Adultery Priya Didi

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Wednesday Morning — Part Twenty One: Her Turn To Worship

 
Priya lay on the bed for a long moment, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
 
The orgasm he'd given her had been overwhelming, intense beyond anything she'd ever imagined.
 
But now, as she looked up at him, his face still glistening with her moisture, his eyes dark with desire, his body taut with barely controlled need, she felt a different kind of hunger rising within her.
 
"I want to give him the same devotion," she thought.
 
"I want him to feel what I just felt." He had worshiped her body with his mouth, had brought her to heights of pleasure she'd never known existed.
 
Now it was her turn.
 
Now she wanted to give him the same devotion, the same reverence, the same overwhelming pleasure.
 
She sat up slowly, her movements languid, still slightly unsteady from her climax.
 
The soft feeling of the sheets beneath her skin made her feel delicate and exposed, the warmth of her body mingling with the cool air around her.
 
Her eyes traveled down his body, tracing the breadth of his chest, the lean muscles of his stomach, and finally, as if guided by an invisible pull, they settled on the prominent bulge still confined in his underwear.
 
The fabric stretched tight, tented obscenely by his arousal, and it drove an ache deep within her that she hadn't anticipated.
 
"He's hard for me," she thought, her body responding to the thought with a surge of need.
 
She could see the clear outline of him, the length, the thickness, and even a dark spot where moisture had seeped through, evidence of his desperate need.
 
Her mouth watered at the sight.
 
Her fingers curled slightly, aching with the need to touch him, to feel him more intimately.
 
But she held herself back, a slow, deliberate smile curving her lips as she remembered their last encounter.
 
"Stand up," she whispered, her voice still slightly breathless.
 
"Stand next to the bed for me, Ravi."