Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

Rohan memorized her by touch alone, the way her breath caught when he touched her ribs, the way she moaned when his fingers found the inside of her thigh.
 
"I want to make love to you," he whispered.
 
"I want to feel all of you."
 
"I want that too."
 
"Are you sure?"
 
"I've never been more sure of anything."
 
He lowered her to the bed, his body covering hers.
 
Skin against skin.
 
Heart against heart.
 
And in the perfect darkness, with nothing but touch and taste and breath between them, he began to learn her all over again.
 
 
 
The First Union
 

His hands trembled slightly as they roamed her body, mapping her curves in the absolute darkness.
 
He could feel her heart beating against his palm when he pressed it to her chest, a rapid, wild rhythm that matched his own.
 
"I've never done this before," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
 
"Not like this. Not in complete darkness."
 
"Then let me be your eyes," she replied, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
 
"Let me guide you."
 
She took his hands, moving them to her breasts again.
 
"Feel how my nipples harden at your touch.
 
Feel how my breath catches when you squeeze them gently."
 
He complied, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.
 
She gasped, her body arching into his touch.
 
"Like that," she breathed.
 
"Just like that."
 
His hands moved lower, exploring the soft curve of her stomach.
 
He could feel the muscles fluttering beneath his touch, her body responding to his exploration even in the darkness.
 
"I want to taste you," he said suddenly, his voice thick with desire.
 
"Not yet," she replied, her hands moving to his chest.
 
"First, I want to feel you."
 
She pushed him gently until he was lying on his back, her body hovering above his.