The tension between them hung thick in the air, and Jeevan, sensing the subtle shift in Kiara's demeanor, couldn't resist pushing things just a bit further. He smiled to himself, knowing she wasn't one to shy away from a little playful challenge.
Kiara, still standing before him, watched his every move with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The soft scent of mango filled the space between them, the juice still glistening on her fingers. Jeevan's gaze lowered, noticing the small drop of mango juice that had pooled at the curve of her navel, and an idea formed in his mind.
Before Kiara could react, he leaned forward slightly, his hand reaching out once again. His fingers, still sticky with mango, gently traced the edge of her saree, brushing just over her navel where the juice had gathered. The coolness of his touch mixed with the warmth of her skin, and Kiara's breath caught in the quiet intensity of the moment.
Without breaking eye contact, Jeevan slowly rubbed the mango juice across her navel, the sticky sweetness spreading across her smooth skin in a playful, almost teasing gesture. He could see the slight shiver in her body, the way her breath hitched for a split second as she felt the touch.
"Seems like you've got a little something here," Jeevan said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper, as he lightly traced his finger around her navel in lazy circles, smearing the juice just a little further. The sensation was light and playful, not overly intimate, but charged with the fun tension between them.
Kiara stood still, but her heart raced. She felt the unexpected warmth of the moment-the tingling sensation left by the cool mango juice on her skin, combined with the intimate proximity of Jeevan. She met his gaze, her eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and something more.
Jeevan, seeing her reaction, took a step closer, his face now inches from her body. His playful grin never faltered as he lowered his head just slightly, as if considering something. Kiara felt his breath on her skin, a soft warmth that sent another shiver down her spine.
And then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Jeevan leaned forward, his nose gently brushing against her skin. His breath lingered, warm and soft, as he playfully wiped away the mango juice, using the tip of his nose instead of his fingers. The gesture was light, almost teasing, as he brushed his old wrinkly nose along her navel with slow, deliberate movements, just grazing her skin.
Kiara's breath caught once more, her eyes closing for a brief moment, as the intimate touch-the gentle caress of his nose against her skin-sent a wave of unexpected sensation through her. Her hands instinctively rested at her sides, her body still but her pulse quickened, betraying the effect this playful moment had on her.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with a knowing, almost predatory gleam, but there was a softness to his smile as well. "Almost clean," he said, his voice low and teasing, but with an undertone of something more serious.
Kiara opened her eyes, finding him close enough that she could feel the heat of his body. She gave a soft laugh, a mixture of surprise and something else. "You're unbelievable, Jeevan," she said, her voice light but edged with a hint of challenge.
Jeevan simply smirked, not backing away. "I do try," he replied, his tone playful, but there was something in his gaze that hinted at deeper interest.
Kiara raised an eyebrow, the playful tension still hanging between them. "Well, we'll see how long you can keep this up," she said, her voice daring, yet with an undercurrent of something more-a challenge neither of them was quite ready to let go of.
Jeevan's eyes never left Kiara as he took a step closer, the faint scent of mango still lingering in the air. The juice on her navel, glistening against her skin, seemed to beckon him.
With a grin that spoke of mischief, Jeevan leaned forward, his movements slow and deliberate. Kiara could feel his proximity, the heat of his presence sending a thrill through her. He didn't break eye contact as he gently leaned in, his breath warm against her skin.
Without a word, Jeevan reached out, his fingertips grazing just below her navel, where the mango juice had pooled. He swept his hand gently, cleaning the sticky residue in slow circles, just barely touching her skin. The touch was light, teasing, and Kiara's breath hitched as she felt the coolness of his fingers combined.
Kiara's lips curved into a teasing smile. "Maybe you're the one who made the mess," she replied, her voice light but her eyes filled with challenge. Her body still tingled from the brief contact, but she maintained her composure.
Jeevan's smile deepened, and without another word, he lowered his face closer to her, brushing his old lips gently along her navel, making sure to wipe away the last of the mango juice with the softest of touches. He stuck out his old tongue deep into her T shaped navel. He rotated his tongue like a drill into her navel. "Uhhh uhhh uhhh," she moaned. He gripped her hips to hold her in place as he devoured her navel monsterously licking away. The gesture was playful, his lips lingering for just a second longer than necessary, and Kiara couldn't help but shiver at the unexpected intimacy of it.
When he pulled back, his grin was wide and satisfied, but there was also a new depth in his eyes-an understanding that the playful tension between them had shifted ever so slightly.
"Clean as a whistle," he said with a wink, though his voice carried a more serious undertone now, as if the moment had left something unsaid between them.
Kiara blinked, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across her face. "You really know how to make an impression," she teased, but there was something more behind her words now. She wasn't sure what to make of the moment-whether to laugh it off or let it linger in the air between them.
Jeevan stood up straight, his eyes still on her. "I try," he said with a smirk, but his voice was softer now, less playful, as if the moment had shifted from a simple joke to something that felt much more charged.
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