Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Unraveling Layers

With Riya’s heart racing beneath him, Shankar felt an overwhelming rush of desire as he slowly unbuttoned her blue shirt, each button giving way to reveal more of her skin beneath. His lips continued their descent along her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone, where he paused to taste the softness of her skin.


As the last button popped free, he pushed the fabric aside, exposing the smooth expanse of her chest. The sight took his breath away—her fair skin seemed to glow in the room's soft light, and he couldn’t help but admire her beauty, the gentle curves of her body that he had only dreamed of exploring for the last two years.


“Riya, you’re stunning,” he breathed, his voice thick with admiration. His gaze roamed over her, taking in the graceful lines of her shoulders and the gentle rise of her breasts, partially concealed by her delicate lace bra. The sight sent a rush of heat through him, igniting a fire between his thighs. He can sense his arousal becoming hard.


Shankar leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her collarbone as he continued his exploration. He placed soft, lingering kisses along her chest, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch—every shiver, every moan fueling his desire to worship her.


His fingers danced along the edges of her lace bra, tracing the intricate patterns as he admired how they accentuated her curves.
 

“Can I?” he asked, his voice a low whisper. He looked into her eyes with a mixture of longing and curiosity. His hands itched to continue to feel her body curves.


Riya nodded, her breath quickening as she felt the weight of his gaze upon her. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with anticipation.


Shankar carefully unclasped her bra. He watched as the fabric fell away, revealing her breasts fully to his gaze. They were perfect—soft, supple, and crowned with delicate pink nipples that hardened under his intense scrutiny or fear.


Riya felt the thrill of exposure and the sheer intimacy of the moment. Shankar’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him, and a mixture of desire and admiration swelled within him.


“You’re breathtaking,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as he leaned closer, kissing a trail from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. His lips enveloped one of her nipples, sucking gently as his other hand explored the soft skin of her thigh, inching ever closer to the apex of her femininity.


The sensations overwhelmed Riya, and she gasped, her back arching as she surrendered to the pleasure. “Shankar,” she breathed, the sound filled with excitement.


Shankar took his time, lavishing attention on her, kissing and teasing her, exploring every inch of her softness with the utmost care. He wanted to remember every detail—the way her body responded to his touch, the sound of her breath hitching, the way she melted into him.


“Riya, I could stay like this forever,” he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and inviting. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”


Riya could feel his raw desire as he pulled away to gaze into her eyes. This action ignited a fire within her, creating a sensation between her most intimate junction.


Just as Shankar was about to deepen their feeling further, the shrill ringing of Riya’s phone sliced through the charged atmosphere. Startled, both froze, their hearts racing as reality rushed back in. Riya's friend’s name flashed across the screen, and she felt a rush of panic surge.


“Shankar, my friend!” Riya exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency. She quickly scrambled to grab her phone from the side table, trying to mask the breathless excitement from their intimate moment.


“Don’t answer it,” Shankar whispered, a hint of frustration in his voice, as he tried to pull her back into their moment. But the persistent ringing made it impossible for Riya to ignore.


With a reluctant sigh, she swiped to answer, her heart still racing from their earlier activities. “Hello?” she spoke, her voice slightly breathless as she tried to regain her composure.


“Hey Riya! Where are you? We’re all at the café waiting for you!” her friend chirped. “You said you’d join us!”


Riya’s mind raced, torn between the moment's thrill with Shankar and her loyalty to her friends.


“Uh, I got caught up in something… I’ll be there soon!” she replied, forcing a smile. She could feel Shankar’s eyes on her, the heat of his gaze reigniting the fire of their earlier intimacy, but she also needed to meet her friends.


As she ended the call, Riya turned back to Shankar, her heart heavy with the decision she had to make. “I have to go, Shankar,” she said, her voice softer now. “They’re waiting for me.”


Shankar's expression shifted, disappointment clouding his features. “You don’t have to go, Riya,” he replied, “We were just getting started.”


“I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, guilt washing over her. “But I can’t just leave them hanging. They’ll worry.” She bit her lip, torn between her responsibilities and her electric connection with him.


In a last attempt to hold onto the moment, Shankar pulled her close, cupping her face in his hands. “Just one more moment, please,” he pleaded, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss, pouring all his feelings into that moment. Riya melted into the kiss, her heart racing as she felt the urgency in his touch.


She pulled away, breathless, her heart pounding from the kiss and the weight of what she had to leave behind. “I’ll be back soon, I promise,” she whispered, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath his shirt.


Shankar sighed, reluctantly releasing her. “Alright,” he said, his voice heavy with unfulfilled desire. “But promise me you’ll come back.”


“I promise,” Riya said, her heart aching as she approached the door, casting one last longing glance back at him.