Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s heart hammered in his chest


As he carefully wiped away the syrup, letting his fingers graze her lips.

There was a dangerous intimacy in the act,

The way his touch lingered just long enough to feel personal, tender... and yet, charged.

Her eyes fluttered slightly as his finger brushed her lower lip.

He could feel her pulse, her breath, and it made his pulse quicken even more.

She was close, too close, and every part of him knew this was crossing a line.

Then, slowly, without looking away, Ravi brought his finger to his mouth.

He sucked the syrup from his finger, the action sensual, almost obscene in its slowness,

The sweetness mingling with something far more intoxicating.

His eyes never left hers as he did so, his lips parting just slightly as he tasted the mess he’d made.

Neetu’s breath caught, and for a moment, it seemed as though the world around them stopped.

She didn’t look away.

She didn’t say anything.

She only waited, her lips parted, her body still.

“Is that how you clean up a mess, Ravi?” she murmured, her voice thick with an undercurrent of something deeper.

Ravi swallowed, his voice rough as he replied, “I suppose it is... but I think I’ll need more practice.”

The words came out teasing, but inside, his mind was battling a surge of desire and the ever-present tension.

Was this a game? Or was it something neither of them could fully control anymore?

Neetu’s lips parted slightly as she looked at him, her gaze flicking between his eyes and the space between them.

For a moment, everything felt suspended.

And then, without another word, she leaned back slightly,

Her fingers brushing against her lip, still wet with his touch.

She didn’t wipe it away this time.

She let it linger,

Letting him see the mess he’d made,

The invitation he’d set in motion.

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