23-08-2025, 10:36 PM
“Are you ready, Sirisha?” His voice was almost a whisper,
Thick with tenderness that contrasted the raw hunger building between them.
For a moment, Sirisha didn’t speak.
She opened her eyes, locking with his, her gaze soft but filled with desire, and something more: trust.
But even through the trust, there was a hesitation, a slight nervousness in the way her lips trembled, like she was unsure of how far she should let herself go.
Her lips parted as she gasped, her chest rising sharply.
Her eyes held his with a depth that left no room for doubt.
“Yes, Bhayya,” she breathed, her voice trembling but sure. “I want this. I want you.”
The words hit him like a rush of warmth, pushing his heart into overdrive.
Without breaking their connection, he slowly removed the bra strap, his fingers brushing the delicate skin of her back.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if she were something fragile, something precious.
As the bra slipped from her shoulders, Ravi moved his hands to her waist, gently guiding her into a seated position on the couch.
His eyes never left hers.
She was fully exposed now from her waist up, but it felt like she was still wrapped in the trust they had built together, vulnerable, open, and so incredibly beautiful.
Her body was open, but there was still a soft vulnerability in the way she seemed to pull back slightly, unsure yet willing, her shyness only adding to her beauty.
Ravi paused for a moment, simply drinking in the sight of her before him.
His gaze roamed over her bare skin, noting every curve, every breath she took.
She was his.
And he was going to make this moment last.
His fingers brushed over her skin again, gliding lightly across the curve of her breasts.
Thick with tenderness that contrasted the raw hunger building between them.
For a moment, Sirisha didn’t speak.
She opened her eyes, locking with his, her gaze soft but filled with desire, and something more: trust.
But even through the trust, there was a hesitation, a slight nervousness in the way her lips trembled, like she was unsure of how far she should let herself go.
Her lips parted as she gasped, her chest rising sharply.
Her eyes held his with a depth that left no room for doubt.
“Yes, Bhayya,” she breathed, her voice trembling but sure. “I want this. I want you.”
The words hit him like a rush of warmth, pushing his heart into overdrive.
Without breaking their connection, he slowly removed the bra strap, his fingers brushing the delicate skin of her back.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if she were something fragile, something precious.
As the bra slipped from her shoulders, Ravi moved his hands to her waist, gently guiding her into a seated position on the couch.
His eyes never left hers.
She was fully exposed now from her waist up, but it felt like she was still wrapped in the trust they had built together, vulnerable, open, and so incredibly beautiful.
Her body was open, but there was still a soft vulnerability in the way she seemed to pull back slightly, unsure yet willing, her shyness only adding to her beauty.
Ravi paused for a moment, simply drinking in the sight of her before him.
His gaze roamed over her bare skin, noting every curve, every breath she took.
She was his.
And he was going to make this moment last.
His fingers brushed over her skin again, gliding lightly across the curve of her breasts.
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