Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
Ravi shifted slightly, brushing her hair back from her face, their bodies molding perfectly together.
 
“I could stay like this forever… feeling her, holding her… nothing else matters.” 
 
The faint scent of her skin, the soft sound of her breath, the micro-press of her fingers on his chest reverberating like tiny drums against his ribs.
 
They lay there, completely present, every movement, every heartbeat, every brush of skin, an intimate conversation without words.
 
“This… this is everything,” Priya felt.
 
Her chest rising and falling against him, each tiny tremor of muscle, each sigh, each subtle shiver echoing in her mind as vividly as the sensation itself.
 
“I am his.
 
And he is mine.
 
And it is perfect.”
 
"I never imagined it would feel like this with you" she whispered, her eyes following the path of her fingers, tracing over the line of his chest and down along the curve of his ribs.
 
“It’s like every nerve in my body knows him… like I was made to be here, now, with him,” she thought.
 
"Being with you.
 
Being...
 
intimate like this."
 
"How does it feel?" Ravi asked softly, his own hand moving to trace along her side, following the curve from her ribs to her hip and back up again, feeling the subtle shiver under his fingertips, the slight arch of her body toward his touch.
 
“She reacts to me in ways I can feel with every fiber of myself… it’s intoxicating, overwhelming… I don’t want it to end,” watching the tiny tremor of her breath, the warmth of her skin radiating into his palm.
 
Priya was quiet for a moment, considering, letting the sensation build in her mind and body, her fingers pausing as they rested against him.
 
When she spoke, her voice was soft but certain.
 
"Like coming home," she said.
 
"Like finding something I didn't know I was missing.
 
Like...
 
rightness." “I never knew it could feel like this… safe and burning at the same time… all of me belongs here,” she thought, a shiver traveling from her spine down to her toes.
 
Ravi's hand cupped her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek, feeling the slight warmth, the softness of her skin, the faint tremor of anticipation in her jaw.