08-12-2025, 08:44 PM
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The Drive Home – Part 6 (The Final Part)
The soft hum of the Mini Cooper's engine filled the car, almost drowned out by the quiet tension building between them. The air was thick with unspoken words, every subtle shift of their bodies amplifying the electricity that seemed to hum just beneath the surface of their skin.
Ravi’s hand remained on Priya’s breast, still firm but gentle, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of her saree as if he was memorizing the shape of her, feeling the contours of her body.
Priya’s breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the rising tide of desire inside her.
Her eyes flickered open briefly, catching glimpses of Ravi's face, but she quickly closed them again, as if shielding herself from the intensity of their shared intimacy.
Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, the hunger to be closer to him, the thrill of the forbidden touch, yet a gnawing sensation at the back of her mind that told her to stop, to pull back, to remember where they were and who was driving in front of them.
"I want this… but should I? We’re so close… he’s so close…" Priya thought, the conflict playing out in her mind with each beat of her heart.
She felt his fingers move again, mercilessly kneading the soft mounds of her breasts with his both hands. The sensation was unlike anything she’d felt before, gentle yet possessive, intimate yet distant, a feeling that lingered in the quiet air of the car.
Ravi, for his part, was lost in the moment, his senses attuned only to her. His fingers grazed across the softness of her breast, exploring every inch of the delicate skin beneath her saree.
He longed to unbutton her blouse, to feel the soft, warm curve of her breasts beneath his fingers, but a moment of hesitation kept him in check.
He didn’t want to rush her, to scare her and risk losing everything they’d built up to this point.
He wanted to take his time, to let her feel the tension, to make sure that Priya Didi completely wanted him, that she would be the one to ask for it when the time was right.
The soft hum of the Mini Cooper's engine filled the car, almost drowned out by the quiet tension building between them. The air was thick with unspoken words, every subtle shift of their bodies amplifying the electricity that seemed to hum just beneath the surface of their skin.
Ravi’s hand remained on Priya’s breast, still firm but gentle, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of her saree as if he was memorizing the shape of her, feeling the contours of her body.
Priya’s breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the rising tide of desire inside her.
Her eyes flickered open briefly, catching glimpses of Ravi's face, but she quickly closed them again, as if shielding herself from the intensity of their shared intimacy.
Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, the hunger to be closer to him, the thrill of the forbidden touch, yet a gnawing sensation at the back of her mind that told her to stop, to pull back, to remember where they were and who was driving in front of them.
"I want this… but should I? We’re so close… he’s so close…" Priya thought, the conflict playing out in her mind with each beat of her heart.
She felt his fingers move again, mercilessly kneading the soft mounds of her breasts with his both hands. The sensation was unlike anything she’d felt before, gentle yet possessive, intimate yet distant, a feeling that lingered in the quiet air of the car.
Ravi, for his part, was lost in the moment, his senses attuned only to her. His fingers grazed across the softness of her breast, exploring every inch of the delicate skin beneath her saree.
He longed to unbutton her blouse, to feel the soft, warm curve of her breasts beneath his fingers, but a moment of hesitation kept him in check.
He didn’t want to rush her, to scare her and risk losing everything they’d built up to this point.
He wanted to take his time, to let her feel the tension, to make sure that Priya Didi completely wanted him, that she would be the one to ask for it when the time was right.
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