Chapter 171: Taste What You Taste…

“Akira,” she whispered. “What are you thinking? Staring like that…”

“That you’re the most honest person I know.” He moved back over her, settling between her thighs, his clothed body brushing against her bare skin. The contrast made her shiver. “You feel everything so deeply: joy, pain, creation. That’s not a weakness, Aoi. That’s your strength. It’s what makes your art alive, what makes you alive.”

She bit her lip, fresh tears sliding down her temples into her hair. “I don’t feel strong right now. I feel… exposed.”

“Then let me remind you.” He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, sensual rhythm that mirrored the building heat between them.

She opened for him fully, her hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer as if to merge their bodies.

When he pulled back to catch his breath, she watched him with wide eyes as he sat up and peeled off his own shirt, revealing the toned planes of his chest and abs. Her gaze traced the lines of muscle, the faint scars from past fights, and something like awe flickered in her expression.

“You’ve changed so much since Halloween,” she murmured, her fingers reaching out to trace a path down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“So have you.” He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

“Not like you. You’ve become… powerful. Confident. I’m still just… me. The quiet artist who hides behind her canvases.”

“You’re still the girl who spent three hours explaining color theory to me in the art studio that one afternoon,” he said, his free hand trailing down her side, fingers skimming the curve of her hip. “The girl who refused to water down her vision for the festival painting. That’s who you are, Aoi. That fire hasn’t changed. It’s still burning inside you.”

She looked at him, her eyes searching his face as if memorizing every detail. “I’ve had feelings for you since that study session in the library. Plus you actually listen when I ramble about my art. No one else ever does that… not really.”

“I know.” His hand moved lower, cupping the soft mound of her breast again, thumb brushing her nipple.

“You knew?” A small, surprised laugh escaped her, mingled with a gasp at his touch.

“I had some idea.” He finished removing his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

The outline of his erection was visible, straining against the material. He moved back over her, the heat of his body pressing lightly against hers. “I’ve been protective of you because… you remind me of parts of who I used to be. Sensitive. Creative. Easily bruised by the world. And I didn’t want you to get hurt the way I did back then.”

Aoi reached up and touched his face, her fingers trembling as they traced his jaw. “You’re not that fragile boy anymore.”

“No.” He turned his head to kiss her palm, his lips lingering, tongue darting out to taste her skin. “But I remember what it felt like. And I don’t want that for you… not ever.”

“Then help me feel something else,” she pleaded. “Make me feel wanted. Whole.”

He kissed her palm once more, then gently guided her hand back down to rest against his chest, letting her feel the steady thud of his heart. “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he said. “I’m going to touch every part of you until the only thing you can feel is how much I want you. How much you deserve to be wanted.”

Aoi’s breath caught. She didn’t speak; she just nodded once.

Akira shifted his weight, sliding lower on the bed until his face hovered above her breasts again.

He didn’t rush. He let his breath ghost over one nipple first, watching it tighten into a stiff, rosy peak before he even touched it.

When he finally closed his mouth around it, the sound she made was soft and broken, sounding like a gasp and a moan at the same time.

He sucked slowly, flattening his tongue against the sensitive bud, then flicking the very tip in quick, teasing strokes. Her back arched off the mattress, pushing more of her breast into his mouth.

He rewarded her by scraping his teeth very lightly over the areola, just enough to make her gasp, before soothing it with slow, wet circles.

“You’re so sensitive here,” he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her. “Look how hard your nipples get for me. Pretty pink and swollen already.”

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment: long, dragging licks, then firm suction that pulled the peak deep into his mouth.

One hand came up to knead the breast he wasn’t kissing, rolling the neglected nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently until she whimpered.

Aoi’s fingers found his hair again, clutching tight. “Akira… it’s too much…”

“Too much good?” he asked, lifting his head just enough to meet her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed dark.

She shook her head frantically. “No. Too much… and not enough.”

He smiled a small, wicked smile and kissed his way down her sternum, tracing the faint line that ran between her breasts, then lower, following the soft dip of her navel.

His hands never stopped moving: stroking her ribs, cupping the undersides of her breasts, thumbs brushing the wet, spit-slick nipples he’d left behind.

When he reached her stomach he paused, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin just above her pubic mound. He could smell her now: warm, musky, unmistakably aroused.

The scent made his cock throb painfully inside his boxers, the head already leaking against the cotton.

“Spread your legs a little more for me,” he said quietly.

Aoi hesitated for only a heartbeat, then let her thighs part wider.

The motion exposed her fully; her outer lips were plump and flushed, the inner folds were glistening, and her clit was peeking out from its hood like a small, swollen pearl. A thin thread of arousal had already dripped down toward her entrance.

Akira exhaled roughly. “Fuck, Aoi… look at you. So wet your pussy’s crying for attention.”

She made a small, embarrassed sound, hands fluttering like she wanted to cover herself, but he caught her wrists gently and pinned them to the mattress on either side of her hips.

“Don’t hide,” he told her. “I want to see. I want to taste.”

He lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue from her perineum all the way up to her clit in one long, slow lick.

Aoi jolted, her hips jerking off the bed. He followed the motion, sealing his mouth over her clit and sucking gently while his tongue fluttered against the underside.

Her taste filled his senses: salty-sweet, slick and hot. He groaned into her cunt, the vibration making her thighs tremble around his ears.

“Akira… oh god…” Her voice cracked. “Your mouth… it’s so warm…”

He hummed in agreement without stopping.

He lapped at her entrance, pushing his tongue inside just enough to feel her walls flutter, then dragged it back up to circle her clit in tight, wet spirals.

One hand slid under her ass, lifting her hips so he could angle deeper.

The other hand came up between them; he pressed two fingers against her opening, rubbing the pads in slow circles until they were coated, then eased them inside.

She was tight… smooth heat gripping his knuckles, but so wet that the slide was easy. He curled his fingers upward, searching, until he found that slightly rough patch inside her. When he pressed, Aoi cried out.

“Right there?” he asked, though his voice sounded muffled against her pussy.

“Yes… yes, please…”

He rubbed that spot in firm, steady strokes while his tongue worked her clit in quick flicks. Her hips rocked against his face now, chasing the pressure, smearing her arousal across his chin and lips.

He didn’t care; he wanted her all over him.

Her breathing turned sharp and shallow. “I’m… I’m going to…”

“Cum,” he growled against her. “Cum on my tongue, Aoi. Let me taste how good you feel.”

She shattered.

Her thighs clamped around his head, pussy pulsing hard around his fingers as she came with a broken sob. Wetness flooded his mouth; he drank it down, licking her through every shudder until her hips twitched away from overstimulation.

He eased his fingers out slowly, kissing the inside of her thigh while she panted and trembled. When he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistened with her release.

Aoi stared at him with glassy eyes. “You… you really like that?”

“I fucking love it.” He crawled back up her body, kissing every inch of skin he passed: hip bone, ribs, the underside of one breast, until he was hovering over her again. “You taste like heaven and sin at the same time.”

She reached up and wiped a streak of her own wetness from his lower lip with her thumb. Then, surprising them both, she brought that thumb to her mouth and sucked it clean.

Akira’s cock jerked hard in his boxers. “Fvcckkk, Aoi…”

She flushed deeper but didn’t look away. “I wanted to know what you taste when you taste me.”

He kissed her then, deep and filthy, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moaned into his mouth, hands sliding down his back, nails dragging lightly over muscle.

When they broke apart, both breathing hard, she whispered, “Take them off. Please. I want to feel all of you.”

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