Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

.

 
Amit’s lips traveled lower, to her collarbone, where his warm breath hit below her neckline, just at her cleavage, sending a shiver through her body. He kissed her there, his lips pressing firmly, almost possessively.
 
The pressure of his lips made Priya feel that all-too-familiar rush, but it was hard to ignore the echo of Ravi’s hands on her, the way he had held her so closely, so rawly.
 
"Amit’s kiss here is sweet. It’s the kiss of a husband. It’s safe. But when Ravi kissed me here… it felt like he wanted more. It felt like I was wanted, needed. I felt his desire in the way he touched me. I felt it in my body, deep in my bones."
 
Her hands were at Amit’s chest now, but they felt heavy, unresponsive. "Why can’t I just feel this moment with him? Why can’t I be the woman he wants me to be? Why am I so torn?"
 
Amit’s lips found her neck again, his hands sliding beneath the silk of her nightgown, brushing against her skin.
 
His touch was familiar, soothing, but it didn’t spark the fire she longed for. Priya felt her body react, but it wasn’t the reaction she wanted. It wasn’t the kind of fire she had felt with Ravi.
 
His lips moved up, toward her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
 
"I should feel that. I should feel that love. I should feel that connection. But all I can think of is how Ravi’s lips felt on my ear. How his breath against my skin made me lose control. How he made me feel things I didn’t even know I could feel."
 
Amit kissed her ear gently, the soft caress of his lips igniting something deep within her, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t Ravi.
 
"Why do I feel so torn?"
 
Priya’s hands moved up to Amit’s neck, pulling him closer as his lips sought hers once more, his kiss now more insistent, more demanding.
 
He kissed her harder, deeper, his hands sliding beneath her nightgown, his fingers finding the small of her back.
 
His touch was everywhere, warm and intimate, pulling her in, trying to ground her, while his other hand pressed against her breasts, pressing passionately, preparing her for something more.
 

.