Free Web NovelChapter 170: Spent (R-18)
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Zyair’s eyebrows bunched up in surprise, his head moved backwards. This wasn’t what he was expecting her to say.
"You don’t have to Sky." He tenderly brushed away her crimson locks, his eyes ever softening for her.
"It’s not about that. I want to, if it’s not a problem for you. Because I am not sure if you want that kind of intimacy after everything you have been through. I just wish to touch you."
Skyla didn’t want to overstep his boundaries, knowing the amount of abuse and forced sex he went through for an extended period.
But she had dreamt of this man on countless nights. Does he even know how smitten and beguiled she has been of him?
Slightly dazed at her words, he offers her his handsome cherished smile. His nose connected with hers.
"You are the only woman I yearn and burn for. Every part of my body is yours to touch and claim, I will never stop you. So go ahead, touch me wherever you please," He informs her in that alluringly tempting voice of his.
Regarding her, showering her with his truth, blanketing her with it. Her heart eased at his confessions.
"Guide me, will you? I have never done this," she gingerly asked, her body shaking with this new anticipation, deepening the blush on her cheeks.
Zyair teasingly smiled, those cheeks of hers always prompted him to ravish them. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Clasping her fragile hand in his firm one he guided her inside towards unfamiliar territory for her.
His large palm against the back of her hand as he let her wandering fingers graze his manhood. Skyla sharply panted as she gripped his veiny hardness for the first time.
Zyair groaned, his darkened lusty orbs close at the erotic satisfaction her simple touch brought him.
His hand steered her, slowly, ardently. From his engorged tip to his thick base. His scalding skin felt so deliciously good in her cold hands as she navigated her fingers up and down while her eyes remained transfixed on his immaculately soothing face. Small beads of perspiration were appearing on his forehead.
Zyair’s teeth clenched as he restrained himself from not rolling her over and invading her wet dripping folds. While Skyla struggled with her libidinous emotions her own core dripped.
How temptingly delicious the thought of him filling her up was.
She explored every small ridge, smoothness and hardness of his erected organ. His hips thrust backwards and forwards, the motion picking up as Skyla’s clumsy grip tightened and she became bolder with every sinful grunt that fell from those full lips of his.
Unable to resist herself, she leaned forward and claimed them as hers. He seemed to have been starved for he replied in equal fervour and passionate kisses followed between them.
Her hand never ceased to pleasure him by feeling and rubbing against the protruding veins. They continued the slow sensual torture and he throbbed in her delicate hand.
Her slow moans in his mouth and her soft hand finally drove him over the edge.
His marvellously toned body stiffened, his muscles strained and with one last push, he came undone in her palm, letting her swallow the lewd groans that escaped him.
He visibly panted, the experience was so much more than what he had assumed. Her touch blazed him with raging fires of his need. He wasn’t sure he could resist her much longer.
Both of them were spent as they let go of each other’s lips and Skyla extracted her hand from his boxers. It was wet and slimy from his sputtered seed. She watched with her mouth slightly ajar, unable to comprehend she gave him a release without having sex.
Zyair observed her facial expression in amusement. This must be so very new for her.
"Sorry, I will bathe you."
"You have nothing to apologise for. I am just surprised that I was able to do it. Did I do it right?" She asked with a shy smile.
"You were amazing, my girl. Now wait here while I fill the bathtub and we can bathe together."
Landing an affectionate kiss on her head Zyair left the bed and quietly moved to the bathroom. Skyla watched his broad inked back, the tattooed skin flexed with his fluid movements. She wanted to run to him and wrap her arms around his rugged back. All in due time.
Soon he disappeared into the bathroom and Skyla heard the dripping sound of water. Now that he was no longer in bed with her and her skin seized to burn with carnal desires for him, she began to shiver. Curling herself into a ball she tried to keep herself warm and closed her eyes.
A clean pair of hands soon slid under her and she was propelled upwards in a bulky pair of arms and taut against his warm chest. He had effortlessly picked her up, making her eyes wide open.
His ravishing smile constricted her fragile heart and she returned it with a timorous one.
"Let’s get you cleaned up," he smoothly announced, carrying her, his agile feet making no sound against the floor as they entered her bathroom.
Skyla swerved her head to see around and found it mostly the same. Her bathtub was the same dull green ceramic and it brimmed with hot water, the steam rose from it along with salty scents of bath salts he must have added.
Zyair carefully picked up his right leg and entered the bathtub with his right foot dipping in first to check the temperature. It was quite suitable so he elegantly stepped inside with Skyla safely tucked in his secure arms.
He squatted inside with his back against the tub and lowered her, adjusting her snuggly between his spread legs.
Relief and warmth seeped into every pore of Skyla’s skin as she leaned against his chest and moaned in the pleasure the hot water brought her.
Zyair playfully laughed, picking up her gorgeous hair and placing them over her shoulder, so he could have skin-to-skin contact with her. His smooth chest connected with her back as his arm snaked around her belly and pulled.
"Do you remember, I bathed you when we first met?" He asked hushedly, leaning closer to her ear
"Yes! And stupid I thought you were Kakashi and the scars on your body were battle marks." She embarrassedly laughed at the precious memory where she made a fool of herself. They indeed were battle marks, the numerous battles he must have fought over the years against his tormentors. It was difficult to even comprehend what he had been put through.
"Am I not for you? Tell me you never dreamt of being devoured by your favourite anime character?" He teased, the tip of his tongue licked her reddened earlobe.
He made her feel jittery in the most sinful ways. The deeply buried yearnings and cravings which she never let anyone glimpse and yet this man reached into those depths and yanked them to the surface to titillate her.
"Umm..." was all she could mutter, making him chuckle.
"Do you want me to dress up when I finally make love to you?" He immodestly asked, watching from around her shoulder to observe her reactions to his words.
Her cheeks had turned into cherries as her gaze remained downcast, fumbling with her hands. That would indeed be a dream come true for her. Those wild fantasies he had promised he would fulfil and now he was openly asking her. She slowly nodded her head.
Zyair’s hand curled around her belly while the other one arrested her face, slightly turning it towards him. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Look at me, my precious girl," he lovingly instructed and her meek eyes finally flickered to him.
"Now tell me in clear words, what would you like me to do and I will do it when the time comes." The devilish smile on his lips had her hyperventilating. This man and his antics would be the death of her.
"I—I want you to dress up as Kakashi when you make love to me," she finally breathed out and lowered her gaze. Her chest fell as her tensed body relaxed. She finally said it. She finally told him what he already knew.
"It will be my pleasure but you will be the one telling me when. I don’t want to rush you or think you had to do it just because. Alright?" His thumb rubbed her chubby red cheek and she bobbed her head at his consideration. He always knew the right words to say to her.
"Good girl and now I am going to do what I have longed for a very long time and I am telling you beforehand, I won’t be sorry."
Skyla was slightly confused as her mind was still registering his words.
Propelling forward he opened his salivating mouth and his teeth lightly bit her right cheek as if he was biting into a freshly picked red apple.
Plump and juicy.
