Rekindled Flames with Chris
Chris's feet already looked completely healed. Without hesitation, I straddled her hips on the bed, lifting her gently into my arms. She surrendered her body to me without a word.
The bed was soft. With a man and woman facing each other on the same bed, the anticipation of the passion to come created a lascivious atmosphere.
"Kiss first?"
She nodded...
That brief kiss just now had been a greeting. A sign of joy at our safe reunion, and proof that I still harbored feelings for Chris. It was meant to ease any fears she might have that my heart had changed. But this time, we needed a deep, sloppy kiss. And from the look in her eyes, Chris wanted it too.
I leaned in slowly toward her.
"...Mmm..."
Her head, which she'd kept bowed in shy embarrassment, lifted slightly to meet my lips. I gently nibbled her lips with mine, slipping my upper lip between hers to part them. When her hot breath tickled the inside of my mouth, I knew the moment had come and extended my tongue.
"Ngh...!"
My soft tongue swept the inside of her mouth. Chris responded in kind, her tongue entwining with mine. We pulled each other close, exploring each other's mouths fiercely. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room.
As I started to pull away from her lips to lay her down on the bed, Chris placed both hands on the back of my head, preventing me from stopping. It felt like she was demanding me fiercely, filling me with immense satisfaction. Still locked in the kiss, I collapsed onto the bed with her.
Thud!
I plunged my tongue back into her mouth. Perhaps because I'd paused our delightful kiss, Chris slightly opened her closed eyes and looked at me in bewilderment. With our lips still pressed together, I spoke.
"...Lift your hips a bit."
Speaking without breaking the kiss mid-makeout is incredibly seductive. Your partner's low voice vibrates through their lips into yours, the tremor of their vocal cords palpable. It's a great trick for building the mood.
"...Okay..."
She lifted her hips slightly, her eyelids fluttering with excitement, just as I'd hoped. Only then did I continue the kiss while starting to undress her. Each layer of clothing peeled away made Chris flinch a little.
Slurp... Smack...
Once she was completely naked, I finally broke the kiss and began stripping off my own clothes.
"Haa... Haa... You really haven't changed at all. It feels like I've aged alone..."
"Heh heh heh. You're still plenty attractive."
She scanned my body, her face flushing as she spoke. She seemed a touch sad, perhaps blaming herself for being the only one time had touched. But her body didn't look aged at all. It was probably thanks to the vast mana she wielded, slowing her aging. Her skin was still as pale and flawless as it had been at twenty, retaining its firmness. Of course, the parts usually covered by clothes were slightly tanned. But that wasn't a problem. The contrast with her pristine white skin, revealed as I removed her outer layers, only made her more erotic.
However...
"...There are some faint scars here and there."
"Sorry... I couldn't help it..."
"No need to apologize. I'm just grateful you weren't seriously hurt."
I slid my hand over them. Just like seven years ago, I started to nuzzle her ear, but instead buried my face in her neck. It bore the most scars—the result of her near-self-harm to fool the trainees into thinking she was mad. The wounds had healed over with fresh skin, far whiter than the surrounding flesh. I carefully licked a scar with my tongue, like a wolf tending to a packmate's wound.
"Ah... T-tickles..."
Smack! I rubbed my lips against her neck in a gentle kiss, tender enough for her to feel my affection without leaving a mark. My hands roamed her body, starting from her arms and legs, slowly ascending toward her torso. My palms softly grazed the sensitive insides of her thighs and wrists.
"Eut..."
Heat laced Chris's voice. My kisses, once merely ticklish, now felt lewd thanks to the light caresses from my hands. Wet smacking sounds continued from her neck. Her breathing grew heavier— a sign she was building toward climax.
I pulled away from her neck. Laying my body over hers—not too heavily—our skin met without a barrier. Her soft, full breasts pressed against my chest, even her slightly hardened pink nipples.
"Haa... Haa... Ch-Chanyoung...? It's... touching..."
Naturally, as our bodies overlapped, my hardened length pressed against her stomach. Feeling it, Chris spoke in a trembling voice. Instead of answering, I gazed into her face from inches away and gave a slight smile. That alone turned her cheeks scarlet, her eyes squeezing shut. Handsome looks really were the best.
I brought my lips to her ear. Sensing my intent, she panicked.
"W-wait...? D-don't tell me..."
"What's wrong? We did this every time seven years ago..."
"Hngh...! B-but...!"
My voice and breath tickling her ear made her shoulders hunch slightly. I raised my right hand to stroke her lips.
"Say 'ah'."
"...Ah... Mmm..."
She parted her lips as instructed, taking my finger inside. Savoring the tickle of her tongue on my fingertip, I began teasing her in earnest. My tongue ravaged her ear.
"Haap...! Um...! Ngh..."
Moans and saliva mixed into sloppy sounds leaking from her mouth. I recreated every night we'd shared in the past. This foreplay was the opening shot before we joined.
Her legs and hips bucked restlessly—not by will, but instinct. Imagining the bliss to come once this ended, she burned with need since I hadn't touched her core yet. She was masturbating against my thigh. The front of my thigh grew slick with her juices.
Slurp... Haa... Haa... "Cha... Chanyoung..."
Smack! I pulled away from her ear and gave her lips a light kiss. Naturally, I had to withdraw my finger first. I brought her saliva-slicked finger to her folds.
"Hyat...?! Hngh...!"
Instead of plunging in, I circled her inner labia teasingly. Saliva and arousal mixed into vulgar squelches echoing in the room. Realizing it, Chris squeezed her eyes shut, enduring her shame.
As her body twitched, savoring the pleasure from my hand, I sat up. I slipped both hands under her knees and lifted.
"Kyaa?! W-wait...! This position...!!"
Her thighs spread wide, hips floating in the air. A deeply embarrassing pose that fully exposed her sex. But one that amplified the tingling pleasure if she could bear the shame.
"P-put me down! This is too embarrass—!"
She flailed to escape, but my firm grip held her. Though she was stronger now, she restrained herself, not wanting to hurt me.
"There's only us here. What's the big deal?"
"S-still! This is too— Kyaa!"
I ignored her protests and brought my face close to her sex. The pinkish valley glistened with arousal, dripping down. The closer I got, the warmer and more humid the air against my face. A musky, lewd scent filled my nostrils—addictively intoxicating.
"S-stop... Haat?!!..."
Slurp. I extended my tongue to lap up the erotic nectar trickling down the valley. One swipe filled my mouth more with her essence than saliva. Chris let out a sharp cry, grabbing my head with both hands. For an ordinary person, her half-suspended position would make balancing on shoulders alone impossible with hands occupied. But I was superhuman. My hands steadied her precarious pose without a tremor.
I leaned forward and began devouring her with my mouth.
Slurrrp! Slurrrp!
"Haaat...! Hngk...! Cha...n...! Hngh!!"
Even a small, cute clit delivered no less pleasure than a larger one. Every flick of my tongue against it made Chris's legs shoot straight. Zigzagging down her labia to her entrance, fresh arousal greeted me. I speared my pointed tongue to claim it all.
"Hngaa...! Haat...!!"
Not satisfied with surface juices, my tongue delved inside. Her entrance clenched and released rhythmically around it.
"Hngk!! Y-you're too...!! Intense...! Kyahk...!!"
The deeper I probed, the wilder her moans grew. Her grip on my head tightened, giving my scalp a refreshing massage. I quickened my tongue's assault—thrusting, twisting, scraping her walls. Occasionally withdrawing to roll her clit. Chris lost her mind in ecstasy, thrusting her hips closer despite the strain, chasing intense pleasure.
"W-wai...! Heek...! I-I'm... cumming...! S-stop... Hngh!! Haaang!! L-like this...! With my... l-legs up...! Kkut...!"
Her entrance spasmed wildly, bending my tongue. The walls began clamping down—her climax signal.
Slurp!! Slurrrp!!
I intensified without pause. Her fingers and toes curled tight. Feeling her inner knees, I sensed the tension in her feet.
"Kkhk...! Kyahahaat...!!♡ Haa...!♡ Haaat...!!♡"
Chris was already climaxing. Yet I resisted the squeezing walls more fiercely. It must have scorched her brain with pleasure—her leg muscles and pussy quivering against my hands.
After a short eternity, her first peak subsided. I gently lowered her legs to the bed.
Swish... Thud.
"Haa... Hau... Hau..."
Chris sprawled limply, panting. Her eyes glazed over in bliss. With each heaving breath, her beautiful breasts swayed temptingly, begging to be suckled. Beads of sweat made them glisten with her scent, amplifying the allure.
Squeeze. But I didn't dive in yet. She was immersed in afterglow. To let her savor it, I lay beside her and pulled her into my arms. She nuzzled my chest like a spoiled child, blissfully content in my embrace amid the echoes of ecstasy.
"Feeling better?"
"Huu... Huu... J-just a bit longer..."
"Heh heh heh. Lift your face from my chest to talk. Your words are all muffled."
After a minute's rest, as her breathing evened out against me, she suddenly started licking my chest muscles.
Lick. Lick.
It tickled pleasurably. She was too adorable. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"...You trying to tempt me?"
She nodded vigorously. Lick.
No need to hold back. This was her signal—she was ready for me.