06-12-2025, 02:06 AM
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His fingertips brushed lightly over her navel, the small indentation so soft beneath his touch. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the faint pulse beneath, the small rise and fall of her breath.
Every shift of her body was mirrored by a subtle shift in his own, a tension that was building between them, hard to ignore.
"It’s so soft… delicate… and so responsive to the lightest touch… why does this feel like the most natural thing in the world?"
Priya’s breath hitched very softly, though it was imperceptible to Amit, absorbed in his drive. Her eyes remained closed, her face angled toward the window, as though she were asleep. But inside, she was far from it.
She was immersed in the sensation of his touch, each gentle stroke of his fingers making her body tingle in ways she hadn’t allowed herself to feel before. Her pulse quickened, an almost imperceptible tremor that vibrated through her entire body.
But she kept her eyes shut, her head tilting back slightly, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as if she were caught between reality and a dream, between something she should feel ashamed of and something she had never allowed herself to desire before.
"God… his fingers… tracing the curve of my belly… it feels so good… this softness… this hidden secret between us… no one knows but us…"
Ravi’s hand slowly explored her navel again, this time tracing the outline once more before pressing a little firmer, testing the sensitivity of the soft skin.
Her body responded instantly, a tiny shiver running through her, but she didn’t move, didn’t pull away, didn’t make a sound. Her body had already decided that it was too late for any kind of retreat.
But in her mind, Amit’s presence felt like a weight, a warning, and Priya hesitated, pulling her hand slightly away from his wrist.
Her eyes flickered open, and she quickly glanced toward the front seat. Amit’s focus was entirely on the road, unaware of what was unfolding in the back.
Priya’s heartbeat quickened, and for a brief moment, she pulled her body away from his touch, just enough to create a space between them, as if to catch her breath, to regain control.
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