Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 
 
 
Rohan could feel the heat of her skin, the salt of her tears, the fragile flutter of her breath against his chin. He kissed her cheek, tasting her tears, then her lips, soft and trembling beneath his.
 
"I'm sorry," she said again, her voice muffled against his mouth. "I know you wanted…"
 
"I wanted you to be comfortable," he interrupted, pulling back to look into her eyes.
 
"I wanted you to feel safe. That's all I've ever wanted. Nothing else matters to me. Not my needs, not my desires, only you. Only how you feel."
 
"But…"
 
"No buts." His voice was firm, though gentle.
 
"This is about you. About what you want. About what you need. If you're not ready, then we stop. Simple as that."
 
She stared at him, her eyes searching his face, looking for the lie, the disappointment he was trying so hard to hide.
 
He held her gaze, letting her see only warmth, only patience, only love.
 
"You really mean that?" she asked, her voice small, fragile.
 
"I really mean it." He pressed his lips to her forehead again.
 
"I'll wait as long as it takes. I'll wait forever if that's what you need. You're worth waiting for, Mamta. You're worth everything."
 
She smiled through her tears, a watery, trembling smile that made his heart ache. "You're too good to me."
 
"No, I'm not." He shook his head slowly, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
 
"I'm exactly what you need. And what you need right now is patience. Is safety. Is love. And I can give you that. I will give you that."
 
He kissed her again, soft and slow, pouring every ounce of his control into the gentle press of his lips.
 
His body still ached, still throbbed with unsatisfied need, but he forced himself to ignore it, to bury it deep where she couldn't see.
 
"Can I hold you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just hold you?"
 
"Yes." She nodded eagerly. "Please. I need that. I need to feel you close."