Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi pressed a gentle kiss there, lingering, tasting her faintly salty, heady scent.
 
He moved lower, placing one kiss after another, tracing the smooth plane of her lower stomach, mapping every curve and gentle swell.
 
"Ravi…" she whispered, hands moving instinctively to rest on his head, fingers threading through his hair.
 
"Stop teasing…"
 
He smiled against her skin, voice low and teasing.
 
"Patience… all in good time, Didi…"
 
Finally, he focused on the drawstring.
 
The bow was simple: two loops and two ends.
 
Easy in theory, nearly impossible in practice, considering he had to work only with his mouth, kneeling, pressed into her warmth and scent.
 
He caught one end of the string gently between his teeth, tugging slowly.
 
The first loop began to loosen.
 
Priya’s breath hitched, fingers tightening slightly in his hair.
 
She could feel every brush of his lips against her stomach, every delicate pull of the fabric, every tiny tug that teased her senses.
 
"Ravi… faster… please…" she gasped, voice trembling with anticipation.
 
He chuckled softly against her skin.
 
"Patience, Didi… enjoy the moment with me…"
 
With careful precision, he freed the first end from its loop.
 
Half the bow was undone.
 
The drawstring loosened slightly, though not enough to release the petticoat.
 
He needed the second loop.
 
Moving slowly, deliberately, his lips glided across her stomach, brushing against the smooth skin, warming it further with the heat of his mouth.
 
The intimate contact, his face so close, his body kneeling before her, made the moment almost unbearable.
 
Every slight movement, every brush of lips and nose sparked shivers through Priya’s body.
 
"Almost…" he murmured against her skin, lips grazing her lower stomach.
 
"Almost, Didi…"
 
"Ravi… I…" she whispered, voice trembling.
 
"I can’t… I need…"
 
The second loop resisted, tighter than the first.
 
Ravi pressed his face more firmly against her lower stomach, teeth carefully gripping the string, pulling gently but firmly.
 
Priya’s hands dug into his hair, swaying slightly as a tremor of anticipation ran through her body.
 
The sensation of his face pressed against her skin, working meticulously at the knot, was exquisitely intimate, almost overwhelming.
 
Her breath came in quick, shallow bursts, chest rising and falling rapidly.
 
"There… almost…" Ravi whispered, muffled by the fabric.
 
"Just a little more…"
 
Then, with a final pull, the loop gave way.
 
The bow collapsed entirely, the drawstring loose and useless.