Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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The heat of his hand against her bare skin was almost too much. “Why does it feel like this?” Her mind raced as his palm pressed against her back, his fingers skimming the edges of her blouse.
 
The shock of the contact sent a wave of warmth flooding through her body, making her skin feel too sensitive, too exposed. She fought the urge to pull away, but his presence, his touch, felt different this time, more present, more real.
 
It was as though everything she had kept carefully hidden was suddenly on the verge of unraveling.
 
Her breath, still shallow, hitched again as he held her close, his warmth surrounding her. She could feel the way his hand lingered on her skin, as if he was trying to make sure she was truly there, that he was truly there.
 
“What is happening?” The question echoed in her mind like a soft, urgent whisper. “[i]Why does this feel so intimate?”[/i]
 
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for his arm, the faintest sense of dependence creeping in, though she would never admit it out loud. Her heart beat faster, and as much as she tried to suppress it, a small part of her melted into the comfort of his touch. Despite everything that had happened between them, the distance they had grown, and the hurt still lingering in her heart, there was something about this moment, something about his touch, that made it impossible to ignore the pull between them.
 
His hand stayed there, delicately and deliberately pressing, as he guided her body upward. The design of her blouse, the U-neck, accentuated the soft curve of her back, just above where the fabric folded against her skin. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath beneath his palm, the warmth of her bare back just above the clasp of her blouse, the smoothness of her soft skin beneath his hand.
 
His fingers, still gentle, moved to better support her, just above the low neckline of her blouse, near the base of her spine. The heat of her body seeped into his palm, sending a thrill of electricity through him. For a moment, all he could feel was the softness of her skin, the intimacy of the touch, and the undeniable pull to hold her closer, to erase the distance between them.
 
The overwhelming pull to hold her, to comfort her, to erase the distance between them, battled with the crushing weight of everything he had done. The vulnerability in her touch, the subtle way she leaned into him for support, made his pulse race.
 

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