Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
"Did you eat breakfast?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady and casual.
 
"I ate." He leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, his eyes never leaving her. "But I’d eat again. Just to taste your cooking."
 
"You're such a flirt."
 
"I'm honest. There's a world of difference." He watched her hands, those soft, white fingers, as she stirred the dal with a graceful, practiced elegance.
 
She smiled, a soft curve of her lips, and stirred the pot. The steam rose, carrying the scents of turmeric and ginger that mingled with her own intoxicating perfume.
 
He watched the way she adjusted the pallu when it slipped from her shoulder, the way she bit her plush lower lip when she was concentrating. Every small motion was a seduction.
 
"I love watching you," he said, his voice a low, rough whisper.
 
"You said that already."
 
"I'll say it a thousand times." He moved closer, his voice a caress against her ear. "I love watching your hands. The way you move. The way you bite your lip when you're thinking."
 
"You're going to make me burn the dal."
 
"Then let it burn." His voice was a low, dangerous growl. "I don't care about the dal. I care about you."
 
She laughed, that beautiful, carefree sound that made his chest tighten. "You're impossible."
 
"You keep saying that."
 
"Because it's true."
 
He closed the distance between them completely, his chest pressing against her back, his body molding to her curves. He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her saree.
 
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
 
"Watching you. Like I promised." He let his lips graze the shell of her ear. "Feeling you. Being close to you."
 
"Like this?" she breathed. "You're not just watching. You're... you're consuming me. And you're distracting me."
 
"Good. I want to distract you." His hands found her waist, resting there with a possessive weight. "I want to be the only thing on your mind. The only thing you can feel."