Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Priya shuddered slightly at the sensation, a soft breath escaping her lips as her body responded to his touch.
 
"Ravi..." she whispered, her voice barely a breath, filled with so much longing that it almost caught in her throat. Her hands slid lower on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingers, each beat synchronizing with her own.
 
Ravi paused for a moment, his lips hovering above her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her skin, the delicate tremor in her voice a clear signal of the intensity of what was building between them.
 
His hands moved to the small of her back again, pulling her ever closer, feeling the soft curve of her waist, her body fitting into his like a missing piece of a puzzle they’d been solving for what felt like a lifetime.
 
The kitchen was silent except for the soft sound of their breathing, two bodies, two hearts, finally meeting at the same pace. Ravi slowly, carefully, moved his lips back to her neck, this time with a gentle insistence.
 
His kisses deepened, slowly, as if testing the waters, allowing Priya to decide, allowing her body to tell him how much she wanted more, how much she trusted him in this intimate space.
 
And when she didn't pull away, when her body softened against him, he knew that there was nothing left but to enjoy this shared moment, to savor every touch, every kiss, without rushing.
 
Time seemed to dissolve. There was only the sound of their kissing, the rhythmic pulse of their breaths, and the steady thrum of their hearts, all entwining in this slow, tender moment where they didn’t have to say anything, they simply were.
 
Neither of them wanted to rush. Every kiss, every touch, felt like it was the first and last, and so they savored it all, each moment, each breath, knowing that this, right here, was everything.
 
 “This is real,” she thought.
“And it’s happening slowly enough that I can feel every second of it.”
 
“I’ve wanted this,” Priya realized, the truth settling gently rather than crashing in.
“Not just the kiss. The way he’s here with me.”
 
They stayed like that, close, connected, unafraid of the stillness.
 
No rush.
No need to go further.
Just the profound relief of finally allowing themselves to be exactly where they were.
 
And as they stood there, still close, still breathing together, both of them knew the same thing with quiet certainty:
 
This wasn’t a breaking of boundaries, it was expanding the boundaries.
 

It was the beginning of trust taking shape, slowly, deliberately, and with love that had waited long enough to be felt fully.

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