Chapter 781 - 121 - Isiliraiellyn And Zeruel (3)
Zeruel’s gaze locked onto mine for a long, breathless moment. Her eyes shimmered, glassy with raw arousal, and her chest heaved, breath coming out in hot, uneven bursts. Her face had turned impossibly red—almost glowing like a sun-ripe tomato—and yet she didn’t look away. Instead, she let go of my penis just for a heartbeat, brought her slender palm up, and dragged her tongue slowly across it, coating it with her warm spit. Then, with a quick flick, she spat a little more onto her palm, making it glisten before she wrapped it around my cock again, resuming the motion.
Immediately, the difference was electric.
The wet heat from her saliva made every stroke feel molten, slick, and so damn alive. The rawness of her rough calluses—earned from relentless training—brushed and scraped lightly along my sensitive skin, adding a biting contrast that had pleasure racing like lightning up my spine. I couldn’t stop my body from reacting as my back arched slightly, breath catching in my throat as my cock throbbed in her hand.
"Haa... ha, ha... haa..."
Beside me, her breathing grew heavier and more ragged. I could hear each shaky gasp as well as each hitch in her chest. She was trying—fighting—to keep herself from getting too overwhelmed, but her trembling fingers betrayed her. Her hand clung to me, almost desperate, and her soft lips parted as heat flushed deeper across her face.
Then our eyes met again.
Those eyes were shimmering, wet with unshed tears of desire, her expression beautifully vulnerable. And before either of us could question it, our bodies leaned closer until our lips met in a kiss.
It was the first time Zeruel and I kissed.
At first, it was clumsy with her lips a bit stiff, her tongue hesitant, caught somewhere between surprise and nervousness. But gently, I guided her. My tongue traced against hers, coaxing, and inviting. Slowly, she relaxed, and her tongue moved, swirling shyly around mine.
"Mnnghhh...~ Mmm...! Mmm...~ mmmghhh...!"
She melted under the sensation, a breathy moan slipping out between our lips as her earlier restraint crumbled.
That unnecessary skill of mine—the one that could make a woman cum from touches and kisses alone—I let it do its work, eager to see her fall apart in my arms.