Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 108: Rain, Silk, Desire [Part-3]

Rain, Silk, Desire [Part-3]

Leon’s voice was low and deep, the heat behind it palpable. "Oh, baby..." He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers in teasing slow motion. "This is only the beginning."

He moved his hand down her back, adjecting her softly beneath him onto the bed, the quiet rustle of sheets tracking his movement. Syra’s body arched of its own accord to meet his. The flickering light of the candle cast shadows on her contours, her nightgown rucked up just enough to glimpse the softness of her thighs.

Leon dipped his mouth to her neck, letting his lips stay on her skin there, caressing with respect before growing deeper into a slow, fiery kiss below her ear. Syra moaned quietly, arching her head to present him with more bare skin to kiss. Her hands clung to the back of his tightly, and her legs stirred restlessly under him.

As his body pressed closer to hers, the knot of the towel at his waist loosened, and the firm hardness of his dick pressed firmly against her lower belly. She gasped when she felt it, a shiver running through her as her eyes drifting downward, lips parting with a breathy, sensual sigh.

"Darling," she whispered between moans, her fingers brushing along his side, "you’re... already so hard."

Leon smiled against her neck, kissing her there once again, and then whispered, "Blame me? The way you both look at the moment—so alluring, so wicked— so how could I not be aroused?"

Syra laughed, flushed and breathless. At the side of the bed, Kyra gazed on with parted lips and mounting blush on her cheeks, her eyes riveted on the man who now filled the room with presence and warmth.

Syra’s hands crept lower, tracing the curve of the loosened towel, her fingers feather-light, tantalizing. Her voice dropped to husky warmth.

"Then let me take care of you, darling..." she breathed, nibbling the edge of his collarbone with a flirtatious kiss. "Let me give you the best blowjob... you’ve ever had"

Leon pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes—there was affection there, and hunger too. He stroked her cheek, kissed her softly, then shifted to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Then I’ll say thank you," he murmured, his voice a velvet growl, "my sweet, insatiable woman."

Syra stood up to her knees and slid off the bed between his spread thighs. She returned to her knees, hands sweeping over the firm planes of his thighs. The towel sagged low, just covering the prominent outline of his dick above the slit of towel. With a light, taunting laugh, she reached up, loosened the towel, and let it fall away.

His arousal sprang free, proud and rigid. Syra’s lips curved into a delighted grin as a subtle, masculine scent—clean sweat mixed with something uniquely his—filled the air. She inhaled deeply, a shiver running through her.

"I missed this intoxicating fragrance," she whispered with a giggle, her fingers wrapping delicately around the base of his dick.

she murmured, half to herself, and grinned up at Leon with a spark of wickedness. Then, bending her head, she kissed slowly, tenderly, the tip of his dick.

He laughed with grown and in a voice thick with love and desire. "Damn, I love your mouth, my sweet siren."

She leaned her head and, smiling sultrily, treated his length to a slow, worshipful lick from base to tip, her gaze never breaking contact with his. She lingered there, letting her breath caress him, and then flicked her tongue again with a shiver of pleasure. "Mm... I love it," she whispered, licking again. Your mere smell of dick makes me so horny...sometimes, I wonder if I really am a bad girl, or if it’s all because of you."

Kyra gasped from the side, not able to take her eyes away. "You’re hopeless, Syra," she said, a blushing laugh escaping her mouth. Her thighs rubbed nervously together, pressing tightly as if attempting to soothe the fires growing inside her.

Syra giggled too, her tongue teasingly licking the tip. "Perhaps. but you’ll be just as hopeless once you’re with me." She tilted her head a little, winking at her sister. "Come on, Kya. the sooner we get him to cum, the sooner he can fuck us.

She spun around to Leon, lips opening as she gradually took him into her mouth, inch by inch, tongue curving with practiced beauty. Leon’s hand reached the back of her head, fingers running through her silky locks as he released a long, low breath.

Kyra clenched her lip, fixed on what she saw before her—Syra’s lips gliding measuredly over Leon’s broad, hard dick, the wet, sucking noises filling the air. Leon’s breathing caught, hands knotted fiercely in Syra’s hair as she began with trained ease, sucking and licking him with measured, hungry precision.

The heat accumulating in her stomach had become unavoidable. Her legs clamped tightly together as she changed position on the bed, between shyness and the strong, throbbing need growing within her.

Syra looked up halfway through the lick, lips shiny and puffy, voice a sultry, husky whisper. "See, Kya? Doesn’t he taste so good like this? Don’t you want a taste as well?"

Leon’s grip on Syra’s hair tightened, then slowly relaxed, his golden eyes freezing onto Kyra’s in a fierce, sensual hunger. "Come here, beauty," he whispered, voice heavy and dark. "Don’t restrain yourself. Not with me.

Kyra’s heart was racing. A flash of hesitation passed over her face, but it was almost immediately overwhelmed by the pressure of her need—and the openness of his eyes. She could no longer argue with Syra’s reasoning; She needed him to fuck her—needed to feel him sliding inside her slowly, deep.

she got to her feet, walking around the bed, her feet unsteady only for a second before determination won out.

Next, she knelt on the bed next to him and leaned forward, her lips touching his with surprising boldness. Leon went stiff for an instant with shock, then relaxed into the kiss with silent greed. His fingers crept to the base of her neck, drawing her deeper into the moment. Their lips moved against each other in a slow, experimental cadence—gentle, then insistent, lips parting, tongues colliding in a dance of gathering fire.

Their lips were in motion together in a leisurely, teasing dance—soft and then ravenous, tongues probing, lips opening, tasting, teasing.

When they parted, Kyra was gasping, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. "I... I want to give him a blowjob with Syra," she breathed, looking at her "sister" sitting beside him.

Leon’s fingers brushed her cheek with slow deliberation, his voice heavy with need and sharpened with command. A ravenous smile creased his lips as he snarled, "Don’t request permission—just take what is yours, because I belong to you, and you belong to me."

Leon stroked her cheek, his voice rough. "Then take it. I desire both of you."

With a faint, tremulous smile, Kyra rose from the bed and knelt elegantly beside her sister on floor, her shoulder touching Syra’s as she wriggled between Leon’s parted legs. The sisters exchanged one glance—something soft, intimate flashing between them —before looking away with their fierce, hungry eyes to Leon, eager to give him everything.

Leon’s dick, wet with Syra’s saliva and shining in candlelight, pulsed with visible life. The masculine aroma — earthy, musky, and distinctly his — clung heavy in the air, making both women drunk. Syra leaned forward, tongue darting across the puffy tip with a slow, teasing lick. A moist, soft slurp sounded as she moaned, "Mmm," enjoying the flavor, her lips making a gentle seal around dick as she went further in mouth with his dick, her hand tracing down to caress his length with a gentle, rhythmic slap and squeeze.

Kyra’s hand moved further down, cradling Leon’s balls with worshipful gentleness. Instead of cutting her sister off, she leaned down, her lips sliding softly over his balls in a soft slurp. She began sucking Leon’s balls as Syra sucked his dick; Kyra adored everything about Leon, and by being in that position, she could enjoy a great deal of his intoxicating smell—a pungent combination of musk, sweet, and scorching perfume that caused her heart to beat rapidly. With a gentle, wet kiss and a slow, languid lick, she sucked his balls with love. Her cheeks blushed hot as her tongue slowly circled, tasting each side with loving care. Her nose bumped the thick shaft, inhaling the heady smell of his desire as Leon’s soft groans and muffled sighs vibrated about them, sending shivering thrills through her flesh. Leon was dazed by the divine stimulation, his mind racing with awe at the phenomenal twin sisters standing before him—so flawless, so alluring. His passion for them grew stronger with each breath.

A deep groan came from his chest as both his arms wrapped in Syra’s and Kyra’s hair, drawing them near. His head dropped back, yielding to pleasure. The sisters softly moaned at the same time, their mouths working in harmony about him, the vibrations sending shivers directly through his cock.

Pleasantly goaded by his low, rasping moan, Kyra sucked one of his balls gently into her mouth, sucking reverently with her hand going to join Syra’s at his shaft, rubbing in smooth unison.

"Fuck... you two are deadly together," he groaned, voice thick with lust.

Syra grinned around his shaft, eyes sparkling. She drew back with a wet pop and stroked him, saying, "We’ve hardly begun, darling..."

They labored in synchrony, one licking length, the other attending to his base and balls, their tongues sometimes meeting in contact — glances of warmth, communality of desire. Every moan, every tongue-flick, caused Leon to twitch beneath their lips.