Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi could feel her pulse, the slight flutter beneath his fingertips, and it only made him want to explore further.
 
Ravi’s hand remained resting on her belly, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her abdomen, just above her navel. Every inch of her skin radiated warmth, every subtle quiver of her muscles beneath his touch sending shivers of desire straight through him.
 
Priya’s body tensed slightly, and a soft giggle escaped her lips, surprising both of them. "It tickles… it’s so strange… but I like it…" Her fingers moved instinctively, curling around his hand, holding it firmly against her skin as though anchoring herself while also giving him silent permission. The gentle hold of her hand on his was a sweet, intimate surrender, a delicate balance between shyness and craving.
 
Ravi’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with longing. “Didi… may I… continue? Just a little more?” His fingers hovered, teasing the soft hollow of her belly, brushing the tender edges of her navel with a delicate reverence.
 
Priya paused, her hand tightening around his, her pulse racing in her fingertips as she felt the ticklish, sensitive skin of her belly respond to his touch. "He’s asking again… but I… I want him to…" Her soft gasp mingled with a shiver that ran down her spine, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, she relaxed, letting him explore the curve and warmth of her belly while keeping her hand firmly on his, a silent tether that kept her in control.
 
“Didi…” he whispered softly, his voice low and trembling with barely contained desire. “May I… touch your belly button?”
 
His fingers, almost of their own accord, brushed ever so lightly against the edge of her navel, feeling the soft, almost imperceptible dip of her belly.
 
He was asking for permission once again, even though the urge to just feel her, to touch her more, was becoming nearly overwhelming.
 
Priya’s heart beat erratically in her chest, her breath shallow and fast. “He wants to touch my belly button? So close…” Her mind screamed at her to stop, to pull away, but her body, her pulse, her instincts—everything—was telling her to let him. “I’ve never let anyone be this close… but why does it feel so right? Why do I want him to touch me?”
 
The thought of his fingers on her belly button, so close to the center of her body, to something so intimate, made her body hum with anticipation. 

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