There werent many things Kento loved more than the taste of your body. Your kisses as sweet as sugar. Your skin as decadent as caramel. But your pussy? Your pussy was his addiction and he could spend an entire night worshiping it until you couldnt take any more.
Your hips had been writhing in sensual waves, all of their own volition by the way. It was your body’s natural instinct to make you lean into pleasure the way one leans into the touch of the person they love.
And that was the way Kento’s tongue leaned into you, pressing itself flush against your clit and strumming it at the most torturous pace.
He had you at the edge of the bed, one leg up with the foot resting on the mattress. The other was suspended with your lover's hand tucked under the knee. Seeing you in that dress tonight, then being the one to take it off of you, trio’d with whiskey running warm in his blood was enough for him to fall to his knees the second he had you naked. With the sole intention of devouring you until you screamed, and scream you did.
“Oh fuck..Ken..Ken..please..” your chest shuddered, bare breasts jiggling as you panted heavily. Your view of him was dizzying. Bare sculpted shoulders, sloping trapezius muscles and defined biceps holding you open with little effort. His furrowed brow is tickled by his golden crown, messy from you running your fingers through it the entire way home. His honey glazes irises followed your every movement, filled with a mixture of potent desire and adoration. And then there was his mouth, lovingly worshiping your puffy cunt.
“What do you want , love? Hmm?” Kento detaches his kiss-burned lips from your clit to ask. His fingers were pressed against your vulva in a ‘v’ that kept your lips spread for him, giving your bud nowhere to hide from his relentless tongue.
He licks over it, swirling the tip of his talented muscle over the hood a few times before giving it a quick suck. Your moan nearly ripped through you, and your voice broke into a pitiful whimper of need when he went back to flicking his tongue against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
“Oh my god..” you exalt, quickly trapping Kento against you by the back of his head, manicured nails scraping over his sensitive scalp.
His deep groan of satisfaction vibrates around your clit, and his hazel eyes threaten to roll back into his head. His tongue never falters and you can feel your undoing building stronger by the second.
“Like that baby..oh fuck..just like that..” you sigh and Kento hums into your pussy.
“MmmLike that?” he slurs, to which you nod frantically. Kento’s fingers slide away from either side of your clit to enter your slit, pressing against the roof of your vagina before he starts stroking.
“Lick this sweet pussy like this, baby? That what you want?” he mouths breathily. You couldn't respond with words now that his fingers were inside you, stimulating you from both ends and making you lose sense of reality.
You didn't even know where you were anymore, all that you knew was that Kento was about to make you cum hard enough to see stars with only his mouth and fingers.
Your hips kept at their dance of bucking into Kento’s face and he rode your wave expertly, never missing a beat. The pitch of your moans raised to a telling octave, your jaw slackened and your eyes started to roll back. That was when Kento fingered you faster, licking you harder, and hummed encouragingly as you lifted your pelvis off the mattress.
“Mmhmm..mmhmm..mmmhmm” he keened, desperation more clear in his eyes than yours. He needs you to cum like his next breath depended on it, and in a way it did. He wasnt taking his mouth off of you until you were drenching him in your release.
“Baby..” you hiccuped and gasped just before every current of electricity in your body rushes down to converge at one point between your legs, causing your legs to spasm and your toes to curl. You came hard enough to crack bones, and every one of your senses sang. You were damn near sobbing when air could finally enter your lungs and Kento relished in the vulnerable sound of him keeping good on his promises.
“Thaaaats it..that's it, good girl..” Kento mumbled, his voice hoarse and primal. Your juices gushed and squelched around his fingers that never stopped rubbing against that rigid spot inside of you, spurting onto his busy lips.
“Good fucking girl..let it all go, baby..very good..thats it..so fucking good for me..” he continued his praises and your grip slackens on his messy blonde tresses as your entire body goes limp. It ached a little from tensing so hard, a true testament of how good your man was.
Seconds pass and you were drained, left at the mercy of Kento’s doting lips , relentless tongue, and unyielding fingers. He fucked you through your orgasm with pretty words or affirmation, only easing up when you began to run from his mouth.
“Alright, alright, love….It’s alright. I've got you..” he coos, his tongue giving your clit one more lick for good measure. His fingers slide out of your pulsing walls and go straight into his mouth. You’d think your cum was composed of sweet vanilla buttercream by the way Kento groaned in pure delight at your taste. It might as well have been, because there was nothing else he’d rather have on his tongue.
Kento finally pulls back from the warmth and wetness between your trembling thighs, not before peppering gentle kisses on the inner portions of course.
When he looks up at you while still on his knees, your hand falling weakly from his head to land on the side of his face, he smiles like a man drunk off absynthe.
“You have no idea..” he pauses to kiss your tge pad of your thumb.
“...how beautiful you are when you cum. Absolutely mesmerizing.”
You had gained enough of your sense back to react to his sentiment, a tired smile spreading your full lips.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now..So fucking fine…” you respond breathlessly. And it was true. With light of night seeping through your blinds, stripes of indigo cast over Kento’s face and chest. His rosey beige complexion was darkened by the shadows of the room, exaggerating his muscular frame and making him look dangerously alluring.
His expression glistened from the nose down, a not so subtle reminder of where he’d been. As if he could read your mind, Kento’s tongue lashes out to lick over his lips like a lion at the end of its meal before flashing a bashful grin.
“Am I, now?” he perks his brow, nuzzling his cheek against your palms caress, his fingers teasing over your slippery slit mindlessly as he comtenplates smothering your hear with hus tongue just to taste your cum on his lips some more.
Do with that what you will...
