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A Dirty Obsession - Part 2

Ravi's hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my back arching into his touch. He leaned in closer, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was both urgent and tender. His lips were rough, unpracticed in the art of seduction, yet they held a raw passion that I found utterly intoxicating. His other hand slid down my waist to my hip, his grip firm as he guided me onto the bed, his bulk looming over me, a mountain of strength and need.

My hands trembled as I reached up to explore his body, the softness of his chest hair brushing against my fingertips as I unbuttoned his shirt. His belly was warm and soft, the muscles beneath a testament to the hard work he put into his day. He moaned into my neck as I traced my nails over his skin, the sensation of my touch sending shivers down his spine. His hand slid up my thigh, finding the dampness that had gathered at the apex, his roughness a stark contrast to the silk of my skin.

His mouth traveled down my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone before moving to the swell of my breasts. He took my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as he sucked, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I squirmed beneath him, my body begging for more, the desire I'd kept hidden for so long now a living, breathing entity demanding to be satiated.

With a swift move, Ravi pulled off my skirt, his rough hands sliding up my thighs, feeling the smoothness of my skin. I was acutely aware of every inch of him, the weight of his body, the heat of his skin, the coarseness of his beard against my neck. He reached down, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties before tearing them away. His touch was firm and sure, a stark contrast to the gentle strokes of my husband's hands.

I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as he took in the sight of me, his eyes dark with lust. His hand found my wetness, his thumb circling my clit as his fingers dipped inside me, exploring my depths with a confidence that was both thrilling and terrifying. His other hand cupped my ass, pulling me closer to him, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered dirty words in his native tongue. I didn't understand the words, but the tone, the need, the urgency—it was a language my body recognized.

My hips bucked against his hand, my body responding instinctively to his touch. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations as Ravi brought me closer to the edge. The mattress beneath us was old and squeaky, the springs protesting under the weight of our passion. It was a stark reminder of where we were, but in that moment, I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of his hands on my body, the sound of his breath in my ear, the taste of him on my lips.

He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. His hand moved faster, his fingers plunging deeper, as if trying to claim every part of me. My moans grew louder, muffled by his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing more of him. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that was left was the pounding of my heart and the sound of our bodies colliding.

Ravi stood, his pants now a forgotten barrier between us. He pulled them down, revealing his thick, erect cock. The sight of it made me gasp, my own desires reflecting in his eyes. He leaned over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hand guiding himself to my entrance. I was wet and ready for him, the anticipation making me shake with need. He pushed inside me, his girth stretching me in a way I hadn't felt in years. The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure, a reminder that I was alive, that I was desired.

Our rhythm grew steadier as he claimed me, his hips moving in a steady, powerful beat. His sweat-slicked body slid against mine, his grunts of effort a symphony of passion that I never knew I needed to hear. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, my heels digging into his muscular back. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the small room, a primal music that drowned out the world.

My fingernails raked his back, leaving red trails of desire that stood out against his tanned skin. His skin was salty with sweat, the scent of his arousal mixing with the musky aroma of his labor. The friction between us grew more intense, and I could feel the pressure building, a storm brewing in the pit of my stomach. His eyes never left mine, the connection between us palpable as he moved inside me.

Our bodies became one, a dance of passion fueled by the heat of our desires. His sweat dripped onto my chest, mingling with mine, creating a slick sheen that only heightened the intensity of our encounter. The smell of him—that intoxicating blend of earthiness and masculine power—filled my nose, making me dizzy with want. The scent was primal, a heady cocktail that spoke of his strength and the life he'd lived, so different from my own sheltered existence.

With a guttural groan, Ravi quickened his pace, his thick cock pounding into me with a fervor that was almost violent in its intensity. The friction was exquisite, each stroke pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes bore into mine, and in that moment, I saw not just a man claiming what he wanted, but a soul connecting with another on a level that transcended words. The walls of the apartment seemed to close in around us, the air thick with the electricity of our shared need.

As the crescendo of our passion grew, I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, my legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. His movements grew more erratic, his breath coming in ragged pants, and I knew he was close. The muscles in his arms tensed, his body quivering as he fought to maintain control. But the beast within him was too powerful to be restrained, and with a final, primal roar, he released himself inside me, his hot cum filling me up, marking me as his own.

My own orgasm hit me like a wave, my body arching off the bed as I screamed his name. The sensation of his warmth spilling into me was overwhelming, a feeling of completeness that I hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. We remained entwined for a moment, our hearts hammering in unison, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through us both. The world outside the room was forgotten, and all that existed was the two of us, bound together by this carnally beautiful act.

As the intensity of our climax subsided, Ravi's weight grew heavier, his breaths hot and uneven against my neck. He pulled out, a sticky mess between us, and collapsed beside me, his hand resting on my stomach. The silence that followed was awkward, the air thick with the scent of our union. I felt exposed, my body still quivering from the intensity of the experience.

The realization of what had just happened washed over me in waves. His cum, sticky and warm, began to trickle down my thighs, a testament to the unbridled passion we had shared. It was a stark reminder of the carnality of our encounter, the raw, unfiltered desire that had led us to this moment. I glanced over at him, his chest rising and falling in the dim light, the beads of sweat glistening on his skin.

Ravi turned to me, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he reached over to wipe the beads of sweat from my brow. "You okay, Miss?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. I nodded, still lost in the aftermath of our union. He sat up, his hand tracing the path his seed had taken, his eyes never leaving mine as he took in the sight of my body, now marked by him.

I sat up, my legs shaky, the stickiness between them a stark reminder of our encounter. Ravi handed me a towel, his gaze lingering on my breasts as they swayed with the movement. I took it, self-consciously covering myself as I tried to find the words to explain what had just happened.

"I—I don't usually do this," I stuttered, my cheeks flaming.

Ravi chuckled, his eyes warm with understanding. "It's okay, Miss. Sometimes we need what we need." He leaned in, his rough hands cupping my face. "You liked it, didn't you?"

I couldn't lie. The truth was, I had liked it more than I cared to admit. The way he'd taken me, the raw power in his touch—it was a side of myself I didn't know existed. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. His smile grew, a smug satisfaction in his expression that only served to turn me on further.

Rising to my feet, I stepped over the detritus of our passion, the floor sticky with the evidence of our encounter. I searched for my clothes, feeling the eyes of his roommates on me as they tried to be discreet, their own curiosity piqued by the sounds that had filled their cramped quarters. Ravi watched me, his gaze a mix of lust and something else—pride, perhaps?

"I had to go," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. The words hung in the air, a feeble attempt to break the spell that had been cast over me. The reality of my life—my husband, my job, my home—was knocking at the door, demanding my attention. I felt a pang of guilt, but it was dwarfed by the thrill that still coursed through my veins.

Ravi nodded, his smile understanding. He stood up, his naked body still powerful and commanding, even in the aftermath of our passion. He handed me my clothes, his gaze lingering on my body as I hastily dressed. The fabric felt foreign against my skin, a barrier to the connection we'd just shared.

As I bent down to put on my panties, he reached out, his hand hovering over the delicate lace. "May I keep these?" he asked, his voice thick with a need that I found impossible to resist. My eyes met his, and for a moment, I considered the implications of my actions. But the desire that still pulsed through me was stronger. I nodded, watching as he carefully folded the damp fabric and tucked it into his pocket.

Ravi's eyes gleamed with a mix of victory and something else—possession, perhaps? The thought sent a thrill through me, my body responding to his claim. He held out his hand, helping me to my feet, and I stepped into my skirt, his touch lingering on my bare skin. The fabric of my clothes felt cold and lifeless after the heat of his body, a stark contrast to the fire that still raged within me.

He watched as I slipped on my blouse, his eyes lingering on the red marks his beard had left on my neck. I felt his gaze on me, a silent promise of more to come.

"Thank you for the… tea," I said lamely, trying to find some semblance of normalcy. Ravi chuckled, the sound deep and rich.

"Anytime, Miss."

With a final nod, I stepped out of his apartment, the door closing with a soft click that seemed to echo through the hallway. My legs felt like jelly as I made my way back upstairs, my mind racing with the memories of Ravi's touch. The cool air of the corridor was a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered on my skin, a reminder of the fire we'd kindled in his room.

Once inside my own flat, I kicked off my shoes and practically sprinted to the shower, the need to cleanse myself of his scent both a comfort and a torment. The water washed over me, cold at first, then hot, as I tried to wash away the evidence of our encounter. The scent of his sweat, the feel of his cum on my thighs, the marks his beard had left—it was all still there, a ghostly imprint of what we'd done.

Will there be a next time? ...floated in my mind

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