Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi's other hand moved as well, sliding under her bottom, gripping the soft flesh there, tilting her hips up slightly to give him better access, to let his tongue reach places it couldn't before.
 
The new angle allowed him to delve deeper between her folds, to taste her more thoroughly, and Priya's sounds became more desperate, more pleading.
 
"Please," she begged again. "Ravi, please, I'm going crazy. I need..."
 
But he still didn't move immediately to her clitoris. Instead, his tongue traced upward slowly, so slowly, building the anticipation to unbearable levels.
 
Through her folds, up the center of her slit, getting closer and closer to that apex where her clitoris waited, swollen and aching and desperate for his touch.
 
Priya held her breath, her entire body tense, waiting for that first contact, knowing it would be intense, knowing it might be more than she could handle but needing it desperately anyway.
 
His tongue reached the hood that covered her clitoris, and he paused there, breathing warmly against the sensitive flesh, letting her anticipation build even higher.
 
And then his tongue made contact with her clitoris.
 
Priya's entire body went rigid, a strangled scream escaping her throat. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on painful, her clitoris so sensitive after all his teasing that even the gentle pressure of his tongue felt almost overwhelming.
 
Every nerve ending in that small bundle of flesh seemed to fire simultaneously, sending shockwaves of sensation radiating outward through her entire body. Her toes curled, her fingers gripped his hair almost painfully, her back arched so sharply she thought her spine might snap.
 
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she chanted, the words running together, barely coherent.
 
But Ravi was patient and careful. He didn't press too hard, didn't move too fast. His tongue circled her clitoris slowly, deliberately, giving her body time to adjust to the intensity, letting the pleasure build gradually rather than overwhelming her all at once.
 
Slow circles, steady pressure, the warm wetness of his tongue creating friction that was perfect, exquisite, exactly what her body craved.