Chapter 719: Enjoying The Body

He pressed his mouth to the soft skin just above her pubic bone, kissing the damp, warm flesh slowly.

The faint salt of her sweat mixed with the lingering scent of her arousal on his tongue.

He kissed in lazy pecks across the sensitive area, tracing the crease where her thigh met her hip, then moving higher in unhurried passes.

Slowly the pecks transformed into kisses and each kiss lingered longer than the last. Each slow drag of his tongue felt deliberate, as if he had decided to map every inch of her body before taking anything more.

Zeyra’s breathing changed almost immediately... deeper, less steady. Small, involuntary sounds escaped her whenever his mouth found a particularly sensitive spot.

Her hands rested loosely on the moss at first, fingers occasionally curling into the greenery when the sensation sharpened.

He continued upward at the same unhurried pace.

It was flat and perfectly shaped... athletic, firm beneath the soft skin, the kind of stomach that spoke of real strength rather than decoration.

Sol took his time with it. He kissed along the clean lines of muscle, dragged the flat of his tongue in slow upward strokes, feeling the subtle tension and residual tremors still running through her.

He mapped the entire plane of her midsection before continuing higher.

When he reached the soft dip of her navel he slowed even further... tongue circling the small hollow, dipping inside briefly, lips sealing around it in a soft, wet kiss before he finally moved on.

Going higher and higher, he reached the underside of her breasts.

The pale flesh there was warmer and smoother, the skin delicate where it had been hidden from the sun.

Sol kissed along the full lower curve of the first breast from the outer side inward, then dragged the flat of his tongue slowly upward until he reached the tight pink nipples, but he left the tight pink peaks untouched for now... saving them to enjoy later.

He repeated the exact same careful path on the other breast, giving both equal, thorough attention, as if refusing to favor one over the other.

He traveled slowly over the upper slopes of her chest. The skin here was smoother, warmed by her rising pulse, and he took his time tasting it... long, open kisses broken by the occasional slow drag of his tongue.

He followed the natural curve upward until he reached the clean, elegant line of her collarbones.

There he lingered, lips tracing the delicate bone from the hollow of her throat outward to the point of her shoulder, then back again. Every pass was deliberate. He kissed the small dip at the center of her collarbones, felt the faint vibration of her breathing against his mouth, and only then continued higher.

The side of her neck received even more attention.

Sol turned his head and settled his mouth against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.

He kissed her there first... soft, closed-lip presses that gradually opened into wetter, slower contact.

His tongue followed, dragging lightly along the thin, warm flesh, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

He moved downward along the line of her throat in the same unhurried rhythm, feeling the steady, quickened pulse beating directly against his lips.

The skin of her neck was thin enough that he could sense every small change in her heartbeat.

Every soft suck, every slow lick, every careful graze of teeth drew a small, involuntary sound from her... quiet, breathy, impossible to hold back.

He stayed there longer than necessary, working over the same sensitive stretch until her breathing had grown noticeably uneven.

Higher, he reached her face.

He kissed along the sharp line of her jaw, starting near her ear and moving slowly toward her chin, lips lingering at each point.

The soft skin of her cheek came next... warm, faintly flushed... and he pressed several slow kisses there before continuing upward to the corner of her eye. He skipped her mouth entirely, refusing the temptation, and instead finished with a final, light brush of his lips against her temple.

Only then did he begin the slow descent back down the same path he had taken.

He retraced every inch with the same focused attention: temple to cheek to jaw, then down the side of her neck again, lingering once more on the place where her pulse beat hardest.

From there he moved across her collarbones, tasting the clean lines of bone a second time, and continued lower over the upper slopes of her chest.

The return journey felt even more deliberate than the climb... each kiss and lick a quiet confirmation that he had mapped her thoroughly.

Only when he had completed the full circuit did he finally return to her breasts with full, focused attention, ready at last to claim the nipples he had saved for the end.

Sol took the first nipple into his mouth and sucked properly.

He started gently. His lips sealing loosely around the already stiffened peak while his tongue flicked it in light, wet strokes. The small pink tip was firm against his tongue, and he spent long seconds simply tasting it, circling, pressing, learning the exact shape and sensitivity of it.

Only gradually did he increase the pressure. His lips tightened. The suction deepened.

He drew more of the surrounding pale flesh between his lips, pulling the soft weight of her breast further into his mouth until the nipple sat deeper against his tongue.

Harder sucks followed, steady and rhythmic, each one drawing a faint wet sound from the seal of his mouth.

And finally letting his teeth graze the sensitive tip in careful, controlled scrapes that made her breath hitch and her back arched a fraction off the moss.

He tried to take as much of her breast as he could.

His mouth opened wider, pressing his face into the soft, yielding weight until the pale flesh filled him completely. The warmth of her skin, the faint residual scent of her body, the way the soft mound compressed against his lips and cheeks... all of it fed the heavy satisfaction settling in his chest.