Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
In an instant, the yukata is thrown to the side, and when his heavy form presses down on me, every bare, hard inch of him feels so absolutely glorious it literally brings tears to my eyes. I’ve waited for this for so long, and now that it’s really happening—-
“Yuki.”
But I’m not just moaning his name out loud. I’m begging him with it – take me, claim me, own me – and by the way Yuki’s hard body shudders, it seems he knows this, too.
And then he’s kissing me harder, his tongue driving deeper than it ever did, and my body arches under him. He palms my breasts, and I moan. He kneads them gently at first, and then he’s squeezing the soft, abundant flesh hard—-
Just the way he knows I secretly like it—-
“Yuki.”
“It’s only been a little while,” he purrs, “but it seems like your breasts have missed my touch.”
Aaaah.
He starts playing with my nipples, and my body arches under him again.
“And look at your nipples, senpai. Can you see how they’re begging for my attention—-”
“Oh God, Yuki.” His words make me writhe in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “Stop saying such things—-”
“Why should I,” he taunts, “when they’re the truth?” And as if to prove his point, he takes his own sweet time as he plucks my nipples and draws them up to their fullest length—-
Pain and pleasure blurs, and I can only moan.
“Do you think I should give them what I want?” he whispers.
My head tosses and turns against the pillow as I feel him rub my nipples between his fingers.
“Or should I tease them a little more?” His head bends down, his tongue flicking against each nipple, one at a time.
His beautiful, wickedly taunting gaze meets my dazed eyes. “What do you think, senpai?”
I can only stare at him, every inch of my body aching for his possession.
“Tell me what you want,” he urges hoarsely.
My eyes squeeze shut.
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
But the temptation is too much, and my lips slowly part to let the words out.
“I w-want you to kiss my breasts.”
“And?”
Oh God. Do I really have to spell it out?
“Come on, senpai. I need you to be very specific.”
Moisture forms between my legs, and I choke out, “I want you to suck my nipples.”
“Good girl.”
And then he’s doing it—-
Aaaaaaaah.
Even though it’s far from the first time for Yuki to taste me like this, the feel of it never fails to shock me, and my fingers drive through his hair as I hold his head to my breasts. He’s sucking me so hard it almost feels like he’s drinking from me, and the sheer wantonness of it makes me shudder anew.
It’s so, so good—-
And to think we’ve barely begun.
His mouth moves down, kissing and sucking like a starving man feasting on my body. All I can do is gasp and rake my nails against his back, and when his head dives between my legs, all I can do is drape my legs over his shoulders and hold on to him as he pleasures me with his mouth. It takes only a few thrusts of his tongue when my already wet and aching flesh starts twitching, and my orgasm soon follows in shocking speed.
He stares up at me, stunned. “So soon?”
My face turns red. “It’s your fault,” I half-wail, half-pant as my body continues to shudder at the aftermath of my climax.
He laughs. “Is that so?” He reaches for my sensitive folds, his fingers lining them, and my body arches up as I feel my pussy literally quiver at his touch.
“Yuki!”
“Gomen.” And yet he sounds anything but apologetic, and wicked is the only way to describe the gleam in his eyes. When he raises himself up between my legs, my gaze automatically moves down, and my throat dries as I let the beauty of him slowly sink in.
His body is even more magnificent than I remembered. Hard all throughout, his chest smooth, and when my gaze lowers below his waist, I can’t help gulping. I once read that while females generally stop growing at eighteen, boys have until twenty-one to grow, and now I’m wondering if those added inches aren’t just for their height but something else.
Something that would make him impossible to fit—-
Honestly, I don’t even know if there’s a throat long or thick enough for it.
Yuki sputters—-
And my face flames anew when I realize I’ve blurted my thoughts out loud.
“Ah, senpai. No one is really like you at all.”
I’m pleased he thinks so, but right now I’m still a little worried about his size.
“I think your growth is abnormal,” I confess.
He throws his head back with a laugh.
I sit up and push him away, grumbling, “I’m serious—-”
Yuki cups my face. “Trust me.”
I want to, but it’s hard when he looks like he hasn’t taken me seriously at all, with the way he’s doing his best not to laugh.