Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

How could he describe her? Beautiful was too small, too inadequate.

"You're the most incredible thing I've ever seen. I still cannot believe all of this is mine. And I can do anything with you"

A slow, shy smile spread across her face, transforming it.

It was the first time he had seen her smile like this, without the teasing, confident mask she had worn in the dark.

This smile was genuine, a little hesitant, and utterly breathtaking.

"You're not so bad yourself, you know. And yes, you I am all yours Rohan. You can do anything with all this beauty."

He looked down at himself, at his own body.

He saw the defined muscles of his chest and stomach, now sheened with sweat.

He saw his own cock, soft and glistening with their combined fluids, resting against his thigh.

He had always been comfortable in his own skin, but under her gaze, he felt a new self-awareness, a prickle of self-consciousness mixed with a surge of masculine pride.

She leaned down, her hair falling around his face, and kissed him.

It was a different kind of kiss than the ones they had shared in the dark.

Those had been hungry, desperate, almost violent in their intensity.

This one was soft, tender, exploring.

Her lips were soft and full, her tongue a gentle probe that met his, danced with it, retreated.

It was a kiss of discovery, of confirmation.

When she pulled back, her eyes were shining.

"Now you know," she whispered.

"Now I know," he repeated, his voice husky.

She settled back beside him, but not to rest.

Her hand began to move, a slow, deliberate exploration of his chest.

Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, followed the trail of hair that led down from his navel.

It was a possessive gesture, a silent claiming.

He watched her hand, watched the way her fingers caressed his skin, and he felt the familiar stirrings of arousal begin again, a slow, deep ache in his groin.

Her touch was knowing, confident.