Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s hands moved to the hem of her crop top, his fingers grazing the fabric, slowly sliding beneath it.


He felt the soft texture of the material, its coolness giving way to the heat of her skin as he inched it upward.

Every movement was deliberate, gentle, yet charged with a growing urgency.

His fingertips brushed against her smooth skin, the sensation of her body beneath his touch sending a wave of heat through him. 

He could feel her chest rise and fall more rapidly as the fabric stretched, revealing inch after inch of her softness.

Her breath hitched, a small gasp escaping her lips as her body tightened in response, every muscle tensing.

But there was more. A subtle hesitation, a quiet nervousness that lingered in the air between them, a vulnerability that made her all the more alluring. 

It was as though she wasn’t quite sure how much of herself she was ready to reveal just yet.

As Ravi’s fingers gripped the edge of her crop top, his movements slow and measured, Sirisha’s hand instinctively reached out, her fingers trembling as they gently rested on his wrist.

The touch wasn’t a stop, but a grounding gesture, her way of holding him close, yet still unsure. The tension in her fingers spoke volumes, her uncertainty evident in the way her hand lightly trembled against his skin.

Her gaze flickered to his eyes, her expression a mix of desire and vulnerability.

She bit her lower lip, a gesture that spoke of both shyness and longing, as though she were caught in a struggle between what she wanted and what she feared. 

The shyness was so evident in her actions, in the way she hesitated, that it nearly stopped his heart.

Ravi smiled softly, his thumb gently stroking over the back of her hand where it rested on his wrist.

The motion was tender, but it carried an unspoken promise. “Sirisha…” he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing, his eyes locked onto hers. “Are you sure? We can go as slow as you need. But you have to trust me…”

He didn’t push her. He let the moment linger, the silence between them thick with anticipation.

Ravi could feel her uncertainty, but he also felt the warmth of her desire, the way her body responded, even when her mind hesitated.

She looked down, her breath shallow, the rise and fall of her chest almost as if she were struggling to hold herself together. Her voice came out in a whisper, soft but full of longing. “Please…” Her words trembled on her lips. “I’m just… not sure… yet…”

Her voice was barely audible, a quiet plea, yet it was full of vulnerability.

She wanted him, he could feel it, but there was still something inside her holding back, a fear, a shyness that kept her from fully surrendering.

The uncertainty was clear, yet there was an unspoken need for reassurance, a silent plea for him to coax her into letting go, into allowing herself to be fully vulnerable. 

Her hands were still gently gripping his wrist, grounding them both in this shared moment of longing, yet also holding onto a piece of herself, unsure how much to reveal.

Ravi’s fingers traced the back of her hand, feeling the tremble in her touch.

He leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a whisper of temptation.

“You don’t have to decide everything now, Sirisha,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. 

“Just let me show you how good it can feel to trust me.”

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