Chapter 715: Itadakimasu

She wouldn’t have voiced a single protest. In her mind, satisfying him was already enough.

But the thought of only one of them reaching that peak didn’t sit right with him. His sense of fairness… usually almost nonexistent in most other situations… refused to accept an arrangement where he was the only one who got to feel that overwhelming release.

She had already given him her mouth without holding anything back, had taken him into her throat and swallowed everything he gave her.

The least he could do was return the favor properly and make certain she felt the same kind of intense, body-shaking pressure he had just experienced. Of course, the greater reason was he just wanted to enjoy eating her pussy. But let’s not mention this and keep it sentimenal.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, the moss soft and cool under his legs, and reached for her.

Zeyra’s dark eyes, still hazy from the rough face-fucking, widened in confusion.

“What are you—”

He didn’t answer with words. He simply guided her backward onto the thick moss, laying her down. She yelped in surprise at the sudden shift but didn’t resist as her back met the thick cushion of moss, the cool greenery pressing against her shoulders and the bare skin of her arms.

Her legs remained half-bent, trousers still on, the fabric dark with moisture in places from earlier.

Sol didn’t give her time to question what he was doing.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her trousers and pulled. The fabric resisted for a second, then slid down over the curve of her hips and the firm length of her thighs in one smooth, continuous motion.

He worked it past her knees and off her ankles, tossing the garment aside without looking where it landed. Cool jungle air rushed in against newly exposed skin.

Zeyra’s breath caught. A faint shiver ran through her, though whether from the temperature or from the sudden vulnerability was hard to tell.

The scent flooded him immediately.

Hot, thick, and musky scent of her arousal rose straight from between her legs and filled his nose. Making him feel as if he was in heaven, after enjoying the musky scent for a bit he finally focused his attention on her pussy.

Her pussy was swollen and soaked.

The soft outer lips were puffy and flushed a brighter shade than the surrounding skin, glistening with her own juices.

They looked smooth, the kind of soft, almost delicate flesh that had clearly been worked up for a long time.

A thick, shiny trail of slick had already run down the inside of her thighs, with the wetness she had produced while choking on his cock. leaving a shiny wet path that dripped slowly toward the moss.

The inner folds stayed mostly hidden, pressed tightly together in a neat, almost shy line that made the whole thing look smaller and tighter than it probably was.

There was something unexpectedly cute about it in a raw, sexual way… the way the swollen lips sat so neatly, the way the wetness made everything look soft and inviting, clearly aching to be opened.

Every faint twitch of those soft, wet lips under his stare only made the tight little hole between them look more inviting.

Seeing the enticing sight, Sol swallowed hard.

Without waiting another second, his both hands settled on the soft insides of her thighs.

He pushed them open, spreading her wide until the soft lips parted and the wet pink inside became visible.

The motion made another thin bead of slick well up and begin to drip. Zeyra’s stomach tensed.

A soft, uneven breath left her, but she didn’t try to close her legs again. She simply watched him through half-lidded eyes, cheeks still flushed, waiting for his action.

*Itadakimasu,* he thought excitedly and dug in.

He started with a single broad stroke of his tongue… flat and slow… dragging it from the bottom of her entrance all the way up the length of her outer folds in one continuous lick.

The taste of her spread across his tongue at once: clean, slightly sweet, and heavily laced with the salt of her arousal.

Zeyra’s entire body jerked. A sharp, broken sound escaped her throat before she could bite it back. Fresh wetness immediately spilled out of her in a warm rush, coating his tongue and forcing him to lick again just to catch it.

But of he didn’t mind.

He cleaned the excess juices with slow, thorough passes, working from the lower entrance up to the small, swollen clit at the top, then back down again.

Each stroke of his tongue made her thighs twitch against his hands. More of her slick kept welling up, and he kept gathering it, the wet sounds of his mouth soft and steady in the quiet of the jungle.

The heat of her skin against his palms, the faint tremor running through her muscles, the way her breathing kept catching every time his tongue passed over particularly sensitive spots… all of it fed directly into the heavy satisfaction settling in his chest.

Once the outer mess was mostly cleaned, he finally moved inward.

He didn’t use his fingers. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the tight seam of her entrance and worked it back and forth until the soft lips yielded, then pushed inside.

The heat that met him was intense… far hotter than her mouth had been. Soft, silky walls immediately clenched around the intrusion, wet and burning.

Sol pushed deeper anyway, sliding his tongue in as far as it would go until his mouth was sealed completely against her and his nose pressed into softness above her clit.

He stopped there for a moment and simply savored it.

Her insides were incredibly soft… velvety, yielding, and tight around his tongue. A fresh flood of juices spilled over his taste buds the second he was fully seated, hotter and thicker than before, making his own cock throb hard against the moss beneath him.

The scent of her was overwhelming this close, filling every breath he took until there was nothing else.