Kana's gaze lingered on for a mont longer, her fingers brushing experintally along my length. Even that light touch made my breath hitch.
"You're so warm," she murmured, almost to herself, her tone carrying that mix of curiosity and fascination that made my pulse quicken. She wrapped her hand around —tentatively at first, then more firmly—her thumb grazing the tip.
A sharp breath escaped . "Kana…"
She looked up with a small, wicked smile. "Sensitive, are we?"
Before I could answer, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the side of my length. The heat of her lips against such a sensitive spot sent a jolt through . She kissed again, lower this ti, her lips dragging in slow intervals until she reached the base. Then she traced her way back up, her tongue flicking lightly along the underside.
I exhaled sharply, my hands curling into the couch.
When her mouth finally closed around the tip, I nearly lost control right there. The wet heat of her tongue swirled slowly, deliberately, as if she was savoring every reaction she pulled from . She bobbed her head just slightly, then pulled back with a faint pop, her lips glistening.
Her hand took over again, stroking in a smooth rhythm that made it hard to keep my eyes open. She alternated—hand, mouth, hand again—keeping balanced on that razor edge of pleasure without letting tip over.
I reached down, brushing a hand through her hair, unable to resist guiding her just a little deeper. She let , her lips stretching around , her cheeks hollowing as she took further into her mouth. The sound of her slow, deliberate movents filled the room, mixing with my uneven breathing.
When she finally pulled back for air, a thin string of saliva connected her lips to . She looked up, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. "You taste… better than I expected," she said softly, her voice dripping with sothing that made my pulse race.
Her hand resud its rhythm, faster now, and she leaned in to take in her mouth again—this ti with more intent, her tongue moving in ways that made my hips twitch despite myself. She was learning , reading every sound, every sharp inhale, and using it against with surgical precision.
"Kana… if you keep that up…" My voice was low, rough, and warning.
She pulled back just far enough to murmur against , "Isn't that the point?" before sinking down again, her pace increasing.
The pressure was unbearable now—tight, hot, coiled in my gut, threatening to snap with every movent of her mouth. Kana must have sensed it, because her pace shifted again. She went faster, her hand twisting in perfect sync with the deep, wet pull of her lips.
Her other hand slid to my thigh, gripping firmly as if to hold still. Her tongue worked with a maddening rhythm, swirling and pressing against every sensitive spot until my vision blurred.
"Kana—" My voice cracked on her na, my head tipping back against the couch.
She humd around in response, the vibration sending a shudder down my spine. That was it—the breaking point.
With one final, deep stroke, she took as far as she could, and the tension inside exploded. My hips jerked involuntarily, my hand tightening in her hair as I released into her mouth.
Hot, blinding pleasure tore through in waves, each one stronger than the last. Kana didn't flinch, didn't pull away—she stayed there, swallowing around , her eyes locked on mine with an almost possessive heat.
When I finally slumped back against the couch, chest heaving, she pulled back slowly, her lips glistening. A faint flush colored her cheeks, and there was a spark of satisfaction in her gaze. She licked her lips deliberately, as if savoring the taste.
"You ca… so much," she whispered, almost in awe, her thumb brushing a bead of lingering warmth from my skin.
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