Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Tension Builds


The air between them had thickened, charged with something unspoken, something that neither of them could deny.

Neetu's lips, now soft with the taste of the Rasmalai and the lingering sweetness of Ravi’s touch, were parted slightly as she leaned back on the couch.

Her body, glowing with the warm remnants of their shared indulgence, seemed to hum with anticipation.

She glanced up at him through half-lidded eyes, her gaze burning through him, as if daring him to cross that final line.

“You’re still holding back, aren’t you, Ravi?” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. “I can feel the tension in your hands.”

Ravi’s breath caught in his chest. Her words were like a challenge, an invitation, a summons he couldn’t ignore.

His fingers twitched at his sides, the air thick with desire and the slow dance of restraint.

He wanted to touch her, feel her more, but a part of him still hesitated,

Knowing that once he crossed this line, there would be no turning back.

Neetu’s fingers were already at the collar of his shirt.

She toyed with the top button, then the second, her eyes never leaving his face.

Her lips curled into that same teasing smile, the one that made his heart race and his breath hitch.

“Let’s see if you’re brave enough to match me,” she whispered,

Her hands sliding over the fabric of his shirt as she slowly undid each button.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Ravi, but there’s more to discover. Don’t you want to see where this goes?”

Her words, dripping with heat, pushed him further, igniting the raw need that had been simmering beneath the surface. He swallowed, the room suddenly too small, his senses overwhelmed with the scent of her perfume, the sweet trace of Rasmalai still lingering on her skin.

“I don’t know if I can stop now,” Ravi finally murmured, his voice rough, almost as if confessing something forbidden.

Neetu smiled, slow and calculating, as she pulled the final button from his shirt, her hands grazing over the taut skin of his chest. She could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, the heat of his body radiating, and she felt a flicker of triumph. She had him.

“I know you can’t,” she purred, 

Her voice low and filled with desire.

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