Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Third Catch ,  The Kitchen
 
"I'm in the kitchen," she called.
 
"Find me."
 
He moved carefully, his hands finding the kitchen counter.
 
The room smelled like jasmine, her scent was everywhere, saturating the air until he could barely think.
 
"Mamta, "
 
"I'm right here."
 
He turned, his hands finding her.
 
She was standing by the counter, her body warm and waiting.
 
He could feel the cool granite against his knuckles as he reached past her, trapping her between his body and the counter's edge.
 
"Caught you," he said.
 
"Yes.
 
Now what do you want?"
 
"I want to feel you.
 
All of you."
 
His hands moved down her body, finding the edge of her saree.
 
He pushed it aside, revealing her bare hip.
 
The silk fell away like water, and his fingers found skin, warm, impossibly soft, the curve of her hip bone sharp beneath his palm.
 
"So soft," he breathed.
 
"So warm."
 
His lips found her hip, kissing her skin.
 
She tasted like jasmine and salt, like the oil she'd smoothed into her body hours ago.
 
He pressed his tongue to her hip bone, felt her shiver, heard the sharp intake of her breath.
 
"Rohan, "
 
"Tell me what you want."
 
"I want you to feel me.
 
Everywhere."
 
His hands moved up her body, finding her breasts through the silk.
 
He squeezed them gently, feeling their weight, their warmth, the way they yielded beneath his palms.
 
Her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric, and when he rolled them between his fingers, she moaned.
 
The sound was raw, unguarded, and it ignited something in him.
 
"I want more," he said, his voice thick with need.
 
"I want to taste more of you."
 
"Then catch me again."
 
She slipped away, and he was alone in the kitchen, surrounded by her scent, his hands still burning with the memory of her skin.