Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 175: Gentle style

Eren felt Jade’s body settle over his, her wet pussy slowly enveloping his dick. Though it was soft, her inner muscles began to work, drawing him deeper into her warmth. He looked up into her eyes, seeing the playful dare, and a slow smile touched his lips. This wasn’t about brute force with Jade; it was about connection, about savoring every moment.

He began to move, pushing upward gently, a slow, steady thrust. His dick, responding to her embrace, began to firm, swelling inside her. He pulled back, almost entirely, then eased back in, a languid, deliberate motion. Jade gasped, a soft, breathy sound, her hips swaying subtly above him.

"Mmm... ohh..." she moaned, a low, sweet hum that resonated deep within him. Her hands, resting on his shoulders, gripped gently, her fingers flexing.

He continued his gentle rhythm, a steady push and pull that allowed them both to feel every nuance of their joining. His hands reached out, finding her ass. It was firm, surprisingly round for her small frame, and cool beneath his palms. He cupped her cheeks, kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing against the delicate skin of her perineum.

"You feel... so good... so full," she whispered, her voice husky, her breath warm on his face as she continued her slow, graceful movements. Her hips rolled, a gentle grind that sent waves of sensation through him.

He was lost in the feeling. Her wetness, the slow, rhythmic embrace of her pussy around his dick, was intoxicating. His hands on her ass, his light touches, drew him deeper into the moment. He could do nothing but let her lead, letting himself be ridden, letting her set the pace. He felt her inner muscles clench and release with each slow rise and fall, a maddeningly exquisite torment.

She kept her pace unhurried, a long, drawn-out dance of possession. She rose high, almost pulling free, then sank down again, taking him fully. She leaned forward, her short, messy hair falling around them like a curtain. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, light and teasing. She massaged his nipples gently, then slid her palms over his skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch.

He felt a subtle slip. His dick, still softening and hardening in turns, seemed to lose its purchase for a fraction of a second, threatening to slide out completely.

"Ah!" Jade gasped, a tiny sound of surprise as she felt the momentary dislodgment. Her hips paused, and she adjusted, pushing down with a focused intensity. He felt the tip of his dick nudge her entrance again, then slowly, surely, she guided him back in, taking him inch by careful inch until he was fully buried once more.

"Silly thing," she murmured playfully, a hint of mischief in her voice, yet with an underlying focus that showed her determination. "Don’t you dare try to escape."

She resumed her slow, deliberate ride, her movements now even more precise, as if asserting her control over his reluctant dick. She rose high, pulling almost free, then descended with a smooth, powerful motion, burying him to the hilt. She leaned back, arching her spine, her head thrown back, exposing her throat. Her large, firm breasts bounced gently with her movements. Her pussy seemed to milk his dick with every slow thrust, pulling out soft moans from him.

"Mmm... you’re mine... yes," she purred, her voice laced with triumph, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. She leaned forward again, her fingers sliding from his chest, down his sides, and then grasping his hips. She pressed down, guiding him deeper, forcing him to remain still beneath her as she worked.

She varied her movements, sometimes rolling her hips in slow circles, sometimes grinding softly, sometimes simply holding still, letting the intense fullness sink in. The sounds were soft, wet, rhythmic. Her moans were low and continuous, a hypnotic hum that filled his ears. She was taking her time, drawing out every ounce of pleasure, making the ride long and agonizingly sweet.

Eren reached up, his hands still on her ass, then sliding to her inner thighs, feeling the smooth skin. He squeezed gently, his fingers brushing against her moist folds as she continued her slow, sensual dance. He tried to urge her on, to quicken the pace, but she was in control. She merely pressed her hips down harder, asserting her dominance, her eyes still holding his.

She pulled back almost completely, then slammed back down, a powerful, deliberate thrust. SMACK! The sound echoed, and Jade gasped, her head falling back.

"Oh! Yes! Like that!" she cried out, her voice sharp with sudden, intense pleasure. She quickened her pace slightly, her ride becoming more urgent, more demanding, yet still retaining a deliberate slowness that built the tension.

He felt the waves building inside her again, her body beginning to tremble with the approach of another climax. She sped up, her hips pumping faster, harder, rising and falling with increasing intensity. Her moans became desperate cries, her dark hair swinging around her as she threw her head back and forth.

She leaned over him, her eyes wide, blazing with pure fire. She drove down, deep and hard, pushing him to his limits. Her pussy tightened around him, squeezing, milking his dick with powerful contractions. He felt his own body tensing, pulled along by her furious rhythm.

She increased her speed, her body bucking and grinding. He felt her inner walls clench, convulsing around him, pulling out soft groans from him. She was relentless, riding him harder and faster, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. He felt the tremors starting, deep within her, shaking her entire frame.

"I’m... I’m going to... Oh, God! Eren! Yes! Ahhhh!" she shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. A hot, powerful gush erupted from her, drenching his belly. She spasmed violently, her body arching and trembling, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from herself.

She stayed there, riding him, allowing the warmth of her release to wash over them both. Her body went limp, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. Slowly, she began to lift herself, pulling her pussy away from his dick. The suction was strong, a wet, intimate sound as they separated.

Her pussy, now even more engorged and glistening, stretched wide. A stream of her wetness, thick and clear, trickled down her inner thigh and dripped onto the plush cushion.

"Ohh... wow..." she breathed, her voice a low, raspy sigh of absolute satisfaction. She looked down at his dick, still hard and standing proudly.

Jade then slowly slid off him, her body still trembling slightly. Eren, his own body thrumming with residual pleasure, watched her. She moved with a languid grace, stepping off his lap, her bare feet silent on the colorful cushions. She turned, a playful glint in her eyes, and walked towards the small chair he had been sitting on moments before.

She placed her hands on the back of the chair, leaning over it, her back arching, presenting her firm, wet ass to him. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes challenging him once more.

Eren slowly stood up, his dick already throbbing, responding to her silent command. He stepped towards her, his gaze fixed on her inviting form.

"Bend over," he commanded, his voice deep and firm, meeting her challenge. "And put your hands on the chair. Your ass facing me."

Jade, her eyes still sparkling with a playful challenge, did as Eren commanded. With fluid grace, she leaned forward, placing her hands on the back of the small chair. Her slender body arched, presenting her full, rounded ass to him, a perfect, inviting target. Her light brown curls fell around her face, obscuring her expression, but Eren could feel the anticipation radiating from her.

He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on her. Her ass, still slick with their shared fluids, seemed to pulse invitingly. He reached out, his hands settling firmly on her cheeks, cupping their soft, ample curves. He pulled her slightly closer, feeling the supple flesh yield under his touch. His fingers brushed against her tight, waiting hole, sending a jolt of raw desire through him.

He positioned himself, his hard dick nudging against the entrance to her ass. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, then pushed forward, slowly, deliberately.

A soft gasp escaped Jade’s lips as the blunt head of his dick nudged against her tight opening. He felt the firm resistance, the delicate stretch of her muscles. He eased forward, inch by agonizing inch, applying gentle, persistent pressure.

"Mmm... ohh... Eren..." she moaned, a low, shaky sound that vibrated from her core. Her hands on the chair tightened, her knuckles white.

He continued his slow, careful insertion, feeling her tight embrace. It was a profound, almost overwhelming sensation. He could feel every delicate fold, every inch of her stretching around him. He paused, buried halfway, letting her body adjust to the invasion, letting the profound fullness sink in. He leaned closer, his chest pressing against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her steady.

"So tight... so warm..." he whispered against her ear, his voice rough with rising arousal.

He began to move, slowly, deliberately, a careful push and pull. His dick, thick and hard, slid deeper into her, then pulled back, almost entirely, only to push deep again. Each movement was a study in controlled penetration, designed to stretch her, to open her, to prepare her for the intensity to come.

Jade’s moans grew louder, more constant, turning into soft cries of delight. Her hips shifted, subtly at first, then more pronouncedly, rocking back against him, instinctively trying to take him deeper. He felt her muscles clench around him with each slow thrust, milking his dick, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through him.

He intensified his focus, his movements becoming a relentless, sensual rhythm. He used his hips, grinding slowly, twisting inside her, finding new sensitive spots that made her gasp and writhe. He heard the faint squish of her wetness, the soft slap of their bodies joining as he continued his meticulous work.

"Oh, God... Eren... slower... deeper... yes... ahhh!" she cried, her voice a breathless mix of pleas and desperate craving. She didn’t want him to rush; she wanted to feel every millimeter of his invasion, every stretch, every exquisite ache.

He obeyed, taking his time, drawing out the pleasure. He pulled back almost completely, allowing a whisper of air to enter, then plunged forward with a powerful, deliberate thrust. SMACK! The sound resonated, and Jade gasped, her head falling forward against the chair.

"Oh! Yes! Like that!" she shrieked, her voice sharp with sudden, intense pleasure. She bucked back against him, pressing her ass harder into his hips, begging for more.

He continued his deliberate, powerful thrusts, feeling her body respond to every movement. He pushed, pulled, twisted, and pounded, giving her no rest, yet always with a controlled slowness that built the pressure to unbearable levels. He felt her wetness pouring from her, slicking his dick, making every thrust smoother, deeper.

He felt the tremors begin, shaking her entire frame. Her hands on the chair tightened, her knuckles white, as she pushed herself back against him, absorbing his every thrust. He pushed her further, determined to make her shatter.

"I’m... I’m going to... Oh, God! AHHHHH!" she shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. A powerful, hot gush erupted from her, drenching his belly. She spasmed violently, her entire body arching and trembling, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from herself. freёnovelkiss-com

He stayed buried in her, both of them panting, spent. Her body went limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. Slowly, he pulled out, his dick slick and wet, a soft, wet schlick sound as they separated. He rested his forehead against her back, catching his breath.

After a long moment, Eren lifted his head. He looked around the colorful chamber, the soft cushions, the playful drawings. This setting, so different from the others, had demanded a different kind of performance. He had given her intensity, but also a deliberate, drawn-out pleasure that seemed to suit her unique spirit.

He released her from the bench, gently guiding her to stand upright. She swayed slightly, her body still humming. He took a moment to look at her, seeing the deep satisfaction in her eyes. Then, his gaze fell on a section of the wall that was devoid of cushions or drawings, a flat, cool surface.

"Lay your back on the wall," he commanded, his voice firm, pointing to the blank space.