Rohit gently helped her up from the floor and guided her back to the bed.
The faint moonlight still painted soft silver lines across her bare skin as he laid her down against the sheets. She looked up at him, breathing unevenly, eyes dark with need.
He climbed over her and settled between her thighs.
For a moment his gaze moved over her body — the full curves of her breasts, the soft dip of her waist, the generous flare of her hips. Everything about her looked perfect in the dim light.
A quiet thought flickered through his mind. 'What a complete moron her husband was… Anyway, one man's loss is my gain tonight.'
He guided the head of his cock to her entrance.
The thick tip pressed against her slick, swollen folds, already wet and warm.
Slowly, he pushed forward.
Her heat enveloped him at once — tight, silky, and dripping.
Inch by careful inch he sank into her, feeling her walls stretch and flutter around him.
Sheetal's breath hitched.
"Aah… Rohit…"
