02-07-2025, 07:49 PM
But with a focus so quiet it felt louder than sound.
His fingertips brushed the soft dip of her waist
Right along the line where her sports bra ended and her micro shorts began.
He didn’t grope, didn’t claim.
He just let his fingers trace the slope of her hipbone
Then slip just barely underneath the elastic edge of her shorts.
Just enough.
Her breath hitched.
But she didn’t stop him.
In fact, she shifted.
Subtly, intentionally
Allowing her lower back to press more deeply into him
Guiding his palm a little further around the curve of her waist
Where his touch burned hot against her skin.
He leaned in now
Just slightly
Letting his lips hover close to her exposed shoulder.
That one bare shoulder had tempted him from the first moment she turned away.
He lowered his mouth to it, gently, reverently,
His lips brushing the delicate skin in a kiss that wasn’t rushed but deep, long, warm.
Her head fell slightly back onto his chest, neck arching as if she needed more air
Or maybe just more of him.
“Abhi…” she whispered.
It wasn’t protest.
It was breath and permission tangled into one word.
He kissed her again, higher this time
Right at the crook where her neck met shoulder.
His lips lingered.
Pressed.
His fingertips brushed the soft dip of her waist
Right along the line where her sports bra ended and her micro shorts began.
He didn’t grope, didn’t claim.
He just let his fingers trace the slope of her hipbone
Then slip just barely underneath the elastic edge of her shorts.
Just enough.
Her breath hitched.
But she didn’t stop him.
In fact, she shifted.
Subtly, intentionally
Allowing her lower back to press more deeply into him
Guiding his palm a little further around the curve of her waist
Where his touch burned hot against her skin.
He leaned in now
Just slightly
Letting his lips hover close to her exposed shoulder.
That one bare shoulder had tempted him from the first moment she turned away.
He lowered his mouth to it, gently, reverently,
His lips brushing the delicate skin in a kiss that wasn’t rushed but deep, long, warm.
Her head fell slightly back onto his chest, neck arching as if she needed more air
Or maybe just more of him.
“Abhi…” she whispered.
It wasn’t protest.
It was breath and permission tangled into one word.
He kissed her again, higher this time
Right at the crook where her neck met shoulder.
His lips lingered.
Pressed.