21-08-2025, 05:05 PM
It felt like she belonged there
As if this was the only place she had ever wanted to be.
“This,” Ravi murmured, his lips brushing softly against her temple,
His breath warm against her skin as he gently swayed her in his arms.
“...this is what I did to Bhabhi…”
Sirisha’s heart raced at the softness of his touch, the warmth of his embrace.
She felt both safe and exposed in his arms, a dangerous combination that made her head spin,
Her pulse quickening with every breath.
Her chest pressed against his as she inhaled deeply, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Like this?”
Ravi nodded, his eyes darkened with desire, his gaze hungry, yet tender. “Exactly like this.”
Slowly, he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his hands moving up to frame her face.
His thumb brushed the soft curve of her tender cheek,
A touch deliberate and measured, almost reverent, as if savoring the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips.
“And then…” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
He tilted her head slightly to the side, as if giving himself permission to touch her in ways that couldn’t be undone.
Leaning in, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her right cheek,
The warmth of his lips sending a shiver through her that made her pulse race.
Sirisha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyelids fluttering shut as the warmth of his kiss spread through her,
Filling her with a slow, consuming heat.
“You kissed her like this?” she asked innocently, her voice breathless, laced with yearning and something deeper.
Ravi’s smile deepened, a quiet, knowing curve of his lips, and he nodded softly.
“Exactly like this,” he whispered.
Then, with the same deliberate slowness, he pressed a kiss to her left cheek,
Lingering just a moment longer, savoring the feel of her skin against his lips.
The tenderness of his touch was maddening, and it left her aching for more.
Her breath caught once again, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest,
Feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath his shirt, strong, fast, matching the rhythm of her own.
“And then?” she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation,
Her lips aching to taste more of him, to know everything he wasn’t saying,
To feel the next kiss, the next touch.
As if this was the only place she had ever wanted to be.
“This,” Ravi murmured, his lips brushing softly against her temple,
His breath warm against her skin as he gently swayed her in his arms.
“...this is what I did to Bhabhi…”
Sirisha’s heart raced at the softness of his touch, the warmth of his embrace.
She felt both safe and exposed in his arms, a dangerous combination that made her head spin,
Her pulse quickening with every breath.
Her chest pressed against his as she inhaled deeply, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Like this?”
Ravi nodded, his eyes darkened with desire, his gaze hungry, yet tender. “Exactly like this.”
Slowly, he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his hands moving up to frame her face.
His thumb brushed the soft curve of her tender cheek,
A touch deliberate and measured, almost reverent, as if savoring the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips.
“And then…” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
He tilted her head slightly to the side, as if giving himself permission to touch her in ways that couldn’t be undone.
Leaning in, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her right cheek,
The warmth of his lips sending a shiver through her that made her pulse race.
Sirisha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyelids fluttering shut as the warmth of his kiss spread through her,
Filling her with a slow, consuming heat.
“You kissed her like this?” she asked innocently, her voice breathless, laced with yearning and something deeper.
Ravi’s smile deepened, a quiet, knowing curve of his lips, and he nodded softly.
“Exactly like this,” he whispered.
Then, with the same deliberate slowness, he pressed a kiss to her left cheek,
Lingering just a moment longer, savoring the feel of her skin against his lips.
The tenderness of his touch was maddening, and it left her aching for more.
Her breath caught once again, her hands instinctively finding their way to his chest,
Feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath his shirt, strong, fast, matching the rhythm of her own.
“And then?” she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation,
Her lips aching to taste more of him, to know everything he wasn’t saying,
To feel the next kiss, the next touch.
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