The air between them burned hotter with every breath. Her dupatta slid from her shoulders, pooling quietly, and his eyes followed the fall. His chest rose sharply—he wanted her, needed her—but he stayed still, holding himself back.
She saw it in his face, that ache, that hunger wrapped in love. Smiling faintly, she reached for the hem of her kameez. Her hands shook, but she didn’t stop. Slowly, she lifted it, inch by inch, until her skin showed, soft and glowing in the dim light. His gaze followed helplessly, as though nothing else in the world existed.
When her breasts came into view, covered only by the thin fabric of her bra, his breath caught. “God…” he whispered, rough, broken, reverent. She blushed, but instead of hiding, she leaned closer, offering herself.
His hand rose, trembling, then steady, cupping her over the fabric, feeling her warmth, her softness. She gasped, arching into his touch, her nipple already tightening beneath the cloth. The sound made him groan low, deep in his chest.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice shaking. That was all he needed. His fingers slid beneath the fabric, freeing her breast. The sight made his heart pound so hard it almost hurt. He lowered his mouth, lips brushing her skin, then closing around her nipple at last.
She moaned, clutching his hair, her body trembling with every lick, every suck, every slow graze of his tongue. The room filled with the fire of two bodies finally breaking years of restraint.
She saw it in his face, that ache, that hunger wrapped in love. Smiling faintly, she reached for the hem of her kameez. Her hands shook, but she didn’t stop. Slowly, she lifted it, inch by inch, until her skin showed, soft and glowing in the dim light. His gaze followed helplessly, as though nothing else in the world existed.
When her breasts came into view, covered only by the thin fabric of her bra, his breath caught. “God…” he whispered, rough, broken, reverent. She blushed, but instead of hiding, she leaned closer, offering herself.
His hand rose, trembling, then steady, cupping her over the fabric, feeling her warmth, her softness. She gasped, arching into his touch, her nipple already tightening beneath the cloth. The sound made him groan low, deep in his chest.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice shaking. That was all he needed. His fingers slid beneath the fabric, freeing her breast. The sight made his heart pound so hard it almost hurt. He lowered his mouth, lips brushing her skin, then closing around her nipple at last.
She moaned, clutching his hair, her body trembling with every lick, every suck, every slow graze of his tongue. The room filled with the fire of two bodies finally breaking years of restraint.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 17, 2025
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