Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Naveen stepped closer.
 
He pressed his lips to her forehead first, then her temple, then the soft skin just below her ear.
 
He kissed his way down her neck, feeling her pulse beat against his lips, and then lower, across her collarbone, into the hollow of her throat, down the slope of her shoulder.
 
Her skin tasted of salt and jasmine and something warm and faintly sweet, and he wanted to keep kissing her forever, wanted to map every inch of her with his mouth.
 
He kissed her left breast, then her right, feeling the soft weight of them against his lips, the way her nipples hardened at his touch.
 
She let out a small breath, almost a gasp, almost a sigh, and he felt her hands come up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers gripping him lightly, as though she needed something to hold on to.
 
He kissed lower.
 
Down her stomach, across the soft curve of her belly, stopping at the waistband of her saree skirt.
 
He looked up at her, asking permission without words, and she nodded again, her eyes half-closed now, her lips slightly parted.
 
He found the edge of the saree, the place where the fabric was tucked in, the neat pleats secured at her waist, and he pulled, slowly, carefully.
 
The silk whispered against her skin as it came loose, and the skirt fell, pooling around her feet.
 
She stood before him completely bare.
 
She never stood like this before anyone like.
 
He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
 
He never seen any woman like this in his entire life.
 
Her legs were long and slender, her hips gently curved, the soft triangle of dark hair at the apex of her thighs a secret he had never dared to imagine.
 
Her body was a series of soft lines and warm tones that seemed to glow in the lamplight, and the mehndi on her hands seemed darker now against her bare skin, and the bangles on her wrists caught the light with every small movement she made.
 
She was trembling, just slightly, just enough for him to notice, but she didn't pull away.
 
She didn't cover herself, but her face turned red with shy.
 
He is her husband, but still, she fell the feminine shy that bring her eyes down.
 
But still she just stood there, letting him look, letting him see.
 
His gaze drifted lower, to the place he had only ever imagined.
 
The dark hair was soft, sparse, framing the delicate folds beneath.
 
He could see the slight parting of her lips, the hint of pink within, a glistening moisture that caught the dim light.
 
It was the most intimate, most vulnerable part of her, and it was perfect, a small, tight bud waiting to be discovered.