Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Naveen’s lips traced a path down her body, her chest, the valley between her breasts, the soft skin of her stomach, and she felt her breath catch.
 
His mouth was warm, his kisses gentle, and she felt something stir inside her.
 
Something that might have been pleasure.
 
Something that might have been hope.
 
She closed her eyes.
 
He pulled back and looked at her beauty.
 
The contrast was breathtaking.
 
The plain cotton seemed to enhance rather than hide her beauty, framing the smooth expanse of her midriff, the gentle flare of her hips.
 
Her skin glowed with a warm, honeyed tone in the soft lamplight.
 
He could see the frantic beat of her pulse in the hollow of her throat, the rise and fall of her chest with each shallow breath.
 
His gaze lingered on the lace-trimmed cups of her bra, the way they held the soft weight of her breasts, the darker shadow of her nipples visible through the thin fabric.
 
He reached out, his thumb stroking the smooth skin just above the waistband of her panties, and she shivered, a delicate ripple that traveled through her entire body.
 
He lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.
 
He tasted the faint, clean scent of her soap and something uniquely, intoxicatingly her.
 
His hands roamed the expanse of her back, learning the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist.
 
His fingers found the clasp of her bra.
 
With a deft flick, it was undone.
 
He felt her intake of breath, a sharp, surprised gasp, as the straps fell loose.
 
He drew back slightly, watching as she hesitated, then shyly let the garment slide down her arms and drop to the floor.
 
Her breasts were perfect.
 
Full and round, with a gentle weight that made his hands ache to hold them.
 
Her nipples were a deep, dusky rose, tightened into hard buds that seemed to beg for his touch.