Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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The air was thick with something more, an undercurrent of something tender and longing, and then, without another word, he reached for her. His hand found the small of her back, drawing her toward him in a movement that felt like a promise.
 
Their lips met again, this time, it wasn’t playful or teasing. It was deeper, more intimate, an unspoken yearning carried in the press of their mouths.
 
The kiss held quiet intensity, a slow melding of warmth and softness, their bodies instinctively aligning as if they had been doing this for years. His fingers brushed over the nape of her neck, pulling her closer, while her hands slid to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her palm.
 
They stayed like that for a few minutes, each moment stretching, growing deeper as the kiss went on, a gentle exploration of each other’s presence, their lips soft but insistent.
 
Slowly, almost reluctantly, they pulled apart, the space between them humming with the lingering taste of their kiss.
 
Naveen leaned back slightly, his smile playful as he caught his breath.
“This kiss feels fresh after we brush our teeth,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
 
Kavya raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
“What about the previous one?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful curiosity.
 
He laughed softly, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“That one was a dirty kiss,” he said with a wink.
 
Kavya rolled her eyes, but her grin was wide.
 
“I should’ve known,” she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow. “Always keeping it classy, Dr. Naveen.”
 
He chuckled, pulling her close again, their faces inches apart as he brushed his lips lightly against hers.
 
“Classy’s overrated,” he whispered, before kissing her again, soft and sweet, the playful banter melting into the warmth between them.
 
Kavya smirked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“So, which one do you like better?” she asked, her voice light but laced with a challenge, as if she were daring him to pick.
 
Naveen tilted his head, his gaze soft but thoughtful as he looked at her. He took a moment, running a hand through his hair before meeting her eyes.
 
“Well, the dirty kiss…” he began with a playful grin, “that one feels raw, like it’s unfiltered. It’s got a kind of hunger to it. But this… this kiss is different.” He paused, his smile deepening.
 
“It’s like a new flavor, fresh and sweet… like something I want to savor slowly.” He moved closer, his voice lowering just slightly. “But honestly, anything and everything with you, I love it.”

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