Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Surrender to the Moment


Ravi’s lips left her breasts with reluctance, his kisses trailing a path of soft, wet heat down her stomach.

Each kiss seemed to burn into Neetu’s skin, igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t ignore.

His fingers, trembling with hunger, traced the curve of her waist,

Sliding down over the soft fabric of her saree, the material brushing against her skin like a whisper.

Neetu’s breath caught as he pressed closer, his body hovering over hers, his face inches from her skin.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him, his desire pulling at her, strong and raw.

It made her pulse race, the ache between her legs growing as she felt his every movement, every slight brush of his skin.

“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice trembling, the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air between them.

It wasn’t a plea; it was a surrender, a quiet invitation.

But Ravi didn’t respond with words.

Instead, his hands moved to the pleats of her saree, the fabric soft under his fingertips as he slid it down her hips.

His gaze locked onto hers, never straying, as he slowly peeled it away,

His movements deliberate and torturously slow.

Each inch of skin he revealed made Neetu’s chest rise and fall quicker, her breath shallow with anticipation.

Neetu shivered as the cool air kissed her skin where the fabric had once been.

Her body was already trembling with need, but she didn’t stop him.

She couldn’t.

She was lost in the moment, consumed by the warmth of his touch and the unspoken promise of what was to come.

Ravi’s hands continued their journey, now moving to the waistband of her lehenga,

The delicate fabric soft against his skin.

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