Adultery Sakshi's Universe

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He made me straddle his lap, my bare thighs gripping the warmth of his hips as his arms circled around me, pulling me tight into his body. My chest pressed against his, my nipples grazing the fabric of his shirt as his hands began roaming—bold, firm, reverent. He buried his face into the curve of my neck, kissing, nipping, breathing me in like a man long denied.
His lips found their way back to my breasts, where his mouth opened hungrily. He licked and sucked at my nipples with unfiltered need, his tongue swirling, teeth grazing. The sharp pleasure made me arch into him, gasping. I could feel his cock stiffen beneath me as I rolled my hips forward, grinding slowly.
"Fuck, Sakshi," he groaned, voice thick and broken with lust. "You feel like a fever in my hands."
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him deeper against my chest. “Then burn with me,” I whispered.
He lifted me effortlessly, laying me back onto the bed. The mattress groaned under our shifting weight. His eyes never left mine, pupils blown wide with arousal. “We’ve just started, Sakshi… there’s more fun waiting,” he said, voice rough.
I laughed, breathless, shivering. “I was already having the time of my life. You’re going to kill me at this rate.”
He chuckled, low and wicked. Sliding in beside me, he curled his arm around my waist and pulled me closer again. Our mouths met—slow at first, lips dragging, tasting. But it deepened fast—tongues meeting, breath mixing. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was hunger breaking free.
Then, his hand slid down my body, slipping under the folds of my saree, fingertips brushing along my belly until they found the edge of my petticoat. He began lifting it slowly, deliberately, knuckles dragging against my thighs, his gaze locked to mine with feral intensity.
He paused at my knees, lowering himself to kiss each one softly. Then he let his mouth linger, biting lightly as his hands slid higher. His teeth gripped the edge of the fabric and he pulled, inch by tantalizing inch, baring my legs as he went. The petticoat dragged across my thighs, exposing the heat rising off my skin.
When he reached the tops of my thighs, he paused to inhale deeply, like the scent of me alone was intoxicating. "So soft," he murmured, his breath hot against the sensitive flesh.
Then his tongue made contact—slow strokes along the inside of my thighs, licking upward in torturous, zigzagging lines. He kissed along the curve where thigh met pussy, leaving hot trails of saliva.
His fingers came next, teasing the outer lips of my pussy, barely brushing them. I whimpered, needing more, my hips twitching forward.
"Still teasing me, Ramu?" I said with a breathy smile.
“I want to savor every fucking inch,” he replied, his voice almost a growl.
I reached down, catching his hand and guiding it, pressing his fingers against my dripping heat. “Then start here. Touch me like you’ve imagined in every filthy dream.”
He obeyed. His hand cupped my mound, his fingers rubbing in slow circles, coaxing slickness from my folds. My body trembled beneath his touch. The roughness of his skin, the gentleness of his pressure—it was maddening.
His palm rocked against me while his fingers danced between my thighs, tracing every line, learning me by touch. “You’re soaking, Sakshi. Your body knows who it belongs to.”
My head dropped back, a moan tearing from my throat.
He leaned in again, his mouth kissing the inside of my thigh while his right hand reached for the knot of my petticoat. His fingers played with it teasingly, tugging just enough to loosen.
“Let me open this properly,” he murmured against my skin, tongue dragging upward. “I want nothing left between me and your taste.”