Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Between Shyness and Fire
 

Neetu’s lips moved lower, trailing a light path across Sirisha’s smooth skin as she kissed from above her belly button down toward her hip bone. She lingered there for a moment, relishing the subtle scent of jasmine and sandalwood that clung to Sirisha, a sweet, feminine aroma that made Neetu’s senses tingle.
 
“Your skin is so soft,” she murmured against Sirisha’s side, her voice husky with an undercurrent of something else, something deeper that sent another shiver down Sirisha’s spine. “Like milk and honey.”
 
Sirisha squeezed Ravi's hand tighter in response to his gentle stroking, the warmth of it grounding her as Neetu continued her exploration. 

She had never been touched like this before, so openly, so deliberately, with such a mix of tenderness and something else that made her skin prickle and bloom all at once.
 
Her gaze flitted nervously between Neetu’s face, alight with that knowing smile that always seemed to see straight through her,  and Ravi's, who was watching with an intensity that made her stomach flutter like a caged bird. 

His gaze held hers with a quiet magnetism that promised pleasure, reassurance, and something wilder she couldn't quite name.
 
“Babhi…” she whispered again, the sound catching in her throat as Neetu’s fingers began to trace playful patterns on the elastic waistband of her shorts. 

She felt a flush creep up her neck, warming the tops of her ears and staining her cheeks with an undeniable pink.
 
“Let me,” Neetu murmured, her voice barely a breath against Sirisha's hip. “Relax.” Her words were laced with such calm confidence that Sirisha found herself surrendering to their gentle persuasion.
 
With one hand still cupping Sirisha’s navel and the other resting on her hip bone, Neetu gently tugged at the waistband of her shorts. The soft cotton yielded easily under her fingers.
 
“Don't move,” she murmured as she slid her free hand down Sirisha's smooth thigh, pressing a feather-light kiss against her knee. “Just trust me.”
 
Sirisha's breath hitched as Neetu’s lips brushed over the sensitive skin of her kneecap. She wanted to pull away, to cover herself somehow, but something held her rooted in place. 

Perhaps it was Ravi's steady gaze, filled with a mix of amusement and affection that made her feel safe, or maybe it was the gentle pressure on her hip bone and the insistent warmth radiating from Neetu’s hand against her skin.
 
Neetu continued to work at the waistband of Sirisha’s shorts, finally sliding them down her legs until they pooled in a soft heap at the base of the couch.
 
Sirisha instinctively drew herself closer to Ravi, finding comfort in his proximity as the weight of her gaze met his. Her cheeks burned crimson, not just from Neetu's touch, but also from the way both of their eyes lingered on her bare legs and the smooth curve of her hips beneath her bra strap. 

The fabric was cool against the warmth of her skin, the soft cotton suddenly feeling as flimsy as a veil after the freedom of movement she had been granted in the past few minutes.

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