as if to shield myself from his further advances.
His eyes twinkled with amusement. "Sensitive, are we?" he teased, his voice a low rumble. The heat in the room seemed to intensify with my situation. My breath was caught between a playful retort and a shiver of anticipation. Before I could form a reply, he grabbed my wrists with surprising speed, his playful grin turning a touch more serious.
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. My eyes widened as he expertly looped the saree around both my wrists, tying them securely to a hook above my head. "Hey!" I protested as I tried swatting at him with my legs adding to the fluttering in my stomach. The fabric of my blouse now exposed the sweat patches on my armpits due to the heat although I had shaven them that morning. Rahul easily dodged my light kicks as he knelt on my feet rendering me immobile now from my legs as well.
"Uh oh, looks like the cleaning lady needs some assistance," he teased, his eyes sparkling with a familiar glint. A mixture of annoyance and a strange thrill bubbled within me as he poked various spots on my belly.
He brought his index finger again, tracing a line across my waist. As his fingertip reached my navel, it dipped inside the small indentation, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
My breath hitched. "Manoj!" I squeaked, a mix of mock outrage and something else entirely. He grinned, his fingertip gently swirling inside my navel. It was a simple touch, yet it felt impossibly intimate.
"See?" he murmured, his voice husky. "You can't deny it." He was right. As much as I tried to maintain a facade of annoyance, a delicious shiver ran down my spine. This playful teasing, this forbidden touch, it was a secret thrill that ignited a spark I hadn't felt in years.
He removed his finger, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, he leaned in closer again, his lips brushing the soft skin of my stomach just above my navel. My breath caught. He was so close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the familiar warmth of our home. Then, his lips found their target, landing a soft, lingering kiss right on my navel.
A jolt of electricity shot through me, making my legs weak. A gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something I couldn't quite name. It felt forbidden, exhilarating, a secret shared only between us in the quiet confines of the wardrobe.
"Manoj!" I screamed, but a giggle escaped my lips, betraying the mock sternness in my voice though it seemed to sense my hesitation. "What?" He smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just giving your cute button some company. It seemed lonely."
Then, with a mischievous grin, he instantly put his index finger back and then, with a playful snap, flicked his thumb against my navel, eliciting a yelp of surprise. "Hey!" I exclaimed, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "That one seemed to wake it up," he teased.
He wasn't wrong. My skin tingled where his touch lingered. The forbidden nature of the situation, the playful teasing in the confines of our home, it all added to the excitement so much that I didnt even notice that my panty had become slightly wet and my nipples became hard through the confines of my bra and blouse.
Before I could answer, he leaned in closer, his breath tickling my belly. He brought his lips oh-so-close to my navel, sending goosebumps erupting across my skin. Then, with a playful puff of air, he blew on my bellybutton. A gasp escaped my lips. The unexpected sensation, both playful and weirdly intimate, was enough to make me melt. However, my hand flew to his forehead instinctively, as if to shield myself from his further advances.
His eyes twinkled with amusement. "Sensitive, are we?" he teased, his voice a low rumble. The heat in the room seemed to intensify with my situation. My breath was caught between a playful retort and a shiver of anticipation. Before I could form a reply, he grabbed my wrists with surprising speed, his playful grin turning a touch more serious.
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. My eyes widened as he expertly looped the saree around both my wrists, tying them securely to a hook above my head. "Hey!" I protested as I tried swatting at him with my legs adding to the fluttering in my stomach. The fabric of my blouse now exposed the sweat patches on my armpits due to the heat although I had shaven them that morning. Rahul easily dodged my light kicks as he knelt on my feet rendering me immobile now from my legs as well.
"Uh oh, looks like the cleaning lady needs some assistance," he teased, his eyes sparkling with a familiar glint. A mixture of annoyance and a strange thrill bubbled within me as he poked various spots on my belly.
He brought his index finger again, tracing a line across my waist. As his fingertip reached my navel, it dipped inside the small indentation, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
My breath hitched. "Manoj!" I squeaked, a mix of mock outrage and something else entirely. He grinned, his fingertip gently swirling inside my navel. It was a simple touch, yet it felt impossibly intimate.
"See?" he murmured, his voice husky. "You can't deny it." He was right. As much as I tried to maintain a facade of annoyance, a delicious shiver ran down my spine. This playful teasing, this forbidden touch, it was a secret thrill that ignited a spark I hadn't felt in years.
He removed his finger, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, he leaned in closer again, his lips brushing the soft skin of my stomach just above my navel. My breath caught. He was so close, the scent of his cologne mixing with the familiar warmth of our home. Then, his lips found their target, landing a soft, lingering kiss right on my navel.
A jolt of electricity shot through me, making my legs weak. A gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something I couldn't quite name. It felt forbidden, exhilarating, a secret shared only between us in the quiet confines of the wardrobe.
"Manoj!" I screamed, but a giggle escaped my lips, betraying the mock sternness in my voice though it seemed to sense my hesitation. "What?" He smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just giving your cute button some company. It seemed lonely."
Then, with a mischievous grin, he instantly put his index finger back and then, with a playful snap, flicked his thumb against my navel, eliciting a yelp of surprise. "Hey!" I exclaimed, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "That one seemed to wake it up," he teased.
He wasn't wrong. My skin tingled where his touch lingered. The forbidden nature of the situation, the playful teasing in the confines of our home, it all added to the excitement so much that I didnt even notice that my panty had become slightly wet and my nipples became hard through the confines of my bra and blouse.
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