My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes-Chapter 173: Just Floating...

"I can’t... again... I’m gonna come again..."

"Do it," he snarled, one hand sliding under her ass to lift her higher, changing the angle so he hit that spot inside her perfectly. "Come on my cock again. Milk me. Make me fill you up."

She broke a second time... harder than the first.

Her pussy clamped down like a fist, walls rippling violently around his pistoning cock. A fresh gush of wetness soaked them both. Her cry was raw, throat scraped, body shaking uncontrollably.

The sight... sound... feel... of her coming undone around him snapped his control.

Akira thrust once, twice, then buried himself as deep as he could go and came with a guttural groan.

Hot pulses of cum flooded her, thick ropes painting her walls, spilling deep inside her clenching heat. He ground against her clit through it, drawing out both their pleasure until every last spurt was wrung from him and her pussy was overflowing, creamy white leaking out around his buried cock.

They stayed locked together, panting, trembling.

Akira kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "You’re safe," he whispered. "You’re whole. You’re mine."

Aoi turned her face into his neck, arms wrapped tight around him, and let out a soft, shuddering breath that sounded almost like relief.

"I feel you," she murmured against his skin. "Everywhere."

He smiled into her hair, still half-hard inside her, still feeling the gentle aftershocks of her pussy fluttering around him.

"Good," he said quietly. "Because we’re not done yet."

Akira stayed buried inside her for what felt like forever, neither of them in a hurry to separate. His cock was still thick and half-hard, nestled deep in the slick, fluttering heat of her pussy.

Every tiny aftershock ripple from her walls sent lazy sparks through him, and he could feel the slow leak of their combined release: his thick cum mixed with her creamy arousal, trickling out around the base of his shaft.

Aoi’s arms were still looped around his neck, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder.

Her breathing had slowed from frantic gasps to soft, uneven sighs. He could feel the dampness of her tears against his skin... not sad ones anymore, just the overflow of everything she’d been holding.

He pressed a slow kiss to her temple, tasting salt and the faint sweetness of her shampoo. "You still with me?" he murmured.

She nodded against him. "Yeah. Just... floating."

He smiled into her hair. "Good. Float as long as you want."

After another long minute he eased back carefully, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.

When the swollen head of his cock finally slipped free with a wet pop, a thick strand of cum stretched between them before breaking, dripping down her slit to pool beneath her.

Her pussy looked beautifully used; the outer lips were puffy, the inner folds glistening, the entrance still slightly open and leaking slowly. The sight made his spent cock twitch against his thigh.

Aoi made a soft, embarrassed sound and started to close her legs.

"Don’t," he said gently, catching her knees and easing them apart again. "Let me look at you. You’re gorgeous like this."

Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t fight him. Instead she watched with curious wide-eyes as he settled between her thighs again, this time lower.

He kissed the inside of one knee first, then the other, working his way up the trembling muscle of her thigh. When he reached the crease where leg met hip he paused, breathing her in.

The scent was stronger now: musky, sweet, salty with their mingled release. It made his mouth water.

"You’re still dripping," he said. "My cum’s leaking out of you."

She whimpered, hands fluttering toward her face like she wanted to hide.

He caught her wrists again, gentle but firm. "No hiding. I like it. I like knowing I filled you up."

He lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue along her slit in one long, slow pass, from the messy entrance all the way up to her clit.

The taste hit him hard: her sweetness, his own salt-bitter release, the tang of her arousal all mixed together. He groaned against her cunt, the vibration making her hips jerk.

"Akira... oh god, that’s... dirty..."

"Dirty and perfect."

He did it again, slower this time, lapping up the creamy mixture that had leaked out. When he reached her clit he circled it with feather-light flicks, barely touching, just enough to make her thighs tremble.

She was still so sensitive from coming twice that even the softest licks made her gasp.

He sealed his lips around the swollen nub and sucked gently, tongue fluttering against the underside while two fingers slid back inside her.

She was slippery with cum and her own wetness; they sank in easily, curling upward to stroke that same spongy spot he’d found earlier.

Aoi’s hips rolled instinctively, chasing the pressure. "It’s too much... I’m still shaking..."

"Then shake," he murmured against her pussy. "Let it feel good. Let it remind you your body knows exactly what it wants."

He worked her slowly, lazy circles on her clit with his tongue, steady stroking inside with curled fingers. No rush. Just building her back up, layer by sensitive layer. Her breathing turned shallow again, little hitches and whimpers filling the room.

After a few minutes her hand found his hair, not pulling this time... just holding, fingers carding through the strands like she needed the anchor.

"Akira..." Her voice cracked. "Can I... can I touch you too?"

He lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. "You want to?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "I want to feel you. All of you."

He shifted, careful not to dislodge his fingers from inside her, and turned so they were almost in a loose sixty-nine; his cock was now within reach of her mouth.

He didn’t push; just let her decide.

Aoi hesitated only a second before reaching out. Her fingers wrapped around his semi-hard shaft which was coated in their combined mess, and gave a tentative stroke. The contact made him groan low in his throat.

"Like this?" she asked softly.

"Exactly like that." He rewarded her with a slow, deep lick along her slit. "Keep going. Whatever feels good."

She explored him carefully at first, tracing the thick vein along the underside, circling the sensitive ridge beneath the head with her thumb, smearing the leftover cum and her own slickness down his length.

When a fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the slit she swiped it with her thumb, brought it to her lips, and sucked it clean, just like she’d done earlier with her own arousal.

The sight punched a rough sound out of him.

"Fuck, Aoi..."

She smiled shyly, then leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip, in one long lick. The taste made her pause, eyes fluttering closed for a second.

"Salty," she murmured. "And... me."

Then she took the head into her mouth. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Akira’s hips jerked before he could stop them. She was warm, tentative, tongue swirling uncertainly around the sensitive crown. It wasn’t expert; it was sweet, curious, earnest, and that made it a thousand times hotter.

He buried his face back between her thighs to keep from thrusting too deep, licking and sucking her clit with renewed focus.

His fingers curled harder inside her, stroking that spot in time with the way her mouth moved on him.

They found a rhythm like that... slow, messy, intimate.

Her soft moans vibrated around his cock every time he sucked hard on her clit or pressed deep with his fingers. His own groans rumbled against her pussy whenever she took him a little deeper or swirled her tongue just right.

Minutes stretched.

Neither of them chased the edge too fast; they just savored. Her pussy got wetter again, fresh arousal mixing with the cum still leaking out, while his cock hardened fully in her mouth.

When her thighs started trembling harder around his head, he knew she was close again.

He pulled off her clit with a wet pop, kissing the swollen lips instead. "You want to come like this? With my fingers and my mouth while you taste me?"

She whimpered around his cock, the vibration shooting straight to his balls. Her hips rocked against his hand.

"Yes... please..."

He sucked her clit back into his mouth and fucked her with his fingers faster now, curling hard against that spot on every inward stroke. His thumb found her clit too, rubbing tiny circles while he sucked.

Aoi’s mouth faltered on his cock as her orgasm built. She pulled off with a gasp, hand still stroking him in messy pumps.

"I’m... Akira... I’m..."

"Come," he growled against her cunt. "Let me feel it. Let me taste it."

She shattered again, harder this time. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vice, pulsing wildly as fresh wetness flooded his hand and mouth. Her cry was raw, throat scraped, body shaking so hard her thighs clamped around his ears.

He licked her through it until the spasms eased and she collapsed back against the pillows, panting.

Only then did he crawl back up her body, kissing every inch he passed. When he reached her mouth she pulled him down, kissing him deep, tasting herself and him on his tongue without hesitation.

"You’re incredible," he whispered against her lips. "So fucking responsive. So brave."

She smiled. "I feel... alive. Like I’m allowed to want this."

"You are." He settled between her thighs again, cock hard and slick against her entrance. "And I want you again. Slow this time. Let me feel every inch of you wrapped around me."

Aoi’s legs parted wider, hands sliding down to cup his ass, urging him closer. "Yes. Please. Fill me up again."

He pushed in slow watching her face the whole time. Her pussy welcomed him easily now, still swollen and sensitive, walls fluttering around every thick inch as he sank home.

When he bottomed out they both groaned, foreheads pressed together.

"Feel that?" he murmured. "That’s us. Connected. Whole."

She nodded, tears slipping free again, but smiling through them. "I feel it. I feel everything."

He started moving then, long, lazy rolls of his hips, grinding deep so his pubic bone kissed her clit on every stroke. No rush. Just deep, intimate connection.

Her hands roamed his back, nails dragging lightly. Her legs hooked over his hips, heels digging in. Every few thrusts she’d clench around him deliberately, making him hiss.

"Tease," he muttered, nipping her lower lip.

"You like it," she whispered back, voice breathy.

"Fuck yes I do."

They kissed through the slow rhythm, tongues sliding together like their bodies below. His hand found her breast, thumb rolling her nipple in lazy circles. Hers slid between them, fingers finding her own clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts.

The sight of her touching herself while he fucked her slow and deep almost broke him.

"God, Aoi... look at you. Playing with your clit while my cock’s buried in you. So fucking sexy."

She moaned into his mouth, fingers moving faster. "I want to come with you inside me... want to feel you pulse when you fill me again..."

The words snapped something in him.

He picked up the pace, just enough... deeper, harder rolls that made her gasp with every stroke. His balls slapped wetly against her ass. Her fingers worked her clit frantically.

"I’m close," she panted. "So close..."

"Me too." His voice was gravel. "Gonna come deep. Gonna flood you again."

"Yes... please... Akira,..."

She came first, her pussy clamping down hard and rippling around his cock in violent spasms. The sensation dragged him over the edge.

He thrust deep one last time and came with a guttural groan, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum against her cervix, filling her until it leaked out around him in creamy rivulets.

They shuddered together, locked tight, riding the aftershocks until every last tremor faded.

Akira collapsed half on top of her, careful not to crush her, face buried in her neck.

Aoi’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close.

For a long time they just breathed.

Finally she whispered against his ear, voice soft and certain: "I don’t feel afraid anymore."

He kissed her neck, slow and tender.

"Good," he murmured. "Because you never have to again."