Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
"Don't be gentle," she whispered, eyes meeting his, pupils dilated, dark and heavy with need.
 
"I want to feel you… really feel you."
 
Something shifted in Ravi’s expression, hesitation dissolved, replaced by raw, hungry desire.
 
His hands began to move, exploring her slowly, deliberately, reverently yet possessively, palms gliding over the curves, learning the shape, the weight, the exquisite softness of her breasts.
 
Fingers traced the undersides, feeling the generous fullness, the natural curve beneath, the way they hung heavy yet firm, perfectly formed, alive beneath his touch.
 
The skin there, on the undersides, was even softer, more delicate, protected and rarely touched, incredibly sensitive to the lightest pressure.
 
When his fingers traced along the crease where breast met ribcage, Priya shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips, a trembling symphony of desire and anticipation.
 
Then his hands slid upward, following the outer curves, gliding over the swell that filled his palms completely, skin smooth, flawless, impossibly fair, silk under his fingers, radiant in the morning light.
 
He noticed the faint blue tracery of veins beneath her pale skin, delicate, fragile lines that spoke of life, of blood flowing, of her heart beating, alive, present, his.
 
“Every inch of her is beautiful, alive, perfect… and mine,” he thought, utterly consumed.
 
Priya’s breathing became ragged, ragged with want and surrender.
 
Every touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through her body, every nerve ending on fire, alive and singing under his hands.
 
Her breasts had always been sensitive, but under his touch, reverent yet hungry, gentle yet possessive, they felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending awakened.
 
His hands moved to the sides of her breasts, fingers spreading wide, feeling the soft give of flesh between them, pressing gently, watching the skin dimple slightly under pressure before springing back with the soft bounce of life, of abundance.
 
"Beautiful…" he murmured, almost to himself, voice husky, eyes fixed on her shivering, quivering form.
 

"So beautiful, Didi…"