Siva - Gayatri Raj

[venkujkc1984]

Part 3

Raj knelt by the edge of the bed, his breath catching as he looked down at Gayatri, who lay before him like a goddess come to life. Her body, clad only in her light yellow blouse and petticoat, was a masterpiece of soft curves and graceful lines. The soft light of the room bathed her in a golden glow, casting delicate shadows over her form, highlighting every peak and valley of her figure. For a moment, he simply gazed at her, his heart swelling with admiration, his eyes tracing every detail of her body. Gayatri lay still, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her eyes locked on his, filled with a mix of vulnerability and trust.

Raj began at her face, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. "Your face," he whispered, "is like the moon—serene, glowing, and full of grace." His thumb softly caressed her cheek, where the flush of their earlier closeness still lingered. He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, his lips lingering on her skin, as if sealing his admiration in that moment.

He trailed kisses down to her eyes, which were half-closed but glimmered with warmth and a hint of anticipation. "These eyes," Raj murmured, "they see the world with such kindness, such beauty. They hold the light of a thousand stars."

Gayatri’s breath hitched as Raj kissed each of her eyelids with tender care, his fingers lightly brushing over her cheeks. His words filled the room like a soft prayer, reverent and full of devotion. "You are a vision, bhabhi. Everything about you is beyond perfect."

He moved lower, his gaze now fixed on her lips, which were slightly parted, soft and inviting. Raj hovered over them for a moment, savoring the sight before him. "Your lips," he said in a hushed tone, "are like the petals of a rose, soft, delicate, and full of life." He kissed them gently, his lips barely brushing hers, but the tenderness of his touch sent shivers down her spine.

As he pulled back, his eyes drifted down to her neck and collarbone. Her blouse dipped just enough to reveal the graceful curve of her shoulders and the smooth line of her collarbone. Raj ran his fingers lightly over her skin, feeling the warmth beneath his touch. "Your neck," he whispered, "is like a swan’s—elegant and poised, carrying the weight of your beauty with such grace."

Raj’s gaze moved to her chest, where the swell of her boobs rose and fell with each shallow breath. The blouse clung to her, highlighting the fullness of her chest, the two perfect peaks that seemed to defy gravity. He placed his hand gently over her heart, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his palm. "Your boobs," Raj whispered reverently, "are like the great mountains—proud, strong, and yet so soft. They hold the essence of life, the source of warmth and comfort."

He kissed the tops of her boobs through the fabric of her blouse, his lips warm against her skin. Gayatri let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under his worshipful touch. Raj’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, where her petticoat sat low on her waist, accentuating the graceful lines of her body.

"Your waist," Raj murmured, his voice trembling with awe, "is like the narrowest valley, where the earth dips and curves in the most beautiful way. It’s the center of your beauty, where everything converges." His fingers brushed over her navel, the dip of her abdomen drawing his attention like a gravitational pull. He kissed her navel softly, his lips lingering there as if it were the heart of the earth itself.

"The navel," Raj whispered, his voice filled with reverence, "is like the deepest well, the most perfect valley. It’s the place where life begins, the point where desire flows."

Gayatri’s breath hitched again as Raj’s kisses traveled lower, tracing the lines of her waist, which were full and inviting. The fabric of her petticoat did little to hide the curves beneath, and Raj’s hands caressed her waist with gentle care. "Your waist," he murmured, "are like rolling hills, soft yet strong, the foundation of your beauty. They carry you with such grace and power."

Raj’s hands continued their worshipful journey, moving down her legs, tracing the long, elegant lines of her thighs. 

Even through the fabric, he could feel the firmness beneath, the strength that defined her. 

"Your legs," he whispered, "are the pillars that hold you up, like the mighty columns of a temple. They carry the weight of your beauty, of your life, and yet they remain graceful, effortless."

He placed a soft kiss on each of her knees, his hands running down to her feet, which rested at the foot of the bed. 

Raj knelt before her, his eyes tracing the entire length of her body from head to toe, every curve, every peak, every valley.

"You are a goddess, Bhabhi," Raj whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Every part of you—from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes—is perfect. You are nature’s masterpiece."

He leaned in again, kissing her thighs, her waist, her waist, making his way back up to her chest, her neck, and finally her lips. With each kiss, he murmured soft words of praise, his hands never leaving her body, as though he was afraid to lose the connection between them.

Gayatri’s body responded to his worship, her skin tingling under his touch, her heart racing with the intensity of his reverence. She had never felt so cherished, so adored, and as Raj continued his journey over her body, she allowed herself to fully embrace the moment.

Raj’s eyes locked onto hers as he hovered above her, his hands cradling her face gently. "I will worship every inch of you, my goddess," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You deserve to be adored."

Gayatri gazed up at him, her breath shallow, her body humming with the warmth of his touch, the sincerity of his words. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly seen—every part of her, every inch of her body, had been praised and cherished in a way that made her feel like she was more than just a woman. She was a goddess in Raj’s eyes, and she allowed herself to feel beautiful, to feel worshiped.

Raj kissed her again, slowly, deeply, his hands cradling her as though she were the most delicate thing in the world. And in that moment, Gayatri knew that she had never been more cherished than she was now, under Raj’s gaze, in Raj’s arms.

Gayatri: Raj, please listen, please don’t go further, I can't control

Raj: Bhabhi, please my dear, I need your consent please, once please

He started kissing her neck. He considered himself lucky. He slowly dropped his right hand from her shoulder onto her left boob and started fondling. He kept staring at her eyes while slowly squeezing her boob. He had done that earlier too, but it seemed everything was happening for the first time. She couldn't meet his eyes and closed it as the inner feeling was too good for her. She had mixed feelings of guilt, embarrassment and excitement when he was fondling her boobs. He started squeezing her boobs like a pro, slowly brushing, rubbing, pressing, tickling and squeezing. Raj put his lips on her rosy lips and started licking them. They were so tasty. She started responding slowly. Her breath was getting heavy. 

Now Raj was slowly forcing himself on her. She wrapped her bangled arms around his neck. He moved closer, poking his manhood on her groin. He left her boobs and slid his right hand on her soft waist. He started squeezing there slowly. He started licking her soft neck. She moaned loudly. He kept pressing her thighs over her petticoat. She started getting moist below. He could feel the heaviness of the situation. He didn’t want to rush though. 

As Raj's trembling hands reached for the delicate hooks of Gayatri’s blouse, his breath quickened with anticipation. The smooth fabric slipped through his fingers as he slowly undid the last button, revealing the treasure hidden beneath. With each passing second, the sight before him unfolded like a masterpiece being unveiled, leaving him awestruck.

“WoW WoW WoW” Raj whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible, a mix of awe and disbelief. “Bhabhi… you’re… incredible.” Her boobs emerged proudly, full and firm, as if challenging the very laws of nature with their perfect roundness and firmness. Their gentle curves stood high and proud against her smooth, fair skin, glistening faintly under the dim light. The soft rise and fall of her chest with each breath created a mesmerizing rhythm, a silent invitation that held Raj’s gaze captive. “They’re… perfect,” Raj murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Absolutely perfect.”

They were a stunning contrast against her soft, fair skin, each curve meticulously formed as if nature itself had crafted them with the utmost care. Raj’s eyes widened, his gaze locked on the captivating sight. The flawless contours of her bosom, gently rising and falling with her breath, were mesmerizing. They stood proud and high, each one a testament to youthful vitality and natural beauty. Their fullness, so tender and inviting, would have left him in awe, marveling at their perfect shape and smooth, silky texture. Raj could hardly believe his eyes, entranced by the sight of these twin treasures, their rounded fullness capturing the essence of youthful beauty.

Her nipples, a delicate pinkish hue, were the crowning jewels on her flawless form. They stood subtly puckered, as though touched by the soft caress of a morning breeze, adding a hint of vulnerability to her undeniable allure. Raj’s eyes lingered on their delicate beauty, the way they complemented the gentle curves of her bosom. 

To Raj, Gayatri's mature boobs seemed like two flawless pearls, shimmering with a natural luster that words could barely capture. The way they moved gently with her breath, rising and falling like gentle waves, would have added to their allure. He was struck by their warmth, the way they fit so perfectly in his hands, as if they were crafted by the gods themselves. Raj couldn’t help but marvel at their perfect symmetry, the way they invited his gaze and held it captive.

WOW they were very beautiful with round areolas and standing pinkish nipples. They are round like globes, in a very perfect shape. Her veins are passing over her boobs sideways. 

He held her hands and he slowly moved near them. The naked boobs were making him feel like he won her and he is going to rule his queen. He repositioned himself on top of her and pressed her naked soft boobs slowly. He started pumping them. She was getting excited. 

In his mind, they would have been the very embodiment of feminine grace and beauty, something to be cherished and admired, not just for their physical form but for the deep sense of intimacy and trust that their revelation represented.

He exhaled slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Bhabhi, it’s like… they were sculpted by the gods themselves.” His trembling hands reached forward, hesitant yet longing. The warmth of her skin beneath his palms sent a shiver down his spine, and he marveled at how perfectly they fit in his hands, as though they were made for him to hold.

“Do you even know how beautiful you are?” Raj asked softly, his voice filled with reverence. “Every inch of you... so perfect, so exquisite.”

Gayatri’s cheeks flushed deeply, her breathing uneven. She glanced away, biting her lower lip as if trying to conceal the storm of emotions his words had stirred within her.

Raj leaned closer, his voice a husky whisper. “These… These aren’t just beautiful, Bhabhi. They’re like treasures… no, they’re treasures,” he corrected himself, his fingers tracing the subtle veins that ran delicately across her skin. “And they’re yours. But at this moment, it feels like they’ve been given to me to cherish.”

As she shifted slightly, her chest moved with her, creating the faintest bounce that left Raj spellbound. He chuckled softly, his breath catching as he confessed, “Even the way they move is… hypnotic. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this. They’re... a miracle.”

Gayatri closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment as her hands slid up to rest gently on Raj’s head. Her fingers curled into his hair, guiding him toward her heaving chest. 

Raj was enjoying his victory over Gayatri… He trailed his lips downward, each touch more deliberate, more reverent, as though he were worshiping the beauty before him. His hands cradled her soft, supple breasts, their fullness spilling into his palms like a perfect fit sculpted just for him. The warmth of her skin beneath his fingers was intoxicating, sending waves of desire coursing through him as he squeezed them gently, marveling at their firmness and their inviting softness. Slowly, tantalizingly, he let his lips graze over her pink, puckered nipples. He paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of them—the delicate color, the way they stood firm with her arousal, a perfect contrast against her soft, pale skin.

With a soft groan, he finally captured one in his mouth, his lips closing around it as his tongue flicked across its sensitive peak. He felt her body stiffen momentarily beneath him, a gasp escaping her lips as her back arched instinctively. The reaction spurred him on, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate motions that sent shivers through her body.

“Bhabhi,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re... incredible. Absolutely breathtaking.”

His lips closed over her nipple fully now, sucking gently as his hand continued to knead the fullness of her other breast. The taste of her, the feel of her trembling beneath him—it was everything he had imagined and more. Her nipples, flushed and glistening with his attention, seemed to respond eagerly to his touch, each one a symbol of her growing surrender.

Gayatri held his face and pushed his boobs and moaned. aaaaaah raaj... hmmmmmmmm

A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a stifled moan as she bit her lower lip, refusing to give voice to the pleasure that coursed through her. But Raj noticed her every movement, every quiver of her body, and it only fueled his determination.

Her soft, sensitive nipples puckered further under his touch, responding to the warmth of his mouth. Raj was relentless, savoring the taste of her skin, the delicate texture of her peaks. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them with just the right pressure, as though testing their perfect fullness. He leaned down to kiss the valley of her cleavage, leaving a trail of warmth and wetness in his wake.

“Bhabhi,” he murmured against her skin, his voice husky and thick with desire. “You’re driving me insane. I can’t stop... you’re too perfect.”

Gayatri moaned softly, arching her back to offer him more. Her lips parted, and the faintest of gasps escaped as her body betrayed her resolve. Her hands pressed against his head, urging him on. “Aaaah… Raj…” she whispered, the sound barely audible yet heavy with longing.

Raj took her cue, his lips finding their way back to her now-flushed nipples. He sucked gently at first, swirling his tongue around the taut peaks before increasing the intensity. Each movement of his lips sent jolts of pleasure coursing through Gayatri’s body, making her toes curl.

His free hand pinched her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers while his mouth worked its magic. “Aaaah… Raj… hmmmm…” Gayatri moaned, her voice a mix of surrender and ecstasy. Her chest heaved with every breath, her body now entirely responsive to his touch.

Raj reveled in her reactions, his own breath quickening as he marveled at how her body seemed to mold perfectly to his. “You’re incredible, Bhabhi,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin as he continued his ministrations.

Raj was slowly sucking the nipples and Gayatri was getting mad.. Raj has ignited them and till now didn’t get a chance to kiss them. His other finger pinching her nipples.. and his lips were sucking them.. aaaaaaaaah ...it was driving them mad.. Gayatri was offering her boobs now and pushed his face as he sucked those nipples. The nipples were being sucked and sucked ..and then again sucked...

Her nipples, now swollen and glistening with his saliva, stood proud and firm, as though defying the world with their arousal. He alternated between sucking and gently biting them, eliciting soft cries from Gayatri that only spurred him on.

“Raj… oh my god… Raj…” she gasped, her voice trembling as she tilted her head back, her fingers tangling deeper into his hair.

Feeling her body soften beneath him, Raj let his hand trail down to her waist, squeezing the soft curves there as he pressed his body closer to hers. The weight of his form pinned her down, and Gayatri felt the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against her thighs.

“Bhabhi…” Raj groaned, his voice raw with need as his hands roamed freely, exploring the swell of her waist and the curve of her waist. He returned to her breasts, lavishing them with kisses and sucking with unrestrained passion.

The breath increased and Gayatri was now not bothered.. She knew her leakage was not stopping and her boobs were being sucked to her satisfaction.. He was a pro in sucking.. she was whispering. aa raaaaj .. she was repeating his name again and again ... aaaah raaj.. aaah raaj

Gayatri’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him. She no longer cared about restraint or resistance. The wetness pooling between her thighs betrayed her excitement, and she whispered his name over and over, each syllable dripping with desire. “Aaah… Raj… aaaah… Raj…”

Raj shifted to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He sucked deeply, his lips tugging at her nipple while his hand kneaded the soft flesh. Her breasts now glistened with his kisses, their smooth curves glistening under the dim light.

“You taste like heaven, Bhabhi,” Raj whispered against her skin, his lips tracing the delicate lines of her cleavage before returning to her nipple. “I could worship you forever.”

Gayatri’s breathing grew ragged as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her nipples hardening further as if begging for more. Raj obliged, continuing his relentless assault on her senses.

He didn’t want to give any gap for her to recover from excitement so continued his kisses all over. He pushed his crotch into her groin. He couldn’t control himself. He was enjoying her boobs to his content. This happened for 10 minutes. There were noises like... 'mmmmmmm' 'mmmmmmm' in the room. Her resistance was completely lost. Her boobs expanded, nipples became hard and stood proud with her excitement. He kept on sucking them and kissing all over the boobs. She too was enjoying that moment. 

The couple were in a world of their own.

Raj's smart work on her boobs was driving her crazy. Nerves in her boobs were so highly sensitized that she had acute convulsions in her womanhood. Muscles in her womanhood contracted and expanded, giving exotic sensation to her. She was undergoing waves of highs as Raj sucked her boobs and nipples. 

She never had such an experience for a long time. She was nearing a quick orgasm and Raj was doing all he could to reach the peak. With a huge "aaahhh.... Ohhhh... and unhhh... Raj, what are you doing to me? You are driving me crazy...."

Her face contorted and eyebrows were stretched in ecstasy as she had waves of ecstatic pleasure experiencing a huge orgasm that she had never experienced earlier. He understood her condition, felt very happy and halted his action for a brief for her to enjoy the moment and recover.