Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Being surrounded by the softness of her breasts, feeling her warmth, sensing her response, it was almost too much.
 
Finally, the second hook gave way.
 
The fabric separated further, the gap widening to perhaps three inches now.
 
The blouse hung looser across her chest, no longer able to contain her fully, with only two hooks remaining.
 
Ravi pressed his lips to the soft skin just revealed beneath the next hook, letting the warmth and life of her body overwhelm him, every nerve, every heartbeat, every inch of him alive with devotion and longing, while her gentle tremors, soft sighs, and playful shivers made him ache with delicious need.
 
Through the widening opening, Ravi could see more of her bra, white lace with delicate patterns, barely containing the full, soft curves of her breasts.
 
The valley between them was deeper now, more visible, shadowed, inviting.
 
He could see how her breasts swelled upward, straining against the lace, could see the gentle way they moved with each rapid breath she took.
 
The fair skin visible above the lace seemed to glow, warm and soft and impossibly inviting.
 
He pressed a kiss to the spot he had just revealed, a patch of warm skin at the upper curve of her breast, just above where the lace began.
 
His lips lingered there, feeling her pulse race beneath his kiss, tasting the salt and sweetness of her.
 
Priya shivered, her entire body trembling with need.
 
Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him there just a moment longer.
 
“More,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Ravi. More.”
 
He pulled back just enough to look up at her, and what he saw made his breath catch.
 
Her face was flushed, her lips parted and swollen as she bit down on the lower one.
 
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with desire, looking down at him with an expression of such raw need that it made his heart pound.
 
Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, her breasts rising and falling, straining against the loosened blouse and the lace beneath.
 
She had never looked more beautiful.
 
Priya leaned into him, letting the soft sway of her body brush against his, their breaths mingling, pulses racing, hearts pounding in quiet, shared rhythm.
 

Each hook removed was a revelation, a tender, sensuous unveiling, each kiss a soft, intimate worship of her body.