08-08-2025, 02:54 AM
Ravi slowly withdrew from Neetu
His chest rising and falling,
His breath heavy as he fought to regain control,
The intensity of the moment still lingering in the air.
He turned his attention to Sirisha, his gaze locking with hers.
Her eyes met his, a mixture of longing and nervousness swirling within them.
She was trembling, just slightly, as if unsure of what to do next.
Her hands rested on the bed, fingers curling in anticipation.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly, his voice low and almost coaxing, a quiet warmth in the air between them.
Sirisha nodded, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her gaze,
A softness that told him she was still unsure.
He could sense it, could feel the tension she held.
Neetu, sensing the moment, moved closer to them, her presence a calming force.
She leaned in, her voice a gentle murmur against the quiet.
"Take your time," she whispered,
Her fingers brushing through Sirisha’s hair, the motion tender, soothing.
"This is new for you. Don't rush."
Ravi placed his hand on Sirisha’s cheek, his touch tender, guiding her face to meet his.
He kissed her lips softly at first, slowly, savoring the warmth, the sweetness.
It was a kiss meant to reassure, to ease her.
His lips lingered, gentle and knowing, as he let the softness of the moment deepen between them.
"Just breathe with me," Ravi murmured, his voice low, as his hand slid down her body,
The touch slow and deliberate, tracing the delicate curves of her skin.
His lips followed, pressing against the tender curve of her neck, his mouth warm against her smooth skin.
He moved lower, kissing her shoulder,
Letting his fingers lightly graze her bare skin, sending shivers of warmth through her.
As Ravi’s lips pressed against Sirisha’s neck,
He could feel the delicate pulse beneath her skin,
The warmth of her body radiating against him.
His chest rising and falling,
His breath heavy as he fought to regain control,
The intensity of the moment still lingering in the air.
He turned his attention to Sirisha, his gaze locking with hers.
Her eyes met his, a mixture of longing and nervousness swirling within them.
She was trembling, just slightly, as if unsure of what to do next.
Her hands rested on the bed, fingers curling in anticipation.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly, his voice low and almost coaxing, a quiet warmth in the air between them.
Sirisha nodded, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her gaze,
A softness that told him she was still unsure.
He could sense it, could feel the tension she held.
Neetu, sensing the moment, moved closer to them, her presence a calming force.
She leaned in, her voice a gentle murmur against the quiet.
"Take your time," she whispered,
Her fingers brushing through Sirisha’s hair, the motion tender, soothing.
"This is new for you. Don't rush."
Ravi placed his hand on Sirisha’s cheek, his touch tender, guiding her face to meet his.
He kissed her lips softly at first, slowly, savoring the warmth, the sweetness.
It was a kiss meant to reassure, to ease her.
His lips lingered, gentle and knowing, as he let the softness of the moment deepen between them.
"Just breathe with me," Ravi murmured, his voice low, as his hand slid down her body,
The touch slow and deliberate, tracing the delicate curves of her skin.
His lips followed, pressing against the tender curve of her neck, his mouth warm against her smooth skin.
He moved lower, kissing her shoulder,
Letting his fingers lightly graze her bare skin, sending shivers of warmth through her.
As Ravi’s lips pressed against Sirisha’s neck,
He could feel the delicate pulse beneath her skin,
The warmth of her body radiating against him.
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