Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

It wasn’t resistance exactly, more like hesitation



Her shy nature holding her back despite the deep yearning pooling inside her.

Slowly, Ravi trailed more kisses down her leg, lingering at each inch, moving with the rhythm of her breath.

Her body leaned into him, he slowly opened her thighs slightly apart,

But she kept her hands firmly in place, pressing against herself as though to deny the pull of the intimacy that was unfolding.

He reached higher, beneath the hem of her shorts, and she instinctively flinched,

Her hand moving to cover more of her legs,

Like a shy girl caught in the act of wanting something forbidden.

A quiet gasp escaped her lips, but there was no way to stop the way her body was reacting, softening, aching, begging for more.

Ravi’s pulse quickened, but he didn’t push.

He kissed her inner thigh again, slowly, deliberately,

And she gasped, her body jerking slightly, her hand still holding the modest barrier she’d created.

Her legs quivered beneath his touch, but she couldn’t bring herself to move her hand away, not yet.

Her eyes closed for a moment, a quiet moment of resistance flickering behind the delicate veil of her shyness.

Her breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling with each gasp, each tremor running through her body.

Ravi’s lips returned to her skin with more pressure, his kisses becoming a little bolder,

But still gentle, always aware of the walls she was building around herself.

"Do you feel that, Sirisha?" he murmured softly, his voice like a caress against her skin.

"Do you feel how much you need this?"

The words seemed to pierce the quiet tension, and Sirisha’s hands moved to grip his shoulders,

Almost as if she needed him to anchor her. "Yes," she whispered,

Her voice shaking with desire and hesitation, "But… I feel so shy… I don’t know…"

The admission hung in the air, so fragile, so vulnerable, and it made Ravi’s heart race even more.

He kissed higher, brushing just beneath the hem of her shorts,

And this time, Sirisha couldn’t help but shift closer,

The shyness fading just a little as her body responded to his touch.

Her legs parted, just slightly—just enough for him to taste the warmth of her skin.

She couldn’t help herself, even if she was still unsure, still afraid of giving too much.

Ravi’s lips moved slowly, tracing the curve of her inner thigh, and Sirisha’s breath hitched again.

She wanted to hide, wanted to pull away, but the feelings inside her were too strong.

Her legs shifted toward him involuntarily, betraying her quiet protest, her body speaking in ways her words couldn’t.

He marveled at how soft, how delicate she felt beneath him.

Her shyness, her hesitation, only made everything feel more intense, more precious.

He wanted to go slower, to savor every moment,

But the way she trembled, the way her hands tightened on his shoulders, showed him that she was getting closer to the edge of her resistance.

Every kiss, every slow, lingering touch was a treasure.

And Ravi wasn’t about to rush it, not when she was so close to letting go.

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