The Heart System Chapter 821

I didn’t rush. I licked her thoroughly with long strokes from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit, then back down again. I circled the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue, flicked it lightly, then flattened my tongue and pressed firm, wet pressure against it. Every time I did, her thighs tensed around my head.

"Fuck... you taste so good," I murmured against her, the words vibrating against her clit. "Already this wet for me... just from a few kisses and my hand on your tit."

I sucked her clit gently between my lips, then released it and went back to long, messy licks. Her juices coated my tongue and chin. I pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her slowly with it while my nose rubbed against her clit. Eleanor’s breathing grew heavier. One of her hands found the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair, but she didn’t push, she just held on.

"Evan..." she whispered, voice already a little unsteady. "That feels... really good..."

I kept going, alternating between soft suction on her clit and deep, wet strokes of my tongue through her folds. I occasionally glanced up at her. Her head was tilted back against the couch, short blue hair slightly messy, lips parted as she tried to keep her moans quiet. The blue dress was still bunched around her waist, her full tits rising and falling with every breath.

I spread her open wider with my thumbs and focused on her clit, licking it in tight, rapid circles. Eleanor’s hips started to rock against my face. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet living room as I ate her out without holding back.

"That’s it..." I muttered between licks. "Grind on my tongue if you want. I want you to soak my face, Eleanor. Let me taste every drop."

She let out a longer, breathier moan and pressed herself harder against my mouth. I rewarded her by sucking her clit more firmly while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them upward. Her walls were hot and silky, already fluttering around my fingers. I kept licking and sucking while I slowly fingered her, building the pleasure higher without letting her tip over the edge too soon.

"Fuck... you’re getting so wet," I said, voice low and rough. "Dripping down my chin... your pussy is throbbing against my tongue. You love having a younger man on his knees for you, don’t you?"

Eleanor’s fingers tightened in my hair. Her thighs started to tremble. I could feel her getting closer, but I still didn’t rush. I slowed down just enough to keep her right on the edge, soft suction, the occasional deep thrust of my tongue inside her. Her moans were getting harder to muffle. Every time she tried to stay quiet, I rewarded her with firmer pressure on her clit until another soft cry slipped out.

I kept her there for a long time, teasing and building, licking her through wave after wave of rising pleasure. Her juices were running down my chin and onto my neck. The wet, filthy sounds of me devouring her filled the room.

Finally I felt her whole body start to tighten. Her breathing turned sharp and uneven. I locked my mouth over her clit and sucked hard while my tongue flicked rapidly against it.

Eleanor’s back arched. A broken, high-pitched moan tore from her throat as she came hard on my face. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered wildly against my mouth, a fresh rush of wetness coating my tongue and lips as she ground herself against me through the orgasm. Her thighs clamped around my head, trembling, while soft, desperate sounds kept spilling out of her.

I stayed right there, licking her through every pulse until the strongest waves finally began to fade.

I gave Eleanor’s pussy one last slow, thorough lick, savoring the taste of her orgasm, then stood up. My cock was rock-hard and throbbing. I bent my knees slightly, lined the thick head up against her soaked entrance, and pushed forward. Eleanor immediately hooked her hands under her knees and pulled her legs back in invitation. I leaned in, letting her calves rest over my shoulders, and sank into her in one smooth, deep thrust.

She was so fucking hot and tight around me.

Eleanor let out a long, shaky moan as I filled her completely. I started moving right away, slow, deep strokes that let her feel every inch.

"Fuck... you feel incredible," I muttered, gripping her thighs. "So warm and wet... taking me so well already."

I kept fucking her steadily, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her filling the quiet living room. After a few moments my passive skill activated. The glowing mark appeared... on her lips.

I leaned down and kissed her. Eleanor kissed me back immediately, more hungrily than before. Every time our mouths met she moaned softer and deeper into the kiss, her body reacting strongly to the stimulation on her weak spot. She kissed me harder, almost greedily, while I kept thrusting into her.

After a while she broke the kiss just enough to speak, still breathless. She grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulled me closer, and smirked.

"Carry me to the bedroom. It’s more comfortable... since I’m going to keep you busy for a long time."

"For a long time, huh?" I smirked back. "I like that."

I pulled out of her, slid my hands under her soft ass, and lifted her up. Eleanor wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her toward the bedroom, kissing her the entire way. I nudged the door open with my foot, walked over to the bed, and tried to set her down. Instead of letting go, she locked her arms around my neck, used her full body weight, and pulled me down with her. We tumbled onto the mattress together and now she was straddling me.

"Let me do the work for once," Eleanor said with a playful smirk, reaching down to grab my cock.

"Wouldn’t say no to that."