Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Mamta tensed for a moment, a shiver running through her, and then she relaxed against him, her body melting into his. He felt her surrender in the subtle loosening of her spine.
 
"You're so warm," he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "I can feel the heat emanating from your skin. It's driving me mad."
 
"Rohan…"
 
"The way you smell." He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding against her back. "Jasmine and clean, warm skin. It's a scent I could drown in."
 
"You're going to make me…"
 
"Make you what?" His voice was a husky taunt.
 
"Make me forget what I was doing."
 
"Then forget it." His hands tightened on her waist. "Forget everything. Except me. Except this."
 
His hands began a slow, deliberate exploration, tracing the generous curve of her waist, pressing into the soft flesh of her hips.
 
The cotton of her saree was impossibly soft beneath his fingers, but it was the heat of her body beneath that made him ache.
 
"I love the way this feels," he said, his lips against her neck. "Your saree. So soft. But it's nothing compared to your skin."
 
"Rohan…" Her voice was a breathless plea.
 
"Your skin." He traced a finger along the edge of her blouse. "I can feel its warmth right through the fabric. You're so warm, Mamta. So alive. I can feel your pulse fluttering in your neck."
 
His lips found her neck, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive curve where it met her shoulder. She gasped, her body arching back into his.
 
"I've been thinking about this," he murmured, his words vibrating against her skin. "About touching you. About feeling your body under my hands. About tasting every inch of you."
 
"Rohan…"
 
"Don't stop me." His hands slid up, coming to rest just below the swell of her breasts. "Please. I need this. I need to feel you."
 
He kissed her neck again, his tongue tracing a slow, wet path along her skin. He tasted her, warmth and jasmine and a hint of salt. She was exquisite.