Adultery The Language of Her Heart

[yazhiniram]

His lips were still there.

Wrapped gently.

Around the second rasgulla.

My left breast.

Still full.

Still tight.

His mouth moved slow.

Lips soft.

Tongue even softer.

Just circling.

Tasting.


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My breath didn’t stay still.

Couldn’t.

I kept inhaling sharp.

Exhaling slow.

Then forgetting to breathe at all.

Because each lick…

each gentle suck…

each warm press…

sent some kind of fire down my spine.


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My hips moved once.

Without thinking.

Just a small shift.

A drag.

And that made his cock press up again — from below.

Still inside pants.

But hard.

So hard.

I felt it like a rod under my ass.

Hot.

Thick.

Still.


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And my cunt…

Was still dripping.

Wetness spread.

Innerwear sticking.

Every small motion made it worse.


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His hand never left my other side.

Right breast.

He held it like fruit.

Not squeezing.

Just kneading.

Rolling.

Checking.

Soft.

Full.


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His thumb stroked over the top.

Slow curve.

Then around the areola.

A circle.

Then again.

He was working like he knew how.

Like he learned on someone before.

Or maybe just on me.

By instinct.


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My lips stayed parted.

No sound now.

Just air.

Hot air.

Coming out soft through nose.

Through mouth.


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My body had stopped arguing.

No more warnings.

No more checking curtain.

Only heat.

Only rhythm.


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Then…

I felt it.

His forehead.

It tilted.

Lifted.

I felt tiny lashes on my chest.

And I knew.

His eyes were trying to open.


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“Ayyyo—anna!”

I whispered sharp.

Hand going to his head.

Fingers gripping hair.

“What you’re doing!”


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He paused.

Didn’t jump.

Didn’t act scared.

He smiled.

Right there.

Lips still touching skin.

“I didn’t open fully.”


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“I saw,” I said. “Don’t lie.”

“Only little.”

“No little or big,” I scolded. “If you open… over.”


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He sighed.

“I just wanted to look at the sweet.”

“This is not sweet stall.”

“You’re giving me to taste,” he said. “How to eat with eyes closed?”

“You said you’ll close.”

“I did.”


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I pulled back slightly.

Sat straighter.

Blouse loose.

Both breasts bare.

My chest rising and falling fast.

The pallu still pooled in my lap.

Like decoration.

Not covering anything.


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“I gave you taste,” I said. “You asked. I gave.”

“You gave both.”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t let me look.”

“Looking not allowed.”

“Why?”


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I didn’t answer.

Because I didn’t know.

Maybe shame.

Maybe fear.

Maybe because this… was too much already.

Too real.


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I turned again.

Quick glance.

Curtain.

Still there.

Glass door.

Still closed.

Radhika akka…

Still on call.

Soft voice.

Something about cousin.

Still safe.

For now.


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I turned back.

He was smiling again.

Eyes closed.

Mouth wet.

Both hands touching me now.

One breast in his hand.

The other just kissed.


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“You opened,” I said.

“Just half.”

“No half.”

“No full also.”

“Next time you open, I’ll go.”

“You won’t go.”

“I will.”

“Even now?”


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I paused.

He knew.

He always knew.

“You’re enjoying,” he whispered.

“No.”

“Your mouth says no…”

He rubbed my nipple slowly with his thumb.

“…but your breast says yes.”


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I bit my lip.

Didn’t answer.

Because I was.

Enjoying.

Melting.


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“You’re not asking anymore,” I said quietly.

“Then I’ll ask again.”

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll say no.”

“Then say yes.”

“Not now.”


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His hand didn’t stop.

He smiled.

“I just want to see what I’m tasting.”

“No.”

“Not even one look?”

“No.”

“One second?”

“No.”

“Please…”


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“Raj anna,” I whispered.

Soft.

Serious.

“This much is already too much.”


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He nodded.

Once.

Slow.

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Keep eyes closed.”

“I will.”


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But his hand…

It started again.

Moving.

Across my right breast.

The one he already tasted.

Now being massaged.

Again.

Proper.


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Palm full.

Thumb firm.

Circles.

Lift.

Press.

Slow.

Like kneading rotti.

Even pressure.

Again and again.


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My lips parted.

Breath came.

His hand never stopped.

His cock still pulsed.

Below me.

Hard.

Heavy.

Patient.


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And I…

I didn’t stop him.

I didn’t push.

I didn’t pull back.

Because I didn’t want to.

Not now.

Not yet.


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I felt it.

That shift.

The softest movement.

His mouth was still warm.

Still sucking gently.


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But his head moved slightly.

Only a little.

Just enough for his lashes to brush softly over my skin.

I felt that flutter.

Like two feathers tickling just under my nipple.


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Then…

That pause.

That still moment.

The way his lips slowed.

The breath on my breast.


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I knew.

He was opening.

His eyes.

Opening.

Looking.


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“Anna,” I whispered fast.

Voice already shaking.

But he didn’t answer.

Didn’t move.

Just breathed softly.


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“Hey…” I said again, sharper now.

My hand slid behind his head.

Fingers digging into his hair.

“I said no…”

Still no answer.


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Then finally…

His voice.

Soft.

Slow.

Lips brushing my skin.


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“Too late…”

My breath caught.

“What?” I asked.

He said again, calm.

“I already opened.”


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I gasped.

My back stiffened.

Spine straight.

Face hot.

Blush rising sharp.


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“You said you won’t,” I whispered.

Half shocked.

Half trembling.

He smiled again.

Soft smile.


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“I know.”

He said quietly.

“I tried to control.”

“My eyes cheated me.”

“They broke the promise.”


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I sat frozen.

Just sat.

My whole body still.

But inside…

My heart was banging like a drum.


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Chest fully open.

Both breasts bare.

Blouse almost falling off.

Only one hook at the top was holding like some old clip.

My bra pushed up.


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Like cloth stuffed under my chin.

My pallu lying in my lap.

Like soft black napkin.

Not covering anything.

Not hiding anything.


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And now…

He was looking.

Not just tasting.

Looking.

Fully.


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His mouth still near my breast.

His hand still holding the other.

And his eyes…

Looking.

Straight.


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Not at my face.

At my chest.

At both.

Wide.

Soft.


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No wildness.

No shame.

Just full.

Like filling a vessel.

Like seeing something he already knew.


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I bent my face down.

Couldn’t see him.

My cheek hot.

Hotter than before.

Heart inside me was running.


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“You… you promised…”

I whispered that.

Very low.

Like a small child scolding.

“You said you won’t look…”


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He nodded slowly.

“I know.”

“You broke it.”

“My eyes broke it.”

“You said no looking…”


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“I couldn’t help,” he said.

“One look came.”

“Only one?”

“Now maybe two.”


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“Anna…” I said.

Trying to sound angry.

But my voice wasn’t strong.

It came out soft.

Like a pout.


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“You look too beautiful,” he whispered.

“I couldn’t eat with eyes closed.”

Still his hands never moved.

Still his eyes just stayed.

Still on me.


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“Still—” I tried to say.

He cut softly.

“I controlled. I tried.”

“My eyes went out of control.”

“They are not closing again.”


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I looked down.

Slowly.

At him.

At where he was looking.

At me.


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At both breasts.

His hand holding the right one.

His mouth still near the left one.

His lips wet.

His eyes open.


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He was looking.

Softly.

Calmly.

Full of… something.

Not greed.

Not shame.


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Just… looking.

Proper.

Present.

Like he earned it.

Like he belonged.


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My hand moved suddenly.

Instinct.

I reached to pull the blouse.

Up.

To cover.


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He caught my wrist.

Gently.

“Don’t hide,” he whispered.

“You’re seeing everything,” I said.

Shy.

Blushing again.


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“I want to see,” he said.

“These are my desserts.”

“Let me see them.”

“You’re becoming very bad, anna.”

He smiled.


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“Not me,” he said.

“My eyes.”

“Then stop looking.”

“I can control hands.”

“But eyes… no control now.”


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I turned away.

Biting my lip.

Face red.

Chest open.

Heart too fast.


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He leaned forward again.

I felt it.

That warmth.

That mouth.

Coming again.


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This time…

He didn’t close eyes.

He licked.

Slow.

Full.


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Tongue flat.

Dragging up and down.

From under the breast to the tip.

Then back again.

His eyes watching it all.


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Watching the nipple.

Watching how it reacted.

Watching my skin.

Watching me.


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His lips circled again.

Slowly.

Then teeth.

Not biting.

Just grazing.


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And that…

That made my body melt again.

A wave.

From chest.

To down.


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I turned quickly.

To the curtain.

My safe place.

My panic place.

Still moving.


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Akka’s voice again.

Soft.

Still outside.

Still talking.

Still seated.


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My chest tensed.

I pulled pallu up halfway.

Just to cover.

Raj looked up.

Stopped.


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“Wait.”

“What?”

“Don’t cover.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know,” he said.


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“I’m seeing.”

“You’re seeing too much.”

“You’re turning your face to her side.”

“So?”

“That’s why you’re scared.”


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I blinked.

“What you mean?”

He leaned back slightly.

Hands resting on my waist now.

Holding me steady.


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“You’re facing that side,” he said.

“Balcony side.”

“You keep looking.”

“I have to check.”

“I know.”


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“But I know when she’ll come.”

“You don’t have to check again and again.”

“If she opens, I’ll leave you before.”

“You won’t know.”

“I will know.”


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He looked again.

At the curtain.

Then back at me.

His eyes changed.

Something clicked.


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Like a thought.

Like a plan.

Like a small idea building.

He sat straighter.

Still holding me.


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He smiled a little.

Not teasing.

Not wild.

Just slow.

Warm.


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“Pavi…”

He said my name slowly.

Like tasting that word too.

I blinked.

Heart jumped.


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“Hmm?”

“What happened?”

He looked at me.

That same look.

That look before he asked something big.


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And then…

He opened his mouth.

One new idea.

One new thing to ask.

And I was already melting.


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My skin was warm.

My heart beating fast.

His breath was soft on my chest.

His hand was resting behind me.

His other hand moved slowly.


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He didn’t grab.

Didn’t pull.

Just moved.

Softly.

Carefully.


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One hand slipped below.

Under my thigh.

The inner part.

Where skin was softest.

He stopped there.


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His other hand…

It came behind me.

Not rough.

Just near the middle of my back.

A soft curve of his palm.


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I froze.

“Anna… what now?” I whispered.

My back straightened.

Legs tensed.

Mouth stayed open.


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“Shhh,” he said.

Voice low.

Gentle.

“Relax.”

His breath brushed my collar.


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My body didn’t relax.

But it paused.

Waiting.

Watching.

Thinking.


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“Raj anna… what you’re doing…” I asked again.

Soft.

Unsure.

“I’m helping you,” he said.

“You’re not relaxed.”


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“You’re scared she’ll come.”

I didn’t reply.

Because it was true.

Fully true.

He was reading me like book.


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“You’re watching balcony too much.”

He said that.

Looking into my face.

“You haven’t looked at me.”

I blinked.


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“Of course I’m watching there,” I whispered.

“She’s right there only…”

“You’re not looking here,” he said again.

“You’re only looking there.”

My head dropped.


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My cheek felt hot.

My body still stiff.

His hand under my thigh moved again.

Just to hold.

Not to press.


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Then —

Without warning —

He lifted.

Just one move.

One second.


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“Anna!” I gasped.

“Ayyo — no, no —”

But I was already in the air.

His arms strong.

Lifting like I was pillow.


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My stomach dropped.

Just for one second.

Then…

I landed.

Back on him.


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Still on his lap.

Still in his arms.

But now…

Not sideways.

Not twisted.


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Straight.

Facing him.

My thighs over his thighs.

My knees bent, falling wide.

Like half-kneeling.


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My breath stopped fully.

My hands pressed on his shoulders.

Saree already loose.

Now it fell more.

My knees were showing.


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My thighs sat flat on his legs.

Body tilted slightly forward.

Back curved.

Chest lifted.

Face down.


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And his hands?

One was still behind me.

Lower back.

Steady.

Other on my waist.


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Just holding.

Not pulling.

Thumb brushing slow circles.

Small, warm movements.

Comforting.


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His face?

Still.

Not leaning.

Not smiling.

Just watching.


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He didn’t laugh.

Didn’t tease.

Didn’t say “see how you look.”

He just looked.

With those steady eyes.


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“Anna…” I whispered.

Breath shaking again.

“What you’ve done…”

“Now you won’t worry,” he said.

Voice soft.


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“What?”

“You don’t have to see her every five seconds.”

“I’ll still worry—”

“I’ll alert you,” he said.

“We have time.”


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“You’re facing me now.”

That made me pause.

Really pause.

Because it was true.

I turned in my head.


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And realised.

I couldn’t see the balcony.

Not anymore.

It was behind me now.

Fully behind.


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Not even a glimpse.

No curtain.

No glass.

Just me.

And him.


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And that hit me.

Deep.

I wasn’t just exposed now.

I was offered.

Presented.


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My whole chest in front of him.

Face to face.

He could see everything.

Not from side.

Not from above.


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But full.

Front.

Direct.

I dropped my eyes.

Fast.


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My blouse was still open.

The single hook at the top barely holding.

The cloth was slipping.

Falling off both shoulders.


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My bra still folded.

Sitting like black border.

No support.

No cover.

My chest… fully open.


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Both breasts bare.

Both nipples tight.

Both he had touched.

Tasted.

Held.


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And now…

He was just looking.

Quiet.

Calm.

Like some priest watching flame.


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I panicked.

Again.

My hand reached up quickly.

Tried to pull the pallu.

Cover fast.


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He caught my wrist.

Not tight.

Just gently.

Soft fingers.

“Don’t,” he whispered.


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“Anna…”

“You’ve already given,” he said.

“I didn’t mean to give like this—”

“You gave.”

“Don’t take it back.”


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His thumb rubbed my wrist.

Once.

Then again.

Slow.

I swallowed.


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My hand lowered.

But my eyes stayed low.

Looking at my chest.

My body.

Myself.


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His hand on my thigh never moved.

Just rested.

Warm.

Familiar.

The hand behind me stayed firm.


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His face leaned slightly.

Closer.

Not touching.

But close.

So close.


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I could feel his breath.

Shifting the pallu cloth on my lap.

Soft movement.

Like whisper.

On my skin.


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“Now you’re not looking away,” he said.

“I can’t…” I whispered.

“Why?”

“You’re looking…”

“I am.”


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“Too much.”

“You said I can taste.”

“That’s different.”

“You gave.”

“Let me enjoy properly.”


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I didn’t answer.

Because I was breathing too fast.

My chest rising high.

Falling fast.

Hot inside.


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I wasn’t just exposed now.

I was open.

Fully.

Vulnerable.

And he…


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He didn’t grab.

Didn’t rush.

Didn’t even groan.

Just stayed.

Still.


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His thumb moved on my waist again.

Soft slow circle.

Below my ribs.

Other hand stayed on my thigh.

Still.


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And my eyes…

Finally…

Lifted.

Met his.

Face to face.