Chapter 161: Taste of Submission
Eren looked down at Yuki, who lay on the cool marble. Her pussy, red and swollen from their fierce loving, was wide open and glistening. He saw the pure hunger in her eyes, a hunger that matched the demand in her voice. He knew exactly what she wanted.
He reached into the warm, clear water of the pool beside them. He cupped his hands, gathering a small amount, then let it trickle onto her pussy. He then gently rubbed the water into her, spreading it over her wet folds, feeling her soft skin. The cool water mixed with her own heat, making her glisten even more. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his fingers worked.
With her pussy now slick and ready, Eren lowered his head slowly. He didn’t touch her right away. Instead, he hovered just above her, his breath warm on her sensitive skin. The air itself felt thick with anticipation. He could hear her breathing quicken, small gasps escaping her lips as she waited.
Then, he made his first touch. Not with his mouth, but with the very tip of his tongue. He gently brushed her sensitive clit, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt through her.
"Ohh!" Yuki gasped, her body arching sharply off the marble. Her hands, trembling with need, reached up and found his hair, gripping it tightly. She pulled his head closer, silently begging him to continue.
He ignored her silent plea for speed. He wanted to tease her, to build her need until she was screaming for his mouth. He moved his tongue in slow, circling motions around her clit, not pressing hard, but just enough to make her whimper. He traced the outer edges, then flicked the very tip, a maddeningly slow dance.
"Eren... please... your mouth... just take it..." she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper. Her fingers dug deeper into his hair, pulling, urging.
He continued to ignore her words, letting his tongue do the talking. He circled, he flicked, he traced. He tasted her, a mix of salty sweat and sweet, potent wetness. He heard her moans grow louder, more insistent, turning into small cries of frustration and pure yearning. He felt her hips lift off the floor, pushing her pussy harder against his mouth, trying to force him to deepen his touch.
He dipped his tongue into her, pulling it back out slowly, creating a gentle suction that made her cry out. He felt her wetness increase, warm and slick against his tongue. He wanted her completely soaked, completely lost.