As Robert leaned in to press his lips against Maria's navel, he abruptly paused, realizing the intensity of his desire. His body reacted with a surge of heat, but his mind warred with the wrongness of the act. Yet, the temptation was overwhelming he wanted to taste her, to claim her with his mouth.
Deciding to mask his intentions, Robert pretended to be lost in a dream, drifting closer to Maria in their shared bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him, his breaths deep and uneven against her skin. Maria stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she saw him clinging to her. Thinking he was asleep, she smiled faintly, patting his head tenderly before drifting back into slumber.
Emboldened by her response, Robert carefully slipped his hand beneath her saree, ever so slowly, until her bare skin met his fingertips. His heart pounded as he exposed her navel, the smooth expanse of her belly inviting his touch. He lowered his mouth, hovering just above her skin, before gently blowing warm air against her belly button. A shiver ran through Maria, her lips parting in unspoken desire as she bit down softly. She rolled onto her side, away from him, and Robert held his breath, aching to follow.
Unable to resist, he traced his fingers over her belly button, teasing the sensitive flesh before letting his fingertips dip into the shallow valley. A jolt of heat shot through Maria, but the sensation was too fleeting as she rolled over once more, slipping out of reach. Frustration pulsed through Robert, but he knew this charade wouldn't last forever.
Just as he contemplated pressing further, dawn broke, casting soft light across their room. Maria's soft snores whispered between them, but soon enough, reality would demand their attention. She nudged him awake with a kiss on his forehead before guiding him back to his pillow, whispering for him to rest.
Robert feigned sleep, his mind racing with possibilities.
Later, as Maria exited the bathroom, her damp figure wrapped in a Blackwell bikini, Robert couldn't tear his gaze away. The sight of her curves, barely concealed by the thin fabric, ignited a hunger in him. His mouth went dry as he imagined what lay beneath—soft, tender, begging to be worshipped.
"I need to take a quick bath," robert said, stepping past her, unaware of the storm raging inside him.
Robert clenched his fists , he promised himself soon he would have her,taste her, suckle her, claim her as his own.