01-12-2025, 01:29 AM
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Every part of her wanted to say yes, to let him touch her more, but the fear of losing control still lingered, threatening to pull her back. "But his touch is so gentle… so careful… I don’t want him to stop."
His fingers moved slightly, testing the waters. Ravi’s hand now rested just below the curve of her ribcage, the warmth of her skin radiating up through the soft fabric of her saree.
He could feel the smoothness of her skin beneath, and he couldn’t help but let his fingers trace the curve of her body slowly, almost reverently. But he didn’t dare go further yet.
"Does she want this? Am I pushing her too much?" His mind raced, but his body was moving instinctively toward her. He waited for her response, for the smallest hint of permission, before daring to go further.
“Priya Didi,” he whispered again, his voice low and soft, almost pleading. “Can I touch… your belly?” The question was gentle, almost apologetic, as if he needed her to know that he was asking for her permission every step of the way, never wanting to take anything from her that she wasn’t ready to give.
Priya’s mind whirled at his words. "His fingers are already touching my belly? My navel?" Her skin flushed with warmth at the thought, her pulse quickening. "Yet he is asking for permission." The question in his voice, the care, the softness, it made her feel something deeper than just physical attraction.
It made her feel seen, wanted, and it was almost too much to bear. She couldn’t speak for a moment, her mind racing, but her body couldn’t hide the shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine.
She swallowed, forcing herself to speak, her voice trembling. “Yes…” It was barely a whisper, but it was enough. “Yes, but be careful Ravi…” She wasn’t sure if the words were for him, or if they were just to remind herself that she was still in control, still able to stop if it became too much.
Ravi’s heart pounded with relief and desire as he heard her consent, however small. He moved his hand ever so slowly, his fingertips just grazing the edge of her ribcage, before sliding lower to the soft curve of her belly.
The warmth of her skin beneath his touch was intoxicating.
Every part of her wanted to say yes, to let him touch her more, but the fear of losing control still lingered, threatening to pull her back. "But his touch is so gentle… so careful… I don’t want him to stop."
His fingers moved slightly, testing the waters. Ravi’s hand now rested just below the curve of her ribcage, the warmth of her skin radiating up through the soft fabric of her saree.
He could feel the smoothness of her skin beneath, and he couldn’t help but let his fingers trace the curve of her body slowly, almost reverently. But he didn’t dare go further yet.
"Does she want this? Am I pushing her too much?" His mind raced, but his body was moving instinctively toward her. He waited for her response, for the smallest hint of permission, before daring to go further.
“Priya Didi,” he whispered again, his voice low and soft, almost pleading. “Can I touch… your belly?” The question was gentle, almost apologetic, as if he needed her to know that he was asking for her permission every step of the way, never wanting to take anything from her that she wasn’t ready to give.
Priya’s mind whirled at his words. "His fingers are already touching my belly? My navel?" Her skin flushed with warmth at the thought, her pulse quickening. "Yet he is asking for permission." The question in his voice, the care, the softness, it made her feel something deeper than just physical attraction.
It made her feel seen, wanted, and it was almost too much to bear. She couldn’t speak for a moment, her mind racing, but her body couldn’t hide the shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine.
She swallowed, forcing herself to speak, her voice trembling. “Yes…” It was barely a whisper, but it was enough. “Yes, but be careful Ravi…” She wasn’t sure if the words were for him, or if they were just to remind herself that she was still in control, still able to stop if it became too much.
Ravi’s heart pounded with relief and desire as he heard her consent, however small. He moved his hand ever so slowly, his fingertips just grazing the edge of her ribcage, before sliding lower to the soft curve of her belly.
The warmth of her skin beneath his touch was intoxicating.
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