Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Priya's breathing had become shallow, rapid.
 
She could feel his face against her breasts, feel the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric, feel the gentle pressure of his cheek and chin against the sensitive flesh of her breasts.
 
“Ravi,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Oh God, Ravi…”
 
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, holding on, needing the support.
 
He could feel her heartbeat through her chest, could feel the rapid flutter against his cheek.
 
The intimacy of it, being this close, feeling her response, sensing her desire, made his own pulse pound harder.
 
Priya’s back arched slightly, letting him feel the subtle curve, the heat, the life in her body.
 
Her hips swayed gently, teasing, alive, as if dancing with their anticipation, and he felt every bit of her respond to his lips, to the restraint he was observing, to the devotion in his mouth.
 
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, the first hook came free with a soft click.
 
The fabric loosened slightly, the two sides separating by perhaps an inch.
 
Through the gap, Ravi could now see more, the white lace of her bra, a glimpse of the fair skin beneath, the beginning of the deep valley between her breasts.
 
A small section of her radiant skin revealed itself to him, and his lips immediately found it, kissing it softly, tenderly, yet with hunger, tasting the warmth, the softness, the life of her skin.
 
Priya’s back arched slightly, hands resting lightly on his shoulders, letting him feel the subtle shiver that ran through her, a mixture of pleasure, longing, and teasing delight.
 
He paused for a heartbeat, pressing his cheek against the newly revealed patch of skin, inhaling her, memorizing every nuance, the warmth, the softness, the subtle scent, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.