Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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But then, as he steadied her, her face came dangerously close to his, and in that moment, everything around them seemed to fade away.
 
He could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips, the faint scent of her jasmine perfume lingering in the air, so familiar and intoxicating. Her hair brushed against his arm, and the smell of it, sweet, floral, like a soft breeze on a warm day, swept over him. The urge to bury his face in the silken strands was almost overwhelming.
 
She was so close now that he could see the delicate curve of her jaw, the soft line of her cheek, the way her full luscious lips slightly parted as she breathed in, her eyes closed in concentration.
 
Her skin looked like porcelain, glowing in the soft light, and her lashes, long and dark, framed her face so perfectly it made his chest tighten.
 
He could see the faintest flush on her cheeks, and he wondered if she felt the same burning closeness between them, or if it was just him, drowning in the scent of her, the softness of her presence.
 
His gaze lingered on her luscious lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss her, even just once. But the thought was fleeting, quickly buried under the weight of everything that had come before.
 
This was about care, about protecting her in this fragile moment, but he couldn’t deny the rising tide of longing that had taken root in his chest.
 
She leaned in further, just slightly, her arm brushing against his side, and the subtle pressure of her left breast against his chest sent a shockwave of heat through him. Her body was pressed so close, her soft curves against him, that every breath she took seemed to echo in his own lungs.
 
“Easy, Priya Didi, I’ve got you” his words turned into a whisper, his voice barely audible, a low, almost fragile sound. His words were meant to be soothing, but even to him, they felt like a plea.
 
His hand stayed firmly at the small of her back, fingers brushing against the soft, smooth skin just above the low cut of her blouse. He could feel the rise and fall of her breath beneath his hand, the gentle warmth of her skin, as her body softened into his.
 
Each movement, each touch, felt like an electric current, vulnerable, intimate, and undeniably charged. It was as though everything they had built between them, all the walls and distance, were crumbling in this moment.
 
There was only the feel of her against him, the soft curve of her body in his arms, and the overwhelming need to pull her closer, to erase every inch of space that remained between them.
 
 

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