Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

His lips trailed slowly back to her waist,


Each kiss a whisper against her skin, brushing against the soft curve of her midriff, feeling the warmth of her body just beneath the fabric of her crop top. The touch of his lips was slow, deliberate, and it made her shiver. He could feel the quiver in her body, the way she shifted beneath him as if silently urging him to continue, but at the same time, there was a hesitation—an invisible barrier that kept her from fully letting go.


Her hands gripped his arms tighter, nails pressing into his skin, but her body remained tense, betraying the uncertainty that swirled inside her. She was unsure, torn between desire and the shyness that had been lingering beneath the surface, a shyness that made every touch feel even more intimate.

Ravi’s lips curled into a soft smile against her skin, the taste of her warmth on his lips making him ache for more. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

This was where he could make her feel more vulnerable, more desired than she had ever felt before.

“Sirisha…” he murmured softly, his lips grazing her skin as he moved upward, inch by inch. “Are you ready for this? Do you want me to show you what else I did to Neetu Bhabhi?”

She barely nodded, her breath shaky, her chest rising and falling with a soft, uneven rhythm. “Mmmm, I don’t know…” Her voice was barely audible, trembling with the weight of her words. “I want you to do to me what you did to Neetu Bhabhi and… also what you wanted to do to her…”

Her words sent a rush of heat through him, but there was still something in her voice—an uncertainty, a vulnerability that softened her confession. “But… I feel shy when you do all this, Bhayya…” Her whisper was almost lost in the air, the words delicate and hesitant, as though she were still unsure of how much she could truly give him.

Ravi pulled back just slightly, enough to look at her face. His gaze darkened, filled with hunger and longing. 

Her eyes were half-closed, pupils dilated, her lips parted as if she were holding her breath, waiting for him to make the next move. 

She was beautiful in her vulnerability, every part of her body reacting to his touch, soft, yielding, yet hesitant.

Her body was a perfect canvas for him, every line, every curve, a subtle invitation to explore, but her hesitation was clear in the way her chest rose and fell, in the way her hands clenched into tight fists before slowly releasing them. 

Her shyness was evident, but so was her desire.

Ravi could feel it in the way her body responded, even though her heart was still unsure. 

He leaned down, his lips brushing over her jawline, then down to her neck, his voice low, dark with desire.

“I want to take care of you, Sirisha,” he whispered against her skin. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

She exhaled a shaky breath, her hands moving up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers trembling against his skin. “Please…” she breathed, the word thick with longing but laced with that same shyness that clung to her. “I want you, Bhayya… but I’m not sure… I don’t know if I can…”

Ravi's eyes locked onto hers again, watching her every movement, the subtle tension in her body that made her all the more irresistible. 

"You don’t need to know everything right now," he said softly, his thumb tracing the edge of her jaw, feeling the way her skin fluttered under his touch. 

"Just feel what’s happening between us. Let go, and I’ll show you what it means to be wanted."

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