Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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He watched the golden light play across the peaceful landscape of her face, tracing the arch of her brow, the soft parting of her luscious pink lips.
 
“How can someone look like dawn itself?”
 
He memorized the scent of her hair, a mix of clean sweat and a floral sweetness that was uniquely Kavya.
 
He felt the gentle, rhythmic expansion of her lungs against his arm, as her heavenly treasures pressed heavily as she inhale and loosened when she exhale. But all of it was just background noise, a faint soundtrack to the roaring symphony playing out under his hand.
 
“My hand is on her breasts… and heart is racing. Is she dreaming of me too?”
 
The sheer, tactile reality of her breast against his palm was a universe of sensation. He could feel the delicate texture of her skin, the subtle shift of her body with every breath, the incredible, life-affirming heat of her.
 
He felt like a blind man who had just been given sight, and the first thing he saw was the sun.
 
“If this is the beginning of a new day… then I never want it to end.”
 
His hand, as if possessed by a will far older and more powerful than his own, began to move. It was a slow, almost imperceptible exploration, a reverent mapping of forbidden territory. His fingers traced the soft curve where her breast met her ribs, a journey that sent shivers of anticipation racing up his spine.
“I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop,” he thought, his pulse thundering in his ears.
 
He was no longer just touching her; he was learning her, committing her shape to memory with a desperate, aching need. The urge to feel more, to know the complete weight and fullness of her breasts, was overwhelming. His fingers began to tremble as they slid, with agonizing slowness, towards the center, seeking to cup the perfect mound he had only dared to glimpse in the moonlight.
 
“What am I doing? Why is this so... impossible to resist?”
 
It was then that Kavya stirred. It wasn't a sudden awakening, but a slow, languid unfurling, like a cat stretching in a sunbeam.
 
He felt the change in her breathing, the subtle shift in her muscles. He froze, his heart hammering against his ribs, a thief caught in the act.
“Please… don’t wake up. Don’t pull away now.”

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