Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 110: Irresistible Twins [R-18]

Irresistible Twins [R-18]

Syra was underneath Leon, her breath trapped between a whisper and a moan, half-lidded eyes as his body heat was pressed into hers. The light was dim, so her skin was radiant, a shimmer of desire tracing out every line. Her back was arched just a little into the sheets, the softness of the bed contrasted with the heat rising between them.

"Mmm..." she groaned, the sound hardly escaping her lips before Leon had them in his mouth—tongue deep, wet, and hungry with desire. She went liquid into it, her mouth opening naturally for him, her fingers creeping up over his chest, around the hard ridges of his shoulders, and into his thick black hair, pulling him closer as if she was afraid he would vanish.

A growl vibrated low in Leon’s throat, shaking through her lips as he shifted, looping his arms around her and rolling them both onto their sides. The change in position left them skin to skin, breath to breath—no space, no distance left between them. All inches of her were pressed into him, and the heat that traveled between their bodies left the edges of thought indistinct.

His fingers crept slowly, reverently, up the length of her back with fingertips that seemed to imprint her —until they closed around her lush curve of her hip—soft, warm, meant to be caressed —squeezed.

"Mmh!" Syra gasped, her breath catching as Leon’s hand wrapped around her hip, releasing a wave of warm pleasure through her.

"L-Leon..." she breathed, her voice catching, heavy with desire. "Y-You... you always know exactly how to t-touch me..."

Leon’s mouth on the shell of her ear, his tone low and husky. "Your body talks to me, Syra... and I never cease listening."

His hand caressed the green fat of her hips, fingers tracing the smooth skin in slow, deliberate increments. Then, tauntingly, he allowed his fingers to slip into the soft contours of her buttocks, the tip of the finger lightly caressing her taut, sensitive back hole. A tiny touch created a shiver of electricity that flashed through her, causing her to stiffen and catch her breath. Her hips jerked uncontrollably.

"A-ahh. n-not there." she whimpered, her voice shaking with a mix of surprise and overwhelming arousal. "Mmmmmm... it’s so sensitive..."

Leon’s smile deepened, playful and full of hunger. His voice dropped to a low growl thick with desire. "Your soft. big. bouncy. hips. they drive me crazy," he murmured, his finger teasing her back entrance while his other hand squeezed her hips possessively. "Looks like I’ve found your weakness."

Syra’s breath rose and fell irregularly, each word causing her to catch her breath. "Ahnnnnn. You... you always know just how to make me lose my head." she moaned softly, fingers tracing a shivering path along his jawline, down the rigid planes of his chest. Her lips brushed against his neck, she planted feather-light kisses along his neck, which quickly grew deeper into tender nips—leaving behind a tender lovebite that caused him to shiver under her kiss.

Her fingers roamed freely—following the curves of his broad shoulders, trailing down to the waist—shaking with the pain of bottled longing, seeking something to cling to in the turmoil within.

"Do it if you desire..." she breathed, voice hoarse and out of breath, quivering with anticipation as well as submission, "you... you could be more forceful... squeeze... tighter... Play with me ass... however much you desire, darling. Don’t restrain yourself... I’m yours... exclusively yours."

Leon’s eyes clouded over, an animal hunger burning deep within them. Her words awakened something primal—releasing a power he can no longer contain. He shifted his He drew one hand from her hip, going directly to her breast —full, warm, soft, and already aching for attention. He played with her stiffened nipple using slow, soothing strokes, rolling it softly in his fingers. The way she arched into him flooded his veins with desire. Her breasts were all of those things—soft, large, warm—perfectly whole, as if they were sculpted specifically for him.

His hand alternated between tight squeezes on her hips and slow, taunting touch her rear entrance. Meanwhile, his other hand caressed her breasts, rolling them softly and teasing her erect nipples with skilled strokes. Every movement coaxed soft, breathless moans from her lips, her moans increasing, more desperate, as waves of delight washed over her.

"Ahhnnnn—" she groaned, her body shaking with need under his caress.

Leon’s hand wandered from her hips to the soft valley between her thighs. His fingers moving smoothly through the wet heat of her folds, every touch both soft and addictively precise. Syra’s breath caught, stalled between a gasp and a moan, as his fingertips started to caress her clit with slow, steady beats. Her hips rose up naturally to him, needing more, and when his fingers hit that tender place in her folds, a gentle, throbbing moan escaped her lips, full of raw, luscious pleasure. "Mmmhhm... Leon..." she panted, her voice an anxious, shaking plea, her fingers gripping the sheets as if hanging on to the moment itself.

"You feel like heaven," he whispered, dipping his head to kiss the tender hollow of her collarbone before continuing lower, every kiss a vow. His hand still teased her folds, enticeing all of her open and alive.

"Mhhhhh... Ahnnnnn..." she moaned; voice thick with desire.

He stroked her slowly, deliberately, savoring the way her thighs trembled beneath his touch. Then, with careful precision, he slid one finger inside her silk —warm, welcoming — pussy. A second finger followed, deliberate and slow, stretching her folds just enough to make her arch her back and falter in breath.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. "So responsive... so ready for me."

Her voice cracked, weak and pained. "Don’t... stop... Ahnnn. please. Ahn. don’t stop..."

Leon quieted her with another kiss, deeper, as he inched his one hand over her breast, circling her puckered nipple with thumb and finger, the other hand finger sliding in and out of her wet folds with slow, steady motion.

Her fists gripped the sheets, raw moans tumbling freely from her lips, unguarded and pure need.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" Syra shrieked, voice full of high, quivering dread, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

"Leon—! AAHHHH, Darlingggg! S-So good!" she wailed, arms flinging over his back, holding him in a death grip as if he were the sole thing keeping her anchored to reality. The bliss he brought was too much—to much that it blanked out every coherent thought. Her body shuddered, aflame, locked between desperation and ecstasy.

Her breath hitched, her hips jerking up sharply as pressure in her core careened wildly out of control.

"Leon... I can’t... I—" she panted, voice trembling on the brink of something too vast to hold. ""I... I’m coming—!" freeweɓnøvel.com

The orgasm swept over her like a breaking wave, unstopable and blinding. Her whole body convulsed, muscles clenching as her legs clenched automatically around his waist. Her moan trailed off into an endless, despairing cry as her release drowned her, overwhelming her senses and saturating his fingers.

She shuddered in his arms, lips parted in silent gasp, breath trapped in her throat. Her pussy pulsed in rhythmical beats, heat flooding from her core, slickness flooding between her thighs.

In one final desperate cry, she came—her juices overflowing over his hand, coating his fingers, dripping wet and hot down to his belly, leaving a slick reminder of her pleasure.

She collapsed into him, breath ragged, body still quivering, her face buried against his neck. "Oh! Goddess... Leon..." she whispered, voice husky and broken, "You make me feel like I’m falling apart..."

Leon smiled low, the sound full and warm with pride. Her love juice still lingered on his stomach and hand, a hot reminder of how deeply he’d disentangled her. He lifted his fingers to his lips, licking them lazily, relishing her flavor. "You taste delicious, my lovely wifey."

Syra whimpered at the sight, hunger burning in her eyes—but her body wouldn’t respond. Her fingers curled limply against his back, breathing shallow, thighs shaking from the ferocity of what she’d just experienced.

Leon softly stroked her cheek, smiling as he saw her shiver under him. "If you come too quickly," he taunted, "our game will be over before it starts."

She parted her lips to answer, but only a gentle exhale emerged—no words. Her body continued to throb with aftershock of pleasure, too sensitive, too exhausted.

Leon regarded her, a soft glint in his eyes. "Appears you need a little rest first before we really get going," he said, voice gentle, teasing.

Syra wanted to protest, to tell him she could do more—but her eyelids fluttered, her body succumbing. Leon picked her up with a gentle motion, holding her in his arms, and set her down gently on the bed.

Then Leon turned to look at the other standing figure by the bed. Kyra.

His eyes lost their sharpness, a sly twinkle in them as a soft smile shaped his mouth. "Now..." he murmured, his voice low and seductive, "it’s your turn, my dear Kyra."