The Heart System Chapter 485

With deliberate care, I withdrew from her depths, the slick, clinging noise of my shaft slipping from her snug backside reverberating off the window. Mendy's thighs eased from my hips, her soles meeting the ground with a quivering, hesitant touch. She pressed against the glass for stability, her breasts rising and falling heavily as she struggled to regain her breath. My palms gripped her shoulders solidly, easing her downward.

"Kneel for me, Mendy," I ordered, my tone lowering into a deep, shadowy growl.

Her gaze lifted to mine, eyes wide and foggy from the climax I'd just wrung from her. Without any objection, she dropped to the carpet, her knees sinking into its plush surface. I advanced, my rigid, slick member mere inches from her features. Trembling digits extended to clasp the root lightly, as if beholding something utterly novel.

"Evan... I... I've never done oral before," she murmured, her words faint amid the patter of snow on the pane. "Like... you know, that evening with us? It was... I... well, you get it...."

A grin crossed my face as I caressed her locks. "Perfect, then I'll be your inaugural experience. Go slow and demonstrate your desire for it."

Mendy inhaled deeply and inclined forward. She began tentatively, lips separating to brush the tip. It felt awkward and unsure initially; her jaw wasn't aligned right, and a brief, abrupt graze of teeth met the tender flesh. I flinched a bit, yet her earnest attempt turned the bite into a thrilling jolt.

"It's alright," I moaned, fingers shifting to cradle her nape. "Continue on. Employ your tongue, Mendy."

She caught on, her tongue flicking to lap the shaft's underside, following the edge with urgent, erratic fervor. Her intense bid to satisfy me overwhelmed my senses entirely. She engulfed half my length, cheeks concaving in an effort to suck tightly. Once more, teeth nicked as her head shifted, prompting an involuntary thrust of my pelvis.

"Sorry! Sorry about that," she mumbled against me, eyes pleading upward in remorse.

"No need. I enjoy the thrill," I hissed, grip firming in her tresses. "Keep the motion going. You're managing well."

Buoyed by my words, Mendy ventured further. Her head nodded in a steady, novice rhythm, palms stroking the shaft's lower part to maintain arousal beyond her mouth's reach. Soft, slurping sounds filled the silence, her saliva and lip friction weaving a chaotic, alluring melody. She explored various tilts, occasionally drawing too strongly or too weakly, but her genuine zeal outshone any expert display.

While she tended to me, I observed her spare hand drifting lower. It sought her soaked, throbbing core, still slick from our earlier wall-thrusting frenzy. She commenced circling it, actions growing wild as her lips clung to me. Viewing her on her knees, pleasuring me while fingering her own soaked entrance, nearly hazed my sight.

"Yes, Mendy... just like that," I remarked, gazing at her crown. "What a naughty one, handling me while tending to your needs."

A subdued, humming groan vibrated along my length, her pace quickening. Tension coiled in her frame, digits flashing over her nub. She drove herself to excess, the flavor of me on her tongue plus her self-touch hurtling her toward another crest. Breaths came in sharp, snuffled bursts, eyes fluttering shut as she climaxed inwardly.

Undeterred, she persisted in her sucking amid the shudders. A prolonged, stifled wail erupted around my member as she flooded her palm, pelvis grinding against her feet while lips stayed sealed. She savored her solo surge right there, throat contracting as she gulped breaths, body quaking intensely.

I remained rooted, allowing her completion, palms anchoring her head until she withdrew with a moist, resounding smack. She collapsed onto her haunches, fingers gleaming with her essence, cheeks burning with intense crimson.

"Incredible," I exhaled, peering at her. "You peaked solo? Naughty Mendy, you wouldn't hold out for me."

Mendy peered up, mouth puffy and gaze locking mine with bewildered passion. "I don't... have no clue what came over me. You're so altered today, Evan. Your flavor... your presence... I can't say. Nothing like this has hit me ever."

I grinned, extending to clasp her hand and lift her. Legs remained unsteady, and she sagged against me briefly, body emanating warmth. No prolonged respite followed. I pivoted her, steering toward the grand bed's rim.

"You're in for even more sensations," I breathed at her ear. "Lean over the bed, Mendy. I'll take you doggy style, ensuring you sense my every bit."

Compliance came instantly, hands splaying on the satin bedding as she presented her rear. Her spine curved deeply, accentuating ongoing tremors. I positioned myself, erection pulsing against her curves, poised to possess once more.

Positioned at Mendy's rear, I admired her anticipatory arch. Tremors ran through her, hands braced on the bed's smooth fabric. I grasped her recent self-indulgent hand, savoring her tangy sweetness with a languid tongue sweep across the digits, then delved between her legs.