Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
She could feel the warmth of his breath, the faint scratch of his stubble through the thin fabric, the steady pressure of his face against the sensitive flesh of her breasts.
 
Ravi’s teeth found the hook, but working at it required him to press even closer.
 
His entire face was buried in her chest now, surrounded by the soft warmth of her breasts on either side.
 
They pressed against his cheeks, his chin, even his forehead as he tilted his head, searching for the perfect angle.
 
The softness was incredible, almost overwhelming.
 
Even through the layers of fabric, he could feel how full and warm she was, could feel the generous curves that had been driving him mad since the moment she had dropped her pallu.
 
He worked at the hook carefully, his teeth manipulating the small clasp.
 
But every tiny movement made him more aware of her body, the way her breasts yielded to the pressure of his face.
 
The heat radiating from her skin, the subtle tremors running through her as she struggled to stay still.
 
Priya’s hands slid from his shoulders into his hair, her fingers threading through the dark strands, not pulling, just holding, needing something to anchor herself.
 
The sensation of his face pressed so intimately against her chest was driving her breathless.
 
She could feel everything, every breath, every minute movement, every second of contact.
 
“Oh God,” she breathed, her head falling back slightly. “Ravi, this is…”
 
She couldn’t finish the sentence.
 
Couldn’t find words for what was unfolding inside her.
 
The second hook was stubborn, held tight by the fabric stretched across her full breasts.
 
Ravi had to work at it patiently, his teeth catching and releasing, catching and releasing, each attempt requiring him to press closer, to bury his face deeper in the softness of her breasts.
 
His own breathing had grown ragged, his body responding intensely to the intimacy of what he was doing.