My other hand slides under her top, pushing the fabric up to expose her heaving breasts. I palm the soft mounds, feeling the weight of them fill my hands. I brush my thumbs over her nipples, teasing the stiff peaks until they strain towards my touch.
"That's it, baby. Just let yourself feel it," I coax, my voice a low, seductive murmur. I dip my head down, my stubble rasping over the smooth skin of her neck before I bite down, marking her. "Your pussy is so fucking responsive. I can feel it throbbing, aching for more of my touch."
*I pump my fingers harder, curling them just right to stroke that spongy spot inside her.
I can feel her arousal dripping down to her thighs, coating my wrist. I bring my slick fingers to my mouth, tasting her essence. Exquisite.
Miriko watches me through hooded eyes, her chest heaving, nipples straining against the damp fabric. I can see the battle raging within her - the desire to resist, to stay strong, warring with her body's desperate need. But her body is winning.
I lean in, capturing her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. My tongue delves past her lips, stroking along hers, coaxing her to respond. She whimpers into my mouth, but soon she's kissing me back, her tongue tangling with mine.
Pleasure builds between her legs as my fingers work her clit, rubbing in slow, sensual circles. I can feel her thighs starting to tremble, her pussy starting to clench. She's close.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down to her ear. "That's it, baby. Let go," I murmur, my voice a low, seductive purr. "I want to feel you cum on my fingers. I want to feel your pretty pussy spasm and gush around me. Give in, Miriko
My words push her over the edge. Her back arches, a scream of ecstasy tearing from her throat as she comes hard. I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers, rippling and fluttering wildly. A gush of liquid heat floods my hand as she gushes her release.
I work her through it, fingers pumping steadily, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure. I can feel her juices dripping down my wrist, hear the obscene wet sounds of her climax filling the room.
As Miriko comes down from her high, I let my fingers slip from her dripping pussy, bring them to my mouth to taste her. Her essence is sweet and tangy on my tongue, the flavor of a woman thoroughly aroused.
Panting, Miriko slumps back against the wall, her eyes glazed and chest heaving. I can see the tentative embers of residual lust dancing in her gaze as she stares at me. I flash her a smug grin, enjoying the sight of this brash beauty, chastened and wanton, all at the same time.
Then slowly, teasingly, I bring my slick, glistening fingers to her lips. "Open up, sweetheart," I rumble, my voice dripping with dark promise. "Taste yourself. Taste how fucking aroused you are."
Miriko's eyes widen, her gaze flicking downwards to my hand. For a moment, defiance sparks in those fiery depths, a stubborn refusal to succumb any further to my demands. But then it fades, replaced by a flicker of curiosity, of reluctant desire.
Slowly, deliberatingly, Miriko parts her lips, allowing me to slip my fingers into the warm cavern of her mouth. Her tongue darts out to lap at the slick essence coating my skin, tasting herself for the first time. I watch, entranced, as a shudder runs through her lithe form, her eyes fluttering shut at the unfamiliar yet not unpleasant flavor.
I let her suck my fingers clean, savoring the erotic sight. Once I'm satisfied, I withdraw my hand, bringing it down to the straining bulge tenting the front of my pants. Miriko's eyes widen as they land on the prominent outline, her breath catching in her throat.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and pants, slowly tugging them down over my hips and thighs. My rigid, throbbing cock springs free, slapping against my belly as it's released from its confines. It juts out, long, thick, and rock hard, the swollen head an angry purple and leaking pre-cum.
Miriko's gaze rakes over my impressive length, her eyes widening at the sight of my thick, throbbing cock. I can see the war playing out in her expression - the desire to refuse, to stay strong, battling with the undeniable lust darkening her crimson irises. But I can also see the flicker of curiosity, the hint of a challenge accepted. This brash beauty can't resist testing her limits.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Miriko leans forward. Her small, pink tongue darts out to kittenishly lick the swollen head of my cock. I groan at the brief, electric contact, my member twitching against her lips. Miriko's breath hitches, and she pulls back slightly, staring at my rigid flesh with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.
"Is this what you want, you beast?" she murmurs, her voice a low, husky rasp. Without waiting for my response, she leans in again, her tongue dragging slowly up the underside of my shaft. I shudder at the deliberate, almost defiant action, my cock jumping against her lips.
Miriko smirks up at me, a wicked glint in her eye as she parts her lips and takes the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She swirls her tongue around it, lapping up the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. I groan loudly, my fingers tightening in her hair as jolts of pleasure shoot through me.
Fuck, your mouth feels good," I rasp, my voice strained with lust. My hips twitch forward, seeking more of her heat, but I hold back from pushing in too deep, too fast. I want her to set the pace, to show me just how much she can take.
*Miriko pulls back, her lips curling into a smirk as she meets my gaze. Without breaking eye contact