Bölüm 561: İlk Gece [2] R18

Bölüm 561: İlk Gece [2] R18

"I… of course I want you."

Amon's voice came out rough.

Scarlett's smile was slow and warm. She leaned in and claimed his mouth again.

The kiss was softer at first, just the plush press of her lips against his. But then it deepened quickly.

Her tongue slipped past his teeth as if searching. He parted for her immediately, meeting her with equal hunger.

Their tongues slid together in a messy, open-mouthed tangle kiss, saliva mixing, soft wet sounds filling the quiet room.

Mmhh~ mmh~

The night breeze from the window cooled the heat rising on their skin, but it did nothing to slow them.

While their mouths stayed locked, Scarlett's right hand drifted down. Fingers found the button of his trousers, worked it free with a clicking sound.

Click!

Then slid the zipper down with a soft metallic rasp.

zipp!

She never broke the kiss. Amon's own hands moved to help, shoving the fabric over his hips and down his thighs. The trousers pooled at his knees. Still kissing her, he kicked them off while focusing on her lips.

Scarlett's hands rose next to the hem of his shirt. She broke the kiss only long enough to pull the fabric up and over his head, tossing it aside.

When she sat back on her heels to look at him, Amon was left in nothing but thin undergarments.

The hard length of him strained against the fabric, thick and obvious, the tip already darkening the material with a small wet spot.

Scarlett's amethyst eyes traced every line of his bare chest and stomach before settling lower.

"Let's make you all free," she murmured, her voice was low and husky. "I can see your baby wants to be out. Be free."

Amon gave a soft, breathless smile. "Sure."

He didn't move to help this time. He simply watched her, pulse hammering in his throat.

Scarlett shifted closer, kneeling between his spread thighs. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of the undergarment and began to peel it down.

The fabric caught on the thick ridge of his cock; she had to tug carefully. The moment it cleared the head, his shaft sprang free. It was heavy, flushed, standing tall and thick against his stomach abs.

Veins stood out along the length. The tip already glistened.

"My…"

Scarlett's voice was almost a whisper. Her eyes stayed locked on him, wide with hunger.

She leaned in until her face hovered only inches away. Warm breath spilled across the sensitive skin. Amon's cock twitched hard at the sensation, a low moan slipping from his throat as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Ahh…"

She stayed there a moment longer, simply inhale his strong scene and exhale her warm breathe against it. Then pressed her soft cheek against the hot shaft.

The contrast of her cool skin and his heat made him shudder. Strands of her bright red hair brushed against his inner thigh.

"It smells bad... but I don't hate it."

She looked up at him from that position. She was on her knees, face pressed to his cock. The black lace babydoll still clinging to her full curves and the sight nearly undid him.

"It's big…" she said, a teasing lilt in her voice, "not like your short height."

Amon's mouth twitched. He was not short. It's just people around him were too tall. She knew it. The playful jab only made the heat in his gut twist tighter.

"Hehe~"

Scarlett laughed softly at his expression, then tilted her head and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the very tip.

Chu~

The wet heat of her lips made his hips jerk.

"Ahh! dammit!"

Clear transparent liquid beaded and spilled over the head with every throb.

Scarlett watched it with open fascination, then wrapped her right hand around the base. Her palm was cool, soft, and the simple contact sent a jolt straight up his spine.

"Let me give you some relief…"

"Give it already," Amon breathed, his voice strained. "I'm waiting…"

She stroked upward once, it was slow and firm. Then moved it down, dragging the foreskin down until the glossy pink head was fully exposed.

More pre-cum welled up.

"Ahh~"

She licked her lips, then began a steady rhythm. She stroke him from base to tip, then her fist tightening just under the ridge on every upward pull.

Fap… schlick… fap… schlick…

Each stroke pulled a low sound from him together with sound of skin.

Heat flooded every nerve. It felt as though his entire body was focused on the single point where her hand moved.

"Ahh~… faster!"

Scarlett obeyed without hesitation. Her grip tightened. The pace increased. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.

Her heavy breasts swayed gently inside the black lace with every motion of her arm, the deep cleavage shifting, the thin straps digging into her shoulders.

Jiggle

The sight of her figure only made Amon harder.

"It's my first time," she said softly, almost shy. It was not like her, usually she was indifferent and shows less emotions.

But right now she was acting shy and mischievous.

Her hand worked him without pause. "I might be bad…"

"Ahh—no… you're perfect–"

A smile curved her mouth. Her left hand slipped lower, cupping the heavy, full weight of his balls.

His skin was more sensitive.

She rolled them gently in her palm, feeling their heat and tightness.

"They're so full… and heavy."

She never stopped stroking.

The dual sensation, the tight fist sliding along his shaft, soft fingers fondling his balls—pushed him higher with every second.

"Aahhh~annh!!"

His breathing turned ragged. His hips began to rock upward into her hand of their own accord.

"I'm close—"

"Then don't hold back, my dear~"

Her left hand released his balls and rose to cover the head instead. She sealed her palm over the tip, voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"Cum… this way you won't dirty the mattress."

Amon's voice cracked. "Can you… rub your palm on the top—"

She didn't ask why. She simply began to roll and circle her palm over the sensitive head while her right hand continued its relentless strokes.

The dual pressure was overwhelming. Amon's head fell back. His hips thrust up hard.

"Ahh—!"

His cock pulsed violently against her wrapped hands. The first thick spurt of cum flooded her palm, hot and white.

More followed in heavy throbs, coating her fingers, spilling between them, dripping down onto the shaft she still held.

Scarlett kept him through every pulse, milking him gently until the last tremor faded.

When it was over she lifted her hand slightly, watching the thick white essence glisten on her skin. A slow, teasing smile curved her lips.

"Hmm… so this is semen."

She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes still dark with want, black lace babydoll barely containing the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed.