23-08-2025, 04:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 23-08-2025, 07:05 PM by shailu4ever. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
His hand didn’t rush. He was savoring this.
He let his palm move in slow circles, pressing just enough to feel her warmth,
To feel how her body responded to his every touch.
Her breath grew quicker, sharper with every movement of his hand, and it drove him wild.
She was so soft in his hands, so delicate, but there was an undeniable strength in the way she held him close, in the way she wanted him to keep going.
Her chest rose quickly, and she gasped softly as his thumb brushed over the edge of her nipple.
The sensation was electric, sending a pulse of need straight to his core.
He could feel the way she responded to him, how her body tightened, how she yearned for more.
Every inch of her was reacting, and he could feel the weight of her desire pressing against him.
Ravi’s breath was shallow now, his heart pounding in his chest. His fingers caressed the curve of her breast more firmly, his thumb circling the hardened tip, and he watched her face twist with pleasure. “I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Please, Bhayya…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and uncertainty. “I want you… more…”
The words hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Ravi’s hand lingered on her breast for just a moment longer, savoring the feeling of her beneath his touch, before he kissed her gently again. This time, his lips moved slowly from her neck to her jawline, then to her lips, pressing against them in a soft, teasing kiss. Her body melted against him, and for a moment, everything around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the feeling of their lips, their skin, the heat between them.
“I’m not going to stop,” Ravi whispered softly between kisses, “I want all of you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at her innocent face, his thumb brushing gently against the curve of her breast, over the lace of her bra. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, filled with a tenderness that contrasted the hunger he felt.
She nodded, her hands sliding up his chest, resting against the hard muscles of his shoulders. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice breathless but sure. “I’m ready.”
And that was all he needed to hear.
He let his palm move in slow circles, pressing just enough to feel her warmth,
To feel how her body responded to his every touch.
Her breath grew quicker, sharper with every movement of his hand, and it drove him wild.
She was so soft in his hands, so delicate, but there was an undeniable strength in the way she held him close, in the way she wanted him to keep going.
Her chest rose quickly, and she gasped softly as his thumb brushed over the edge of her nipple.
The sensation was electric, sending a pulse of need straight to his core.
He could feel the way she responded to him, how her body tightened, how she yearned for more.
Every inch of her was reacting, and he could feel the weight of her desire pressing against him.
Ravi’s breath was shallow now, his heart pounding in his chest. His fingers caressed the curve of her breast more firmly, his thumb circling the hardened tip, and he watched her face twist with pleasure. “I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Please, Bhayya…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and uncertainty. “I want you… more…”
The words hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Ravi’s hand lingered on her breast for just a moment longer, savoring the feeling of her beneath his touch, before he kissed her gently again. This time, his lips moved slowly from her neck to her jawline, then to her lips, pressing against them in a soft, teasing kiss. Her body melted against him, and for a moment, everything around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the feeling of their lips, their skin, the heat between them.
“I’m not going to stop,” Ravi whispered softly between kisses, “I want all of you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at her innocent face, his thumb brushing gently against the curve of her breast, over the lace of her bra. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, filled with a tenderness that contrasted the hunger he felt.
She nodded, her hands sliding up his chest, resting against the hard muscles of his shoulders. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice breathless but sure. “I’m ready.”
And that was all he needed to hear.
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