Chapter 755: Ready, for real?

Her fingers curled into the furs. When his tongue traced the sensitive crease where thigh met hip a tiny, choked sound escaped before she clamped her mouth shut.

Sol lifted his head just enough to watch her face while his hand finally settled between her legs.

His two fingers slid through the wetness gathered there, parting the soft folds. He rubbed slow, thorough circles over her entrance without entering, feeling the tenacity of her flesh and how quickly the wetness coated his hand in warm strands compared to Veylara.

"This wet just from kissing and grinding," he murmured, voice rough with appreciation. "You really were starving."

Without waiting for her reply, he suddenly pushed one finger inside.

A soft, wet schlick accompanied the intrusion. Scorching, almost syrupy heat coated his finger instantly.

He added a second, then a third, curling them against the front wall and working them in a slow, searching rhythm.

Zephyra’s head was already tipped back. A long, shaky exhale left her mouth, but she forced the rest of the noise down, jaw tight, lips pressed together.

Though in contrast to her outer reaction, her inner muscles fluttered and clenched around his fingers in eager, uneven waves.

The wet squelch of his fingers moving inside her was filthy in the quiet room.

Sol watched every reaction... the way her stomach tensed, the way her breasts shifted with each breath, the way her thighs trembled when he pressed particularly deep.

"Still holding it in?" he asked, voice mild and almost conversational. "You’re doing better than I expected... for now."

A tiny, frustrated noise escaped through her nose. She turned her face slightly toward the furs, refusing to answer.

He stayed there for a long time, simply fingering her, learning the exact texture of her cunt, the places that made her breath catch, the rhythm that made fresh wetness spill over his wrist.

Every time a soft noise almost slipped free she bit it back, lips pressed white, eyes half-lidded with stubborn concentration.

"Come on, Shaman," he coaxed, curling his fingers more firmly. "Just one little sound. I won’t tell anyone."

She shook her head once, sharply, but the next stroke of his fingers dragged a short, broken nhh— out of her before she could stop it.

Seeing this Sol smiled and finally withdrew his which were shiny and dripping with her juices.

The wet sound of them leaving her was obscenely clear and arousing.

He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean without breaking eye contact, tasting the thick, mature flavor of her with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.

By now, Zephyra’s milky eyes had gone dark and her body shook violently with even a little bit of touch, seeing that he had an even wicked idea and shifted lower.

"Let’s see how long that silence lasts."

He settled on his stomach between her thighs and dragged his tongue up the center of her in one long, deliberate stroke.

This time she couldn’t suppress it all and the sound she made was almost painful but she still managed to suppress it.

Seeing this, instead of rushing he did it again, slower, parting her with his thumbs so he could lick deeper, tasting every fold, every soft ridge.

When he sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, a loud, helpless whimper broke free before she could stop it. Her hips arched off the furs with a rustle of pelts.

"There it is," he said against her, the words vibrating over her sensitive flesh. "That didn’t sound like self-control."

"Sh-shut... up..." she managed, voice already strained.

He held her down with one forearm across her lower stomach and kept going... licking, sucking, pushing his tongue inside her in deep, filthy thrusts while his free hand reached up to knead one soft breast, thumb rubbing rough circles over the tight nipple.

Wet, rhythmic sounds rose from between her legs: the soft schlup of his tongue, the quiet slick of his fingers when he pushed them back inside her, the increasingly desperate little noises she kept trying (and failing) to swallow.

He took his sweet time.

There was no rush to get his cock inside her. He wanted to wreck her with his mouth first.

He alternated between long, broad strokes of his tongue and focused, relentless suction on her clit, occasionally pushing two fingers back into her and curling them in time with his mouth.

Soft, broken sounds kept escaping her no matter how hard she tried to hold them... short gasps, choked whimpers, the occasional higher ah— that she cut off too late.

"I thought you weren’t going to make a sound," he murmured between licks, voice thick with amusement. "What happened to all that self-control, Shaman?"

"I— nhh— I’m not—" Another wet stroke of his tongue stole the rest of the sentence. Her thighs clamped around his head hard.

"Not what?" he asked, sucking firmly on her clit while his fingers stroked that swollen spot inside her. "Not moaning? Because it really sounds like you are."

Zephyra’s hands found his hair and held on tightly. She kept trying to stay quiet... biting her lip hard, turning her face into the furs, breathing through her nose in short, sharp pulls... but the sounds still came, short and helpless, growing louder and harder to contain the longer he sucked her.

"Sol— wait— ahh— that’s—"

"That’s what?" he prompted, never stopping. "Tell me. Use your words."

She couldn’t. A fresh, higher cry broke free as he curled his fingers harder and sealed his mouth over her clit again.

When he finally decided she had waited long enough, he closed his lips around the swollen nub and sucked hard while his fingers stroked firmly against that sensitive place inside her.

Zephyra’s restraint shattered completely.

A sharp, open cry tore from her throat as she came—"Ah—!"—raw and uncontrolled. Her whole body arched off the bed. A rush of wetness flooded his tongue and chin with a soft, audible spill.

He kept licking her through it, slower now, gentler, drawing out every last pulse while she shook and made small, broken sounds she no longer had the strength to hold back.

Only when she was trembling and trying to twist away from the oversensitivity did he lift his head, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and rise to his knees.

He looked down at her... flushed, breathing hard, lips parted... and smiled.

"Not a whimper, you said."

Zephyra stared up at him with resentful look, chest heaving, and her almost watering, though it was unknown whether it was due to failing the challenge or extreme pleasure just now.

Seeing this he knew it was time to stop, after all it was just bedtime fun between couples in bed, no need to take it too far.

He pulled Zephyra up and held her back against his chest, positioning her body so she was sitting in his lap, her back resting against his torso, her long, plush legs parted wide over his thighs.

He reached down, gripping his thick cock, and guided the broad head directly between her soaking, swollen pussy lips.

The scalding, wet heat of her pussy against his cockhead made Sol let out a low, ragged growl.

"Ready, for real?" Sol whispered in her ear, his thick arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her back tight against his chest.