Chapter 151: Bend sushi

Chapter 151: Bend sushi A faint, knowing smile played on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, never breaking eye contact. "I will love to do this again." As Sushi spoke those words, she slowly got up from her knees. Her naked body shone in the dim light of the room. She stood in front of Eren. Her chest moved up and down softly, and her pale eyes still held that warm, happy look. Eren was still pushed against the cold stone wall. His dick was hard and throbbed. His body was still buzzing from what had just happened. She walked closer, step by step, until she was right in front of him. Her body was almost touching his. She felt very sure of herself, and it drew him in. Without looking away from his eyes, her hand moved down. Her cool, soft fingers closed around his still-hard dick. Her touch sent a new wave of heat through him. "Mmm," Eren made a low sound, caught in his throat. She moved her hand around his dick, holding it firmly but gently. She made a slow, steady pumping motion that made him swell even more. Her thumb rubbed the sensitive head of his dick, a teasing touch that made him moan softly. She moved her hand easily, a silent rhythm that promised more. As her hand moved on him, she leaned in, still looking at him, and put her mouth on his. This kiss was different from the last. It was deeper, more sure, a direct demand. Her lips were soft but urgent, opening his mouth with a gentle push. Her tongue, still tasting a little of what he had just released, slipped into his mouth. It danced with his tongue with a strong, hungry desire. Eren answered right away. His arms went around her waist, pulling her close against him. He felt the full, soft weight of her naked body pressing into his. Her firm breasts pushed against his chest. Her hard nipples, still sensitive from his earlier touches, rubbed his skin, sending shivers through him. The kiss became a whirlwind of feeling. Her tongue twisted with his, exploring every part of his mouth, a deep, hot exchange. He matched how strong she was, doing what she did, letting his own hunger meet hers. As their mouths joined, her hand kept working on his dick, milking him with a steady, dreamy rhythm. "Ahhh..." he groaned into her mouth, the sound quieted by their kiss. Her hand moved from his dick to cup his balls. She gently squeezed them, then moved her hand back up to his dick. She squeezed, stroked, and teased. Her touch perfectly matched the deep, forceful movements of their kiss. He could feel her palm sliding over his hot skin, wet with what was still on him. He moved at her speed. His hips pushed into hers, a soft, intimate rub that created warmth where their bodies met. As his dick got even harder under her skilled hand, he pressed his chest more firmly against her breasts. He liked the feel of their softness and weight against him. He could feel her strong heartbeat against his own, a wild rhythm that sounded like the blood rushing in his ears. Sushi pulled back a little from the kiss, just enough for their lips to brush. Her breath mixed with his. Her eyes, still dark with desire, looked up at him, a silent dare. Then, with a soft hum, she leaned back in, kissing him again with even more feeling. Her tongue went deeper into his mouth, just like her hand moved deeper along his dick. She used her thumb to rub the underside of his dick, a strong stroke that made him moan loudly into her mouth. He felt pure pleasure, a rising pressure that felt like he was about to come again. He tangled his fingers in her long white hair, holding her head gently, urging her deeper into the kiss, deeper into the feeling. He could feel the soft give of her breasts against him, the firm points of her nipples pushing into his skin. He changed how he held her. His hands moved from her waist to cup her breasts from the front. He gently squeezed them as she kept working him with her hand. He moved his thumbs over her hard nipples, making a wonderful friction that made her moan softly against his lips. The kiss was long, unbroken, a quiet talk of pure wanting. Her lips were soft, then firm, then teasing. Her tongue danced with his, matching the faster speed and stronger pressure of her hand on his dick. He felt himself getting close again, a sweet, painful tension building inside him. His body trembled, not from cold, but from the huge amount of pleasure. He held her close, pushing her against the wall with him. Their bodies were one joined mass of feeling. Her hand moved perfectly, bringing him closer to the edge. Her fingers moved, her palm rubbing him, squeezing him. Then her thumb would rub the sensitive tip of his dick, pushing him higher. He felt the amazing stretch, the unbelievable heat. He was very close. His breath was rough. His sight was a little blurry from how strong the feelings were. Sushi’s hand on his dick squeezed tighter. Her fingers moved in a last, fast rhythm. He gasped, his body tensing, just about to burst. She pulled her hand away quickly. He was left throbbing and aching, his dick standing stiff and shiny. She stepped back, breaking their hug. Her pale eyes were bright with a happy glow. Her chest moved up and down with heavy breaths. Eren, still breathing hard, reached out. His hands found her waist. With a strong, clear grip, he spun her around. Her back was now facing him. Her full, curved butt was perfectly placed, right in line with his still-hard dick. He pulled her back against him. He felt the soft curve of her butt push into his crotch. He bent his head, his lips brushing the cool skin of her shoulder blade, just above where he knew that faint scar lay hidden. "Let me return the favor," Eren whispered, his voice deep and rough. Sushi’s breath hitched at his words, a soft sound of anticipation. He held her waist, his hands firm on her naked skin as he slowly, deliberately, turned her around. Her back was now facing him, her curved body a smooth, inviting line in the dim light. Her full, shapely butt was perfectly aligned with his still-hard dick, pressing softly against him. The scar on her back, barely visible in the shadows, seemed to stretch as she moved. He kept one hand on her hip, holding her steady, while his other hand went down to his dick. He pulled it free from his pants, watching it spring out, hard and glistening. He then reached for his mouth, pulling a string of saliva onto his finger. He carefully spread the thick, warm wetness over the head of his dick, coating it completely, making it shine in the low light. He leaned closer to her back, his body heat wrapping around her. He could feel her pulse quicken against his chest. He moved his hand from her hip and let it slide up her side, over her ribs, until it reached her breast from the front. He cupped it gently, feeling the familiar weight and softness. His thumb found her hard nipple and stroked it lightly. Sushi moaned, a low, sweet sound, her head tilting back slightly as she leaned into his touch. He brought his mouth close to her ear, his breath warm on her skin. "You have such a beautiful back, Sushi," he whispered, his voice deep and husky. "Every curve is an invitation." He then moved his lips down her neck, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses along her spine. She shivered, her body trembling slightly against his. He continued to stroke her breast with one hand, his fingers teasing her nipple, while his other hand returned to cup her right butt cheek, gently kneading the firm flesh. "Mmm... Eren..." she moaned again, her voice barely audible, completely lost in the sensations he was creating. Her body was growing loose and yielding in his arms, waiting for his next move. He moved his hands down to her hips, his fingers tracing the soft curve of her butt. He squeezed her cheeks, gently parting them slightly. His hard dick, now slick with his own spit, nudged against the tight, warm entrance of her ass. He felt her flinch, a tiny jerk of surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed back just a little, a silent invitation. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear again. "Ready for me, Sushi?" he murmured. She didn’t answer with words, but her hips swayed slightly, a subtle movement that spoke volumes. He felt her muscles clench around the tip of his dick, a powerful grip even without full entry. The sensation was electric, a promise of intense pleasure. He began to press forward, slowly, carefully, letting the head of his dick find her opening. He felt the tight resistance, the warm, slick barrier. He pushed just a little more, enough to feel the first stretch, the first hint of entry. Sushi let out a sharp gasp, her fingers gripping her thighs. He pulled back slightly, then pressed again, his movements slow and deliberate, stretching her. He wanted to make sure she was ready, to make this enjoyable, even as he planned to take her hard. He could hear her breathing quicken, small, soft moans escaping her lips as his dick teased her entrance. He felt the tiny ripples of pleasure building inside her, even before he was fully in. He held her tight against him, feeling her body tense, then relax under his careful persuasion. He nudged her more, letting the tip of his dick push further inside, just past the first ridge. She let out a soft cry, but it was a cry of wanting, not pain. He moved his hand to her hair, his fingers gently tangling in the long white strands, preparing for the deeper connection. He wanted to pull her head back, to own her completely in this moment. The chamber was quiet except for their breaths and her small, building moans. He then pulled his dick back fully, just the tip brushing her. He felt her desperate, silent plea for him to return. "Bend for me, Sushi," he commanded, his voice low and firm. Sushi understood. With a slow, fluid motion, she bent forward, her back arching gracefully, her butt pushed out, perfectly presenting her opening to him. Her hands braced against the windowsill, her white hair falling around her like a curtain. She was fully exposed, vulnerable, and ready. He saw her ass cheeks spread, revealing the tight, wet entrance that was now waiting for him.