Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
His mind was racing, his entire focus on the sweet torment she was delivering, on the way her lips moved so gently yet so firmly, as if pulling him closer with each breath.
 
He felt consumed by the act, by the closeness of her, by the sensation of her being so near, so intimate.
 
"Didi," he groaned, her name without the honorific for the first time, raw and desperate.
 
"You're killing me... Didi…"
 
She smiled against him, the movement of her lips creating more friction, and he bit back a moan.
 
The first loop of the bow came undone.
 
She released that end and moved her mouth to find the second, her face sliding along his length, creating delicious friction that made his knees weak.
 
When her teeth caught the second end of the drawstring, she was positioned even lower, her mouth pressed against the most sensitive part of him through the fabric.
 
She could feel him throbbing against her lips, could feel the heat, could sense the barely restrained desire in the tension of his body.
 
She pulled gently, and the second loop began to loosen.
 
But it was tighter than the first, more resistant.
 
She had to pull harder, had to press her face more firmly against him for leverage.
 
Ravi's hands moved to her head, not pulling or pushing, just needing to touch her, to feel her there, to ground himself in the overwhelming sensation.
 
"Almost," Priya murmured, her voice muffled against him, the vibration of her words traveling through the fabric straight to his sensitized flesh. "Almost there, Ravi..."
 
She pulled again, her teeth gripping firmly, and finally the second loop gave way.
 
The bow fell apart completely.
 
The drawstring loosened, no longer holding the track pants in place.
 
For a moment, they simply hung there, caught on his hips, on the prominent bulge.
 
Then Priya tilted her head, using her nose and face to push the waistband down.