Incest Little sis Anjali

[prasannas2001]

His hand, bold now, slid to her thigh, resting innocently at first, fingers splayed over the firm muscle beneath her leggings, inches from the damp heat radiating from her core. "Can I... touch your hair? It's so pretty, falling like that."

 
She didn't pull away, her body humming. "Okay... but hands stay there."
 
He stroked her silky dark waves, fingers threading through the luxurious strands that cascaded like midnight silk over her shoulders, inhaling the faint floral scent of her shampoo mixed with the musky arousal now heavy in the air. "What about your cheek? Can I touch it?" she whispered, her voice breathy, eyes half-lidded with lingering heat from their erotic kiss.
 
Without waiting for a full response, Rohan’s hand trailed from her hair to her flushed cheek, his thumb wiping a stray bead of their shared saliva with deliberate slowness, savoring the slick warmth. She sighed deeply, melting under the caress, her body softening like wax under flame, eyelids fluttering as forbidden tingles radiated from his touch.
 
Emboldened by the intimacy, her fingers reached up tentatively, tracing his strong jaw, feeling the faint stubble, the pulse beating wildly beneath her fingertips, sparking the next inevitable step in their descent into temptation.
 
"Yes, touch my cheeks," she murmured, granting permission with a shy nod, her heart pounding anew. Rohan’s palm cupped her perfectly sculpted cheek, exploring its satin smoothness, warm, blushing rose under his exploration. His fingers fanned out, mapping every curve, from the high apple of her cheekbone down to the delicate hollow, brushing the corner of her still-swollen lips where their saliva lingered sweetly.
 
Slowly, sensuously, his hand glided higher to her delicate ears, thumb tracing the soft lobe, then dipping into the hidden shell, eliciting a shiver that made her D-cup breasts quiver beneath her kurti. "Rohan..." she breathed, half-protest, half-plea, as his touch sent sparks skittering down her spine.
 
Undeterred, his fingers slipped to the back side of her neck, massaging the sensitive nape with firm, circular strokes, nails grazing lightly, unraveling knots of tension and guilt alike. Her head tilted instinctively, exposing more skin, a soft moan escaping as waves of pleasure pooled low in her belly.
 
Emboldened further, his hand curved around to the front of her neck, palm flat against her throbbing pulse, feeling her racing heartbeat like a drum of surrender. Thumb stroked the supple column, dipping into the hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin with a feather-light press of lips there later, but for now, just possessing.
 
Then, agonizingly slow, his hand began its descent, trailing fire down her collarbone, skirting the neckline of her kurti, fingers brushing the upper swell of her cleavage. The firm, proud C (maybe D he could not guess properly) cups rose to meet him, soft yet unyielding, the valley between them a shadowed promise of deeper sins.
 
She gasped sharply, her hand shooting up to hold his wrist firmly, stopping him just at the edge. "Stop there," she panted, voice trembling with a cocktail of fear, desire, and resolve, her nipples straining visibly against the fabric, betraying how close she was to letting go. "Not yet... we can't go further. Please."
 
Rohan froze, eyes locked on her heaving chest, breath ragged, but he nodded, hand lingering in her grip like a tether to the precipice they teetered on. The air crackled with unspent hunger, the rain their only witness.