Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
His fingers brushed higher along her waist, teasing the smooth skin under the fabric, sliding upward toward her ribs, feeling the subtle rise and fall of her body as her breathing deepened. Every contact, every tiny touch, made the air between them crackle with unspoken desire.
 
"She’s so close… too close to think straight."
"And I don’t want to."
 
Ravi’s hands traveled with care, never rushing, never demanding, exploring the curve of her lower back and the gentle swell of her butt, lingering on the softness of her ass as it pressed against him.
 
He felt her small, subtle responses, the micro-tilt of her pelvis, the tiny sigh in her breath, the way her hands trembled slightly on the counter, all signs of her awareness of him, of the intimacy they were building in this quiet, deliberate way.
 
"Every inch of her is speaking to me… and I can’t stop listening."
 
She arched into him almost imperceptibly, and he let his chest press harder, feeling the weight of her full breasts against him, the firmness, the warmth, the intoxicating softness.
 
His hands traced slowly upward, along the side of her torso, never rushing, always attentive, memorizing the delicate slope of her waist, the curve of her hips, the smooth skin that vanished under the saree fabric.
 
The simple act of holding her like this, pressing against her without needing more, felt like a confession in itself.
 
"I want to memorize every curve… every subtle shift…"
 
Her hair brushed his cheek as she leaned back into him, a soft, sensual wave of scent and warmth that made him dizzy with desire.
 
Every movement, every slight press of her body into his, every breath they shared, heightened the electric intimacy of the moment.
 
They were suspended in this private rhythm, the world outside fading into nothing as their bodies communicated more than words ever could.
 
"This is everything… every second with her."
"And yet… it’s not enough."
 
Priya’s breath quickened, and she instinctively moved her arms, reaching around his neck, pulling herself even closer. She could feel every breath, every whisper of air that passed between them.
 
Her chest rose and fell in sync with his, the tension building between them not in a rush, but in an ever-deepening pull toward each other.