Chapter 170: The Grip
Eren held Yuki in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her body pliant and warm against his. He looked into her heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the deep satisfaction there, but also a lingering challenge, a silent dare for him to push her further. His dick, still hard from her furious ride, pulsed with renewed desire. He had to meet her intensity, to drive her to even greater heights.
He began to move, slowly at first, a deep, deliberate thrust. His hips pushed upward, burying his dick deep inside her, feeling her stretch around him, warm and wet. He pulled back almost entirely, then drove in again, just as slowly, filling her completely.
"Mmm... ohh..." Yuki moaned, a low, drawn-out sound that vibrated through his chest as she clung to him. Her hands, tangled in his hair, pressed his head closer to her shoulder.
He took his time, savoring every inch of the sensation. He moved with a languid, sensual rhythm, pushing in, holding, then pulling out, letting the pressure build, then releasing it, only to build it again. Her inner muscles clenched around him with each slow thrust, milking his dick, sending waves of profound pleasure through his core. He could feel her warmth enveloping him, a living, breathing embrace that pulled him deeper into the moment.
He leaned down, pressing his chest against her firm breasts. He found her nipple, still hard and prominent, and lowered his mouth to it. He began to suck, slowly, drawing on her with a soft, pulling motion. Her nipple instantly responded, swelling further in his mouth, a sweet torment.
"Ahhh! Oh, God! Yes! Both... oh, God!" she cried out, her voice a breathless gasp as pleasure ripped through her. Her body arched in his arms, pressing her breast more firmly into his mouth as he continued his deep, slow thrusts.
He continued to suck, increasing the pressure slightly, drawing deeper on her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it, then flicked out to caress the sensitive skin. His other hand found her free breast, cupping it gently, his thumb teasing its erect nipple, rolling it lightly between his fingers. He was a conductor of sensation, orchestrating her pleasure with every movement of his mouth, hands, and hips.
"Don’t stop... never stop... ohh, Eren... you’re so good!" she pleaded, her voice tearing with pleasure. She gripped his hair tighter, pulling him deeper onto her breast, while her legs wrapped even more firmly around his waist, locking him to her.
He varied his thrusts, sometimes slow and deep, sometimes adding a slight grind, twisting inside her. Each movement elicited a fresh wave of moans and gasps from Yuki. He felt her wetness pouring over him, hot and slick, making every thrust smooth and incredibly intense. He held her close, feeling her body convulse against his with every deep penetration. He pushed into her, watching her face, seeing the pure, raw pleasure twist her features, her head thrown back, her throat exposed.