Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
“He’s waking… feeling me… wanting me… I can’t wait any longer,” every nerve in her body alight with anticipation, the warmth and pressure of him sending waves through her.
 
Ravi's hand slid down her back, tracing the elegant curve of her spine, then lower to cup the soft curve of her bottom.
 
The flesh yielded beautifully under his palm, warm and soft and utterly perfect.
 
“Every inch of her… mine to feel… and she responds to me… perfect… utterly perfect,” squeezing gently, feeling her moan vibrate against his lips, a sound that made his chest tighten with desire.
 
Priya moaned softly into his mouth, pressing herself closer, letting the small sound of her pleasure guide him, urging him, teasing him.
 
“Yes… closer… don’t stop… every touch… every motion… I want it all,” her hand tightening slightly in his hair, the faint brush of skin on skin sending sparks through her nerves.
 
 
 
They continued kissing, their hands exploring each other's bodies with a new freedom, a new confidence born of what they'd already shared.
 
“Every inch of her feels like it belongs to me… and every inch of him feels like it was made for me,” Priya’s fingers tracing the contours of his back, the small dip of his spine under her palm, the warmth radiating from his muscles.
 
There was no rush now, no desperate urgency.
 
“We have time… I want to savor every moment… every breath, every touch,” feeling her heartbeat against his chest, the soft rise and fall of her breasts pressing into his.
 
They had time.
 
They had all day.
 
Ravi's mouth left hers, trailing kisses along her jaw, down the column of her neck.
 
He found the spot where her neck met her shoulder and lavished attention there, soft kisses, gentle bites, the soothing stroke of his tongue.
 
“Her neck… the way it arches into me… it’s intoxicating,” feeling the subtle shiver that ran through her, the tiny tremor of pleasure under his lips.
 
Priya's head fell back, giving him access, her breathing beginning to quicken again, “Yes… here… I want every part of him, every touch… make me yours,” her hand moving down his body, tracing the muscles of his stomach, feeling them contract under her touch, the tension and warmth sending a thrill through her veins.