He hoarsely said. His hand finally let go of my hand and his both hands were free and the ravishing look he gave me made my heart skip a beat as It evoked l**t in me too. His hands were stroking me affectionately, arousing me more and more.
The gentleness of his touch, the elation of it, the seduction, everything is celestial. He was proceeding slowly so that I could embrace the new sensation and crave it deeply into my soul.
The allure for him is getting stronger by each passing second. His fragrance filled my nostrils giving me tranquility.
Slowly my body began to burn for his touch, every inch of my body began to hanker him. I am thirsty for him. The longing is getting out of hand. And not just me, he is also becoming impatient, but still he is controlling himself and taking things
