12-08-2025, 06:55 PM
Silk Against Silence
Sirisha stretched her arms lazily above her head,
The delicate curve of her back arching just enough for the shirt she wore to rise slightly over her thighs.
She sank deeper into the plush couch, a slow, contented sigh escaping her lips.
The hem of Ravi’s shirt caught on her skin, grazing the soft curve of her legs, but she didn’t bother adjusting it.
This time, she let it stay, let the fabric cling to her like a second skin, basking in the weight of the moment.
Her eyes half-lidded, she watched him from her position on the couch,
Her bare legs curled beneath her, every inch of her languid and easy in a way that made his breath hitch.
She radiated warmth, softness. She was all silk and sleep,
And it was as if the air around her had turned heavier, more intimate, with each passing second.
“I’m not sleepy,” she murmured, her voice slow, thick with an undertone he could almost taste.
“But I feel like I could lie here forever…”
Her gaze met his, intense yet playful.
Her cheek rested against the pillow, and her lips curved just enough to make his heart stutter.
“You okay?” she asked gently, her voice soft, coaxing, like she already knew the answer.
Ravi swallowed, nodding, though the truth was written all over him.
The sight of her sprawled across his couch, long and lithe in nothing but his shirt, was enough to leave him breathless.
The soft curve of her legs, the subtle shift of her body as she settled,
The hint of her thigh as the fabric of the shirt slid higher, everything about her was a temptation.
And yet, it wasn’t enough.
It never was.
Sirisha stretched her arms lazily above her head,
The delicate curve of her back arching just enough for the shirt she wore to rise slightly over her thighs.
She sank deeper into the plush couch, a slow, contented sigh escaping her lips.
The hem of Ravi’s shirt caught on her skin, grazing the soft curve of her legs, but she didn’t bother adjusting it.
This time, she let it stay, let the fabric cling to her like a second skin, basking in the weight of the moment.
Her eyes half-lidded, she watched him from her position on the couch,
Her bare legs curled beneath her, every inch of her languid and easy in a way that made his breath hitch.
She radiated warmth, softness. She was all silk and sleep,
And it was as if the air around her had turned heavier, more intimate, with each passing second.
“I’m not sleepy,” she murmured, her voice slow, thick with an undertone he could almost taste.
“But I feel like I could lie here forever…”
Her gaze met his, intense yet playful.
Her cheek rested against the pillow, and her lips curved just enough to make his heart stutter.
“You okay?” she asked gently, her voice soft, coaxing, like she already knew the answer.
Ravi swallowed, nodding, though the truth was written all over him.
The sight of her sprawled across his couch, long and lithe in nothing but his shirt, was enough to leave him breathless.
The soft curve of her legs, the subtle shift of her body as she settled,
The hint of her thigh as the fabric of the shirt slid higher, everything about her was a temptation.
And yet, it wasn’t enough.
It never was.
.