Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Seema answered by leaning into him, by arching her back just slightly, by making a small sound low in her throat that she hoped sounded like desire.
 
His fingers tightened, just a little, and then began to move.
 
They traveled up her sides, slow and deliberate, feeling the curve of her ribs through the thin silk of her nightdress.
 
They found her back, her shoulder blades, the nape of her neck, and she shivered, not from fear, not yet, but from the simple fact of being touched.
 
It had been weeks since he had touched her like this.
 
Weeks since she had let him.
 
Her body remembered what it was supposed to feel like, and for a moment, it almost did.
 
His hands moved lower.
 
They found the hem of her nightdress, bunched at her thighs, and he paused there, his fingers brushing the bare skin just above her knees.
 
She felt the question in his touch.
 
She answered by lifting her hips, just slightly, giving him permission.
 
He pulled the nightdress up.
 
Slowly.
 
Carefully.
 
Inch by inch, the silk sliding across her skin, exposing her thighs, her hips, her stomach.
 
She raised her arms above her head, and he pulled the nightdress over them, over her shoulders, over her head, and tossed it aside.
 
She lay beneath him in nothing but her underwear, the cool air of the apartment raising goosebumps on her skin.
 
He looked at her.
 
For a long moment, he just looked.
 
His eyes traveled down her body, her breasts, her stomach, the curve of her hips, and she felt herself flush under his gaze.
 
She wanted to cover herself.
 
She wanted to pull a blanket over her body and hide.
 
But she didn't.
 
She let him look.
 
She let him see.
 
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
 
She didn't feel beautiful.
 
She felt exposed.
 
But she smiled anyway, and reached for him, pulling him down on top of her.
 
He kissed her again.
 
Her neck this time, then her collarbone, then lower.