Chapter 139: TUNA 2
Luna’s whispered command, "Put it in, Veilwalker," vibrated through Eren, a stark contrast to the gentle touches she had just bestowed. The raw invitation, combined with her clinging body, ignited a fresh wave of desire within him. He gripped her thighs, feeling the smooth silk beneath his hands.
He positioned himself carefully, the slick head of his cock nudging against the wet lips of her pussy. She tightened her legs around his waist, guiding him, her breath catching in her throat. He pushed slowly, feeling the exquisite resistance, the gentle stretching as he entered her.
"Ohh..." Luna sighed, her grip on his neck tightening. It was a sound of pure relief, a soft, welcoming moan that resonated deep within him.
He continued to slide in, inch by agonizing inch, savoring the feeling of her body taking him in, hot and tight. He paused when he was fully inside, deep within her. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, her chest pressing against his. Her eyes, dark with passion, met his.
He began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust, feeling her inner muscles clench around him. She moaned again, a little louder this time, her head falling back slightly, her silver hair cascading down his arms. Her hands tightened their grip around his neck, her nails gently digging into his skin.
"Mmm... yes... just like that..." she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.
He continued his slow rhythm, each thrust deep and meaningful, allowing her to feel every inch of him. He could feel her wetness making their connection even slicker, making each movement smooth and intensely pleasurable. She began to bounce gently on his dick, her small movements making the feelings stronger, her soft moans filling the dimly lit chamber.
He slowed his pace even further, almost to a stop, just enough to stay inside her. He watched her face, seeing the play of feelings flickering across her features – pleasure, wanting, a hint of giving in. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers.
"You feel good, Luna," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
She responded with a soft kiss, her lips parting slightly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, a slow, sensual dance that mirrored their movements below. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with hers, and then he deliberately let a drop of saliva trail from his lips to hers, a raw, intimate gesture. Her eyes darkened further, a spark of wildness igniting within them.
He began to pick up the pace again, his thrusts becoming a little deeper, a little faster. Luna met his rhythm, her hips moving with increasing urgency, her moans growing louder, more unrestrained. She was no longer just swaying; she was actively bouncing on his dick, her movements becoming more pronounced, her pleasure evident in every gasp and cry.