Supreme Spouse System.-Chapter 229: Between Her Thighs, Under Her Soul

Between Her Thighs, Under Her Soul

"I love your honesty, dear," Leon whispered, voice low, teasing, as he ran the tip of one finger underneath the waistband of her panties. The gentle touch jolted her, her body instinctively wriggling in expectation. "And honest girls..."

His hand crept lower. His fingers slipped down, stroking the warmth between her legs—just enough to make her shiver.

"...get rewarded."

Her heart missed. Her breath stilled.

With careful slowness, he hooked two fingers through the lace band of her panties, pulling the delicate fabric down slowly inch by inch. The fabric stuck to damp skin, sliding away like silk over sweat-greased curves. With each yank, more of her naked, shuddering body was exposed—more of the slick, glistening arousal pooled between her thighs.

As the lace slid past the curve of her hips, down her thighs, then knees, he stopped, sight caught on the wet glisten at the tip of her Pussy.

She breathed softly, cheeks flushing.

Leon’s thumbs caught the edges of her panties, and with a last, slow tug, he pulled them all the way down to her ankles. He picked up her feet—one at her time—and slid the panties all the way off before throwing them to the ground.

And there it was.

Her Pussy—totally shaved, hot with passion and need, the tender folds swelled and wet. The warm light overhead threw a golden glow on her skin, and the wetness between her thighs glimmered like dew in the morning.

Leon’s eyes clouded.

"Gods... Sona," he husked, not able to tear his eyes away. "You have such a sweet pussy..."

Sona squeaked with embarrassment, her arms flying up to hide her face. "W-What are you saying?" she muttered, all flustered. "Don’t say that... it’s embarrassing..."

But her body had other plans. Her hips moved, her thighs opening ever so slightly. Her blush intensified, spreading from her cheeks to the side of her neck, even as slickness began to build again between her legs. The cold air slapping against her sensitive slit made her shiver.

Leon smiled.

"I’ll show you just how much I mean it."

He bowed his head and kissed the inside of her thigh. Warm, soft lips. He kissed higher—slow, worshipful kisses up her inner thighs, incrementing toward the nub of her need.

Then—

His tongue darted out and licked her.

One slow, indulgent lick along her wet slit. Savoring.

Sona’s entire body contracted.

"Ahh—Leooon!" she panted, her voice breaking as she pushed off the bed.

He didn’t relinquish. Leon’s lips pressed between her legs, his mouth opening to plant a kiss dead center on her wet core. His hands held her legs apart further; palms steady against the insides of her thighs to keep her spread for him.

The initial touch of his tongue on her clit caused her to scream out once more. The feel—hot, slippery, and precise—sent sparks shooting up her spine. His tongue darted and danced about her engorged bud, then flattened and stroked through her folds, lapping up every drop of her wetness.

Her legs shook.

Sona’s hand flashed down, getting caught in his thick golden locks, holding on hard as he consumed her with slow, intent regard. His lips played at firm licks and soft suckles, each motion a vow—each stroke of his tongue an admission of how desperately he craved her. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"G-Gods—Leon! I can’t... I—"

"Yes, you can," he growled, mouth pressed against her drenched pussy. "Let go. Just feel me."

And she did.

He went back to her clit, tracing the engorged nub with his tongue, then sucking gently—just enough to cause her toes to curl. His mouth was wicked, each motion pulling her further into the fog. The slapping sounds of his tongue on her, her moans, her whimpers—all filled the air.

Her hips rocked naturally, grinding into his mouth as her legs shook beside his shoulders. But he held her open, pinned her softly, his thumbs rubbing her shuddering thighs as if to calm the raw delight.

Leon sucked slow and deep, then fast and tantalizing—never offering her enough to tumble over the brink, but always offering her enough to leave her gasping.

She was drenched. Her arousal covered his lips, and he lapped it all up like nectar created for him and him alone.

Her moans became desperate.

Her thighs continued to twitch.

Her body curled and uncurled, seeking out his mouth. And through it all, one thought beat in her head, louder than the pleasure, deeper than the need:

This is the man I’ve loved since I first knew what love was.

My Leon.

My first and only.

His tongue slid between her folds, slow and warm, lapping up her essence as if it was his. He kissed her deeply—languid spirals within her heat, soft kisses over her clit that sent her body shuddering. Flick. Press. A suck that curled her toes.

"Leon! Gods—Leon, I—!"

Her breath dissipated into gasps and eager moans. Her hands darted to the sheets, fingers tangling in the silk as heat waves moved from the center of her, spreading deep inside her belly.

"Leon—ahh—Le...Leon—please—"

He moaned low against her slit, the vibration humming through her like electricity beneath skin. Each throb of his tongue, every brush of his lips against her distended bud generated sparks of pleasure that propelled her off the bed.

His tongue dove back in her, deeper, harder this time—tasting her, drinking her, swallowing the deluge she offered him. Then to her clit once more—playful, persistent. Wet noises filled the air, sloppy and vulgar.

Schlurp. Mmhh... slrrrp....

Her thighs squeezed around his shoulders, her hips shuddering uncontrollably as he caressed her with each accurate, reverent stroke. Her body shuddered underneath him, the pleasure inundating. Her Pussy throbbed, wet and hungry, quivering at the instant loss when he momentarily retreated.

He looked up at her, chin drenched, lips parted with heat. Her legs remained splayed, trembling open. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, her breasts jostling with every breath—peaked, flushed, exposed.

"You’re shaking so beautifully, Sona," he murmured, eyes burning into hers.

"I-It’s because of you..." Her voice came breathless, her gaze hazy with lust. "You’re too good..."

That cocky grin curved his lips again. "Then let me be better."

And before she could protest, he was back between her legs. His mouth on her clit with renewed avidity. His tongue did a perfect dance—alternating between long strokes and tight, wet pulls.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding it like lifeline. "Ah—ahh! Leon—don’t stop...!"

Her screams burst loose, high and shaking. Her legs bucked, struggling to close, but he trapped her open, pinned under his shoulders. She had no refuge from his lips, no quarter from the manner in which he adored her.

Her climax rolled together too quickly, no gradual ascent—just an arduous, wild dash to the summit. And when it broke through, it broke like a wave crashing on the beach.

"Sllrp... slrrp... hnnn..."

Her entire body shuddered—hips jerking, belly contracting, legs shaking wildly as ecstasy tore through her. Her spine curved, her lips falling open in a silent scream, and her fingers clutched tightly at his hair.

"Leon—Leon—Leon—!" she repeated his name like a litany, her body lost in the ecstasy he provided.

But he never wavered.

Even as she convulsed, he remained hidden between her legs, drinking her as if she were wine created just for him. His tongue glided over her folds once more, slow and deep, curling within her as if savoring the echos of her climax.

"Mmm..." he vibrated low in his throat, tasting her as if she were the finest delicacy.

Her thighs shook with each pass of his tongue, her body shuddering uncontrollably against the smooth sheets. Her Pussy pulsed, wet and overstimulated, but he didn’t give in. He feasted on her like a man half-crazed with appetite—lips and tongue moving with wicked exactness until her gentle moans dissolved into needy, breathless whimpers.

Each stroke against her tender folds shot shivers down her spine. His lips were ravenous, devouring, tasting, pulling moans past her clenched knuckles. She bucked under him, her hips rolling automatically, grinding softly against his lips. Her fingers clutched the bedding, knuckles white, attempting to anchor herself.

The sloppy, slushy noises filled the air—trashy, wet, and shameless.

"Ah... Leon—" she moaned, her voice shaking as her back bowed. "I... I can’t—! Something’s—happening—!"

But he wouldn’t let up.

His tongue curled in just the right spots, pushing inside her with heart-stopping precision. Then, his lips closed around her clit, and he suckled—slow, slow, patient—bringing all of the pleasure to the fore.

"Slrp... shlick... slrrrp..."

The crude sounds made her thighs shiver around his head.

Sona screamed, her voice shrieked high and shattered. "Leon—!"

"Ah—AHHH!!"

Her peak washed over her like a wave, her body jerking uncontrollably beneath him. Her back arched off the bed, her pussy spilling over in sweet release, pouring down his lips, chin, and along the line of his jaw.

But he didn’t slow.

His tongue still tantalized her opening, lapping up every drip of her being like a man under a spell. She gasped once more, thighs clenching hard around his head in too much stimulation.

"Wait—ah—I can’t... it’s too much—"

Not until then did he finally withdraw, mouth shining, breathing hard. Golden eyes blazed with dark hunger as he licked her one final time—slow, deep, claiming—before lifting from between her thighs.

Sona was lying there dazed, mouth open, gasping for air, chest heaving. Her body still convulsed with aftershocks, legs splayed wide apart, flushed skin beautiful pink, glistening with sweat.

He climbed up her shuddering body, muscles rippling under his bare torso. His heat bearing down onto hers, the rigidity of his erection straining plainly through his pants, pounding against her thigh.

He leaned in, tracing his lips lightly along her cheek.

"You taste like everything I ever wanted," he whispered. "Sweet. Fresh. Mine. My Sona... my forever."

Her heart skipped a beat. She gazed up at him, stunned and panting, unable to talk—unable to think.

Then, with a flick of mana, he wiped the slickness from his face... and kissed her.

Soft. Wet. Deep.

She tasted herself on his tongue—faintly sweet, faintly wicked. The kiss grew hotter by the second, their lips crashing against each other with hunger, with need. His hand molded the nape of her neck, fingers intertwining in her silvery hair, while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her close against his chest.

Their naked skin came into contact—an electric slide of heat and feeling. Her nipples, already tightened and heightened, came in contact with the hard surfaces of his chest, sending a tender moan spilling into his lips.

She trembled from the touch. From the recollection of his tongue. From the nakedness intimacy pulsating between them.

And below—there he was.

His dick pulsed against her thigh, only the thinnest barrier of his pants between them. She felt the full brunt of his arousal—hot, hard, restless. It pushed against her like a promise unspoken, needy for her, for merging.

A gasp left her as the warmth inside her stirred once more, pooling deep in her belly. Her Pussy contracted, wet and tender, still engorged from his previous devotion. The feel of being wanted this much—this completely—sent her body curving into him on automatic pilot.

She encircled his neck with her arms, holding him tight, chest to chest, heart to heart. Her breath shook against his lips.

"Feel me," she breathed, her voice thin with feeling, flavored with painful longing. "All of you... Come on inside me, Leon."

He halted for one beat.

Then his golden eyes rose—blazing. Feral. Adoring.

"Then I’ll give you all I am," he growled, his voice low, gruff, trembling.

His brow crushed against hers.

Their breathing entwined.

The world outside them melted away.

They moved, slow and automatic, propelled by something more than desire.

They were no longer apart.

One fire alone.

And the instant of their real union had commenced.

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