23-06-2025, 05:27 PM
He felt the warmth of her legs, the pressure of her body just a breath away from his.
Then, without warning, she leaned forward, pressing herself fully against his back.
Her chest against his spine, her breath on his neck.
Her arms moved around him, pulling him closer, guiding his arms behind him.
Her touch was firm, but not rough. Just enough to coax him into place.
His heart raced as her body molded to his.
He could feel her warmth, the rise and fall of her breath against his back.
He could feel the soft press of her breasts against his skin, her legs brushing against his.
His own breathing quickened, but he fought to keep it steady, focusing on the sensation of her touch.
“Relax,” she murmured, her lips close to his ear, “Feel the connection between us.”
Her hands moved, guiding his arms further back, crossing over his chest,
her fingertips grazing the muscles along his ribcage.
He shuddered slightly at the feel of her touch.
Her body was so close, the soft heat of her pressing against him, and yet there was a tension between them, a charge that neither of them was willing to break just yet.
“Breathe with me,” she whispered, guiding him to inhale deeply, his chest expanding under her touch.
She mirrored his breath, her chest brushing against his back, the rhythm slow, intimate.
Their breathing was the only sound in the room, the only thing connecting them.
He tried to focus, to follow her instructions, but his mind was drifting
Caught between the physical closeness of her body and the intimacy of their shared breath.
He could feel the warmth of her hands as they slid down his arms
Her fingers brushing the back of his hands.
Her touch lingered
Deliberate,
Soft but firm.
She wasn’t just guiding him into the pose.
She was guiding him into a place where words weren’t needed, where the space between them could be filled with nothing but touch.
“You feel it?” she asked softly, her lips grazing his ear. “The way our bodies are aligned? The way you trust me?”
Abhi’s heart raced.
He did feel it.
The connection was undeniable.
The way their bodies moved together
The way her breath mingled with his
It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
His mind was swimming, the tension in his body building,
But he couldn’t
Didn’t
Want to break away.
Not yet.
---
Then, without warning, she leaned forward, pressing herself fully against his back.
Her chest against his spine, her breath on his neck.
Her arms moved around him, pulling him closer, guiding his arms behind him.
Her touch was firm, but not rough. Just enough to coax him into place.
His heart raced as her body molded to his.
He could feel her warmth, the rise and fall of her breath against his back.
He could feel the soft press of her breasts against his skin, her legs brushing against his.
His own breathing quickened, but he fought to keep it steady, focusing on the sensation of her touch.
“Relax,” she murmured, her lips close to his ear, “Feel the connection between us.”
Her hands moved, guiding his arms further back, crossing over his chest,
her fingertips grazing the muscles along his ribcage.
He shuddered slightly at the feel of her touch.
Her body was so close, the soft heat of her pressing against him, and yet there was a tension between them, a charge that neither of them was willing to break just yet.
“Breathe with me,” she whispered, guiding him to inhale deeply, his chest expanding under her touch.
She mirrored his breath, her chest brushing against his back, the rhythm slow, intimate.
Their breathing was the only sound in the room, the only thing connecting them.
He tried to focus, to follow her instructions, but his mind was drifting
Caught between the physical closeness of her body and the intimacy of their shared breath.
He could feel the warmth of her hands as they slid down his arms
Her fingers brushing the back of his hands.
Her touch lingered
Deliberate,
Soft but firm.
She wasn’t just guiding him into the pose.
She was guiding him into a place where words weren’t needed, where the space between them could be filled with nothing but touch.
“You feel it?” she asked softly, her lips grazing his ear. “The way our bodies are aligned? The way you trust me?”
Abhi’s heart raced.
He did feel it.
The connection was undeniable.
The way their bodies moved together
The way her breath mingled with his
It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
His mind was swimming, the tension in his body building,
But he couldn’t
Didn’t
Want to break away.
Not yet.
---
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