Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Their mouths moved in concert, slow and intense, lingering in every press and every parting. It was a kiss that held years of longing, moments of restraint, and the pure joy of finally being able to give in without fear.
 
Priya’s fingers threaded through his hair, and he rested his hands lightly on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body, the soft pulse of her heart against his. Every second stretched, drawn out, deepened, until it felt like they had surrendered to time itself.
 
When they finally pulled back slightly, foreheads resting together, eyes half-lidded with heat and wonder, the air between them vibrated with unspoken acknowledgment. They had kissed fully, freely, with knowledge and consent, and the world could not touch them now.
 
Priya’s breath came in soft, shivering waves, and she could feel her cheeks warm from the intensity of the kiss. Ravi’s lips lingered near hers, brushing against her temple, as though he could not bear to let go of even a fraction of that intimacy.
 
Both of them were trembling with the realization that the other had matched their desire completely, that restraint was no longer necessary, and that closeness could be allowed, fully, without fear or ambiguity.
 
It was a kiss that had depth, tenderness, and a raw, beautiful intensity, the perfect meeting of longing and willingness, a moment that would be remembered, savored, and carried in both their bodies long after the kitchen had returned to normal.
 
Ravi rested his forehead against her head for a heartbeat longer, letting the warmth of her cheek brush against his skin. Priya’s hands stayed lightly on his hands, fingertips tracing circles that mirrored the rhythm of her heartbeat.
 
Neither wanted to pull away; neither wanted to break the delicate current between them.
 
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Ravi slid one hand down her arm, feeling the soft give of her skin beneath his fingers. Priya’s breath hitched at the touch, a gentle tremor of excitement and relief that he was here, fully present, fully aware of her.
 
She turned towards him and leaned a fraction closer, her lips grazing his again, a whisper of a kiss, delicate and intimate, just enough to remind them both of the fire beneath their calm exteriors.