Chapter 164: inter the pool
Eren’s eyes followed Yuki’s gaze to the shimmering, blue-lit pool beside them. The steam rising from the water created a soft, inviting haze. The idea of being in the cool, enveloping liquid while still joined to her sent a fresh surge of heat through him. He felt his dick throb inside her, sensing the new adventure.
With a final, deep thrust, Yuki lifted herself off him, pulling his dick free with a soft, wet schlick. She then rose to her feet, her body glistening with sweat and their shared fluids. She was breathtaking, every curve and line of her body speaking of raw power and undeniable beauty. He pushed himself up as well, his muscles aching but already hardening again at the sight of her.
Yuki moved to the edge of the pool, her bare feet silent on the cool marble. She paused, looking back at him, a silent invitation in her dark eyes. Eren followed, his body still humming with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.
She stopped at the very edge, then turned to him. "Sit here," she commanded softly, gesturing to the marble lip of the pool.
Eren complied, lowering himself onto the smooth, cool stone. His legs dangled into the warm water, which immediately enveloped his calves and feet in a comforting embrace. His dick, still hard and standing proudly, was now exposed, glistening in the soft blue light.
Yuki knelt before him, her eyes, dark and penetrating, fixed directly on his dick. She studied it for a long moment, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. Her gaze moved from the thick base to the swollen head, tracing every curve, every vein, as if reading a map. The intensity of her stare alone made him twitch.
Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached out. Her fingers, cool and slender, wrapped around the base of his dick, her thumb gently caressing his balls. Her touch was light, almost tender, yet incredibly firm. She began to stroke him, her hand moving slowly up and down his shaft.
"Ohh... mmph..." Eren moaned, a low, guttural sound that he couldn’t hold back.
She continued, her pace agonizingly slow. Her hand moved with a sensual grace, each stroke long and drawn out. She used the full length of her palm and fingers, coating him in a fresh layer of slickness from their previous joining. He felt the firm pressure, the warm slide of her skin against his. She worked him, slowly, deliberately, driving him wild with her careful attention.