Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi’s fingers hovered just above hers again… 

Almost trembling with hesitation.
He could feel the magnetic pull of her presence beside him. 

Slowly, carefully, he let his hand drift lower, barely brushing the back of her fingers.
Her skin was warm, soft, pliant beneath his touch, and even the smallest brush sent a current of heat shooting through him.
 
Priya stiffened for a moment, her chest tightening with a mix of warning and desire. 
“Stop… you can’t… this is too risky…” she thought, but her heartbeat betrayed her.
 
The subtle longing in her fingers, the almost imperceptible tremor, welcomed him instead. She let her hand rest under his, letting him feel her warmth, her pulse, the gentle sway of her fingers.
 
Encouraged, Ravi inched closer, letting his thumb lightly graze the top of her hand. 
The motion was slow, almost torturous in its intimacy, sending a shiver up both their spines.
 
He began to close his fingers around hers, a delicate intertwining, careful not to be abrupt. Every nerve in his body was alive to her reaction.
 
Priya’s breath hitched softly. 
Her eyes, half-lowered, flickered up to meet his. 
There was a silent surrender there, a quiet giving in to the tension she had fought to contain. 
“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling slightly as if even speaking was an admission of her desire.
 
She did not pull away.
She let him hold her, letting the closeness ignite the fire she had tried to suppress.
 
“Why am I letting him do this? she thought. I shouldn’t… but it feels too good… I want it… no, I have to stay strong…” Her hand tightened imperceptibly around his, betraying her inner struggle.
 
Feeling her compliance, Ravi’s courage surged. 

His fingers tightened around hers just a fraction, exploring the delicate length of her hand, savoring the softness and warmth he could not stop thinking about. 

He could feel her pulse under his thumb, the tiny shiver she tried to mask, and it spurred him to lean in just slightly closer, careful not to overstep, yet yearning to feel more.

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