27-01-2026, 06:02 PM
Ravi could smell her more strongly here, the natural scent of her body, warm and feminine and utterly intoxicating.
His teeth caught the final hook, and as he worked at it, his forehead pressed more firmly against the underside of her breasts.
He could feel their weight, could feel how soft and full they were, could feel the way they moved with each shaky breath she took.
Priya was lost in sensation.
Her entire world had narrowed to the feeling of his face against her body, his breath on her skin, the gentle pressure of his teeth working at the hook.
Her hands in his hair trembled, her legs barely able to hold her weight.
"Please," she whispered, not even knowing what she was asking for.
"Please, Ravi..."
The final hook resisted for a long moment, and then, suddenly, it gave way.
And there, in the golden morning light, with her blouse undone completely hook by hook.
Her radiant skin revealed slowly, and his lips worshiping every inch, the intimacy, teasing, desire, and anticipation reached a slow, simmering crescendo.
The blouse fell completely open.
The two sides separated, hanging loose from her shoulders, held on only by the sleeves still around her arms.
The entire front of her torso was revealed, her breasts cupped in beautiful lace, her bare midriff, the elegant curve of her waist.
Ravi remained kneeling, his face still pressed against her stomach, breathing hard, his entire body taut with barely restrained desire.
Priya stood above him, trembling, exposed, beautiful beyond words.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then slowly, reverently, Ravi pulled back to look at what he'd revealed.
And forgot how to breathe.
The day ahead, uninterrupted, full of closeness, passion, and surrender, stretched before them like a promise, and both of them knew with certainty that today, there would be nothing but each other, nothing but play, teasing, touch, and love.
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