Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi’s hands slid gently around her waist, slightly pressing, claiming, and holding, letting her feel his steady heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt.
 
Priya rested her palms on the counter, her back curved slightly into him, every inch of her aware of the heat, the closeness, the weight of longing that had finally found release.
 
Slowly, almost reverently, Ravi placed his lips against the nape of her neck, the kiss soft, exploratory.
 
Priya’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly as warmth pooled through her. He lingered, letting her feel the gentle insistence of his presence, every second stretching like honey, savoring the way she leaned back into him willingly, completely.
 
Then he moved his chin to her shoulder, pressing another soft kiss, lingering with the same patient care, before letting his lips drift across her cheek, feeling the shiver of delight that ran through her body with each tender press.
 
Priya closed her eyes, letting herself surrender to the moment, to the slow, delicious intimacy, to the certainty that he wanted her with the same quiet, steady longing she felt.
 
Her hands held his hands wrapped around her belly, feeling the warmth of his hands on her navel, stomach and belly.
 
She could hear his heartbeat matching it with her own, and for a long stretch, they stayed there like that, paused in time, drinking in the warmth, the safety, and the exquisite sweetness of being completely seen and completely desired.
 
No words were needed. Every motion, every brush of skin, every sigh was a sentence, a confession, a reassurance, a declaration.
 
The kitchen, the counter, the flour, the rising steam from the chapatis, became the backdrop for the intimacy of their slow, deliberate, and fully mutual surrender to longing and love.
 
And in that shared space, they both knew, beyond any shadow of doubt, that every restraint, every patient pause, every moment of careful closeness had led them here, to each other, fully willing, fully present, fully alive in this quiet, perfect union.
 
The kitchen seemed to grow warmer, the soft hum of the fan above them now feeling distant compared to the intimate quiet that had settled between them.