23-08-2025, 07:15 PM
Ravi could feel his heart thundering in his chest
Each beat a reminder of the overwhelming desire he was struggling to control.
The atmosphere between them was electric, thick with tension and anticipation.
He could see the way Sirisha’s body responded to his every touch, the way her breath quickened and her eyes fluttered closed as his hands gently roamed over her skin.
Each stroke left a lingering warmth, an unspoken promise.
But Ravi wasn’t in a hurry. Not now.
Not when everything between them was building so perfectly.
Each inch of her skin was a secret he was slowly unraveling, and he wanted to savor every single one.
This was about more than just the physical, it was about connection.
It was about feeling each moment, each movement, as if it were their last.
He leaned in, his lips grazing the delicate curve of her collarbone just above her bra.
The kiss was light but purposeful, as though he were savoring the moment itself.
He let his lips linger there for a second, just enough to make her shiver beneath him, before trailing downward, planting soft kisses just above the edge of her bra.
His mouth moved with intention, each kiss measured and slow, heavy with anticipation.
Sirisha’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now.
She was aware of every touch, every movement he made, the heat building between them impossible to ignore.
Yet, Ravi took his time, letting the tension stretch out between them like a taut wire.
They were drawn closer with every kiss, but he was determined not to snap that tension too soon.
“Bhayya...” she whispered, her voice thick with longing, “I can’t stand how slow you’re going. Please…”
Her words ignited something deep within him, but he stayed steady.
He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze.
He needed to see her, to know she was still with him, that her body still wanted him the way his wanted her.
Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted as though she were holding her breath.
A soft flush spread across her cheeks, her pulse quickening under his gaze.
She was ready.
He could feel it in the air between them, the unspoken yearning, the trust.
She wanted this, wanted him, just as much as he wanted her.
But there was something shy in the way she held his gaze, like she was giving herself up to him, but unsure, just a little hesitant.
It made him want her even more.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ravi murmured, his voice low, almost raw.
His fingers gently traced the edge of her bra strap, feeling the softness of the fabric against his fingertips.
He kissed the warm, fragrant skin of her neck, his lips moving with tenderness.
As he kissed her, he slowly moved his hands to her back, unhooking the strap of her bra with the same careful, deliberate motion.
The soft click of the clasp seemed almost too loud in the stillness of the room,
A sound that felt like an invitation.
Each beat a reminder of the overwhelming desire he was struggling to control.
The atmosphere between them was electric, thick with tension and anticipation.
He could see the way Sirisha’s body responded to his every touch, the way her breath quickened and her eyes fluttered closed as his hands gently roamed over her skin.
Each stroke left a lingering warmth, an unspoken promise.
But Ravi wasn’t in a hurry. Not now.
Not when everything between them was building so perfectly.
Each inch of her skin was a secret he was slowly unraveling, and he wanted to savor every single one.
This was about more than just the physical, it was about connection.
It was about feeling each moment, each movement, as if it were their last.
He leaned in, his lips grazing the delicate curve of her collarbone just above her bra.
The kiss was light but purposeful, as though he were savoring the moment itself.
He let his lips linger there for a second, just enough to make her shiver beneath him, before trailing downward, planting soft kisses just above the edge of her bra.
His mouth moved with intention, each kiss measured and slow, heavy with anticipation.
Sirisha’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now.
She was aware of every touch, every movement he made, the heat building between them impossible to ignore.
Yet, Ravi took his time, letting the tension stretch out between them like a taut wire.
They were drawn closer with every kiss, but he was determined not to snap that tension too soon.
“Bhayya...” she whispered, her voice thick with longing, “I can’t stand how slow you’re going. Please…”
Her words ignited something deep within him, but he stayed steady.
He pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze.
He needed to see her, to know she was still with him, that her body still wanted him the way his wanted her.
Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted as though she were holding her breath.
A soft flush spread across her cheeks, her pulse quickening under his gaze.
She was ready.
He could feel it in the air between them, the unspoken yearning, the trust.
She wanted this, wanted him, just as much as he wanted her.
But there was something shy in the way she held his gaze, like she was giving herself up to him, but unsure, just a little hesitant.
It made him want her even more.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ravi murmured, his voice low, almost raw.
His fingers gently traced the edge of her bra strap, feeling the softness of the fabric against his fingertips.
He kissed the warm, fragrant skin of her neck, his lips moving with tenderness.
As he kissed her, he slowly moved his hands to her back, unhooking the strap of her bra with the same careful, deliberate motion.
The soft click of the clasp seemed almost too loud in the stillness of the room,
A sound that felt like an invitation.
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