Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Every subtle dip and rise of her breasts, the tautness of her waist, the softness of her skin, the curve leading down to her hips, drew his gaze, unrelenting.
 
Her hair, dark and lustrous, spilled in soft waves down her back, brushing lightly against his chest as she leaned back. The faint scent of jasmine mixed with the warm bread and flour, a heady combination that made his pulse quicken.
 
His gaze traced the delicate angle of her jaw, the smooth curve of her cheek, the softness of her lips, the exposed waist beneath the dark fabric, and the glint of mischief and calm in her eyes even when closed.
Every fold of fabric, every shadow and highlight on her skin seemed magnified, every detail a silent promise.
 
"I can’t… I can’t look away."
"Every inch of her is demanding attention… even without asking."
 
His lips brushed the side of her neck.
Not lingering.
Not demanding.
Just a soft, exploratory kiss that sent a shiver winding down her spine.
 
Priya closed her eyes. Savoring every single moment of that time, feeling the touch and the kisses.
 
Her head tilted instinctively, giving him space without asking for more.
 
Her hands tightened briefly on the counter, grounding herself in the cool surface as sensation rippled through her.
 
The warmth of his body, the faint weight of him pressing against her, the sound of her own slowed breathing, it all felt magnified, electric.
 
Ravi followed with another kiss, higher this time, near her jaw, then the gentle press of his lips against her cheek.
 
His breath was warm, steady, a whisper against the pulse of her skin. The scent of him, soap, flour, something uniquely his, lingered in the small space between them.
 
He rested his chin on her shoulder.
Not taking. Just being there.
 
She lifted one hand, closing it lightly over his forearm, slightly pulling him closer, holding his hand firmly. Just acknowledging him. The slight tension in her fingers, the warmth of his skin beneath her palm, sent another ripple of awareness through her.
 
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing together, the day settling around them.
 
This wasn’t urgency. This was want held carefully, like holding a flame in cupped hands.
 
The quiet hum of the refrigerator, the faint ticking of the wall clock, even the residual warmth from the stove, all of it became part of their rhythm, a shared silence that spoke louder than words ever could.
 
When he finally kissed her cheek again, soft, lingering, she smiled, eyes still closed.
 
“Dinner’s ready,” she murmured.
He smiled too, unseen but felt.
“Yes, I am feeling it” he said quietly.
“Ummm…”
 
And for now
That was enough.

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