Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
Rohan lifted her easily, cradling her against his chest as if she weighed nothing.
 
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at his nape.
 
Her lips found his in a desperate, searching kiss, her tongue sliding against his as if she was trying to taste every last remnant of herself on him.
 
"Rohan…" His name was a broken whisper against his mouth.
 
"I've got you," he murmured, carrying her through the familiar doorway. "I've always got you. I'll always have you."
 
The bedroom was bathed in soft, muted light filtering through sheer curtains.
 
He laid her down on the bed with a reverence that bordered on worship, his body following hers, covering her, caging her in with his warmth.
 
The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight, and she felt the solid, comforting pressure of him above her, his chest pressed against her breasts, his thighs slotting between hers, his hardness a branding heat against her hip.
 
Her skin was warm and supple beneath him, her flesh yielding to his touch like soft clay in the hands of a sculptor.
 
"I want to make love to you," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot and uneven. "I want to feel all of you. I want to be inside you. I want to watch you fall apart beneath me and know that I'm the one who did that to you."
 
"I want that too," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. "More than anything."
 
"Are you sure?" He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, searching them.
 
"Because once I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop. I've wanted this for so long, Mamta. I've dreamed about it. I've touched myself thinking about it. And now that you're here, bare and willing beneath me… I don't know if I have the strength to be gentle."
 
"Mmm," she said, her voice steady despite the tremors racing through her body. "I don’t know… But I know I want this…"