Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

 
"Mmm," Ravi murmured sleepily, his arms tightening around her.
 
"Don't move.
 
Not yet." “She’s perfect… hers… all of her… stay… I want this forever…”
 
Priya smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
 
"We should probably..."
 
"Stay exactly like this forever?" he suggested, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
 
“Yes… forever… hers… mine… perfect…”
 
"I was going to say clean up," she said, laughing softly.
 
"But your idea sounds better."
 
Reluctantly, they separated, and both of them gasped slightly at the sensation of him slipping free from her body, leaving her feeling suddenly empty.
 
“Already… I miss him… still mine… I want him close…”
 
Priya started to get up, but Ravi stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.
 
"Let me," he said softly.
 
"Let me take care of you."
 
He disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, damp cloth.
 
With tender care, he cleaned her, gentle and thorough, his touch reverent even in this practical task, “Every inch… hers… perfect… soft… warm…”
 
When he was done, he cleaned himself quickly, then climbed back into bed, pulling her close.
 
The warmth of his body pressed into hers, the familiar closeness making her pulse race again.
 
“Still here… still mine… never letting go…”
 
"We have all day," Priya whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
 
"What should we do?"
 
Ravi’s hand moved to cup her shoulder, thumb brushing her collarbone, fingertips grazing the curve of her neck, and she felt the familiar tension of desire building, subtle but undeniable.
 
His hand now moved to cup her breast, thumb brushing across her nipple, and she felt him beginning to harden against her thigh.
 
“Still wanting… hers… more than ever… yes… perfect…”
 
"I have a few ideas," he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar edge of playful desire.
 
“Play… tease… hers… mine… perfect… all of her… yes…”
 
And as his mouth found hers again, as his hands traced circles on her warm breasts towards the nipples, teasing paths along, as they lost themselves in the sensuous rhythm of touch and lingering kisses, Priya knew that this day, this perfect, beautiful day that belonged only to them, was just the beginning of something profound, something lasting, something utterly right.
 
They had found each other.
 
And they would never let go.
 
 

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