Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
The pale, fair skin of her inner thighs, so close to his face now that he could see the fine texture, could see the way goosebumps had risen on her skin in response to his proximity.
 
And between her thighs, her intimate flesh, pink and glistening, swollen with arousal, the outer lips slightly parted to reveal the delicate inner folds, wet and inviting.
 
"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire and wonder. "So beautiful and wet and ready for me, Didi."
 
The words made Priya flush even hotter, embarrassment and arousal mixing. She'd never had someone look at her there before, had never been so completely exposed, so thoroughly examined.
 
His breath ghosted across her sensitive flesh, making her shiver. She could feel the warmth of his exhale against her most sensitive area, could feel how close his mouth was, could sense the moment before contact like electricity in the air.
 
And then,
 
His tongue made contact.
 
The very tip of his tongue, just the smallest point of warm, wet contact, touched the bottom of her slit where her opening was, and Priya cried out, her back arching off the bed as if she'd been shocked.
 
The sensation was overwhelming, wet and warm and incredibly intimate. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this, for how intense it would feel to have someone's mouth on her most sensitive area, someone's tongue touching her where no one had ever touched before.
 
Ravi groaned the moment he tasted her, the vibration traveling through her intimate flesh, making her gasp and tremble. The sound was visceral, primal, speaking of satisfaction and hunger and desperate need.
 
He didn't move yet, didn't continue his exploration. He simply held there, the tip of his tongue pressed against her opening, savoring that first taste, letting the flavor of her coat his tongue, fill his mouth, overwhelm his senses.
 
Priya could feel him there, could feel the pressure of his tongue, the warmth, the wetness meeting her own wetness. Could feel the way he held perfectly still, as if frozen in this moment of first contact, committing it to memory.