Ravenna’s hand slides between our bodies and presses to my painfully hard c**k. I might condition my mind to resist her, but my body never will. Every time she’s near, my d**k yearns to possess her. I pull her closer to me and inhale again.
“Is there an antidote for this?” I ask as I slide my palms down the front of her thighs and then up, pulling the silky fabric to her waist.
“For what?”
“You, Ravi.”
A small moan leaves her lips when I pull her lace thong to the side and cup her p***y in my palm. Drenched. I caress her folds, sliding my finger inside her warmth, then pull out my hand and bring it to my mouth and nose.
“Everything about you smells like f*****g ambrosia.” I lick my fingers.
The instant I taste her on my lips, the last of my self-restraint vanishes. I need to ha
