Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Pwease Do Something...

She stroked him faster, using both hands now, squeezing and twisting around his thick length as if she was trying to memorize every vein, every pulse.

Sol groaned deeply. The sound vibrated through his chest and into her body.

Finally, his restraint shattered.

In one powerful motion, he rose from the tub. Water poured off his sculpted, battle-hardened body as he stepped out. Before Zeyra could react, he scooped her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms circling his neck.

His rock-hard cock pressed between them, trapped against her soaked undergarment.

Their faces were inches apart.

For a heartbeat, they simply stared at each other... eyes burning, breaths mingling.

Then Sol carried her across the room and sat down heavily on the edge of the large bed, keeping her straddling his lap.

The thin, damp undergarment between them did almost nothing to hide how hard he was. His massive cock pressed directly against her weeping pussy, only separated by a thin layer of wet fabric.

Zeyra let out a soft, needy whimper at the contact.

Their kissing resumed with renewed intensity.

Sol cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss.

Their lips brushed softly, tasting, exploring. Zeyra melted against his chest, her fingers threading through his damp hair. The kiss deepened gradually, growing hotter.

When Sol’s tongue slipped past her lips, she moaned into his mouth, her hips instinctively rolling against his lap, grinding herself along his throbbing length.

The passion built like a rising flame.

Sol’s hands roamed her body with restrained hunger. He ran his palms down her back, over the curve of her waist, then cupped her ass, pulling her tighter against him.

Zeyra gasped at the firm grip, grinding harder, feeling every thick inch of him sliding against her most sensitive spot through their clothes.

Their kisses turned passionate, almost desperate. Tongues danced, hot saliva exchanged, teeth nipped at lips, breaths mingled in hot pants.

Zeyra’s hands explored his bare chest and shoulders, nails lightly dragging over his skin, feeling the dense muscle flex beneath her touch.

"You feel so good," she whispered breathlessly between kisses. "So strong... so warm..."

Sol groaned against her mouth, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the thin fabric. His thumb circled her hardened nipple, drawing a sharp moan from her.

He kissed her deeper, hungrier, while his other hand guided her hips in a slow, grinding rhythm against his cock.

The friction was maddening.

Zeyra’s movements also became more urgent. She rocked against him, chasing the pleasure building between her thighs. Her hands moved down his chest, over his abs, then wrapped around his thick shaft again, stroking him firmly even as she continued grinding on his lap.

Sol’s control was hanging by a thread. He kissed down her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point, then lower to her collarbone. His hands slipped under the hem of her undergarment, touching bare skin at her waist but going no further... teasing them both with what was just out of reach.

The room filled with soft, wet sounds of kissing, heavy breathing, and the creak of the bed beneath them.

Zeyra pulled back slightly, eyes glazed with lust, lips swollen from their kisses. She looked down between them, watching her tiny hand stroke his massive cock while she rolled her hips against it.

The sight made her bite her lip hard.

"I want you so badly," she confessed in a trembling whisper. "But... not yet. I just want to feel you like this for a while."

Sol’s silver-crimson eyes burned with raw desire. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring her taste. His hands continued their exploration... squeezing her thighs, caressing her back, teasing her breasts through the fabric until she was trembling in his lap.

They stayed like that for a long time... lost in deep, passionate kisses and heated touching. Grinding. Stroking. Whispering soft words between moans.

The hunger between them was extreme, almost overwhelming, but they held back from crossing that final line. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Sol eventually pulled her down onto the bed beside him, turning so they faced each other. He kept her close, one leg thrown over his hip as they continued kissing and touching.

His hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing her through the soaked fabric with slow, firm strokes until she was whimpering and shaking against him.

Zeyra’s hand never left his cock, stroking him with loving, hungry movements.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with unreleased tension... a slow-burning fire that promised much more intense pleasure to come.

Their bodies moved together in a sensual dance of foreplay, building desire higher and higher without reaching the peak.

Eventually, Zeyra rested her forehead against his, both of them breathing hard.

"Sol, I-i can’t hold on longer,," she whispered with a soft, breathless laugh. "Pwease do something..."

Sol smirked, kissing her swollen lips once more.

"Wait! You are gonna feel even better. "

His hands explored her body with increased hunger, as he finally slid them under the hem of her undergarment, running his palms over the smooth, bare skin of her waist and back.

His fingers traced her spine, then moved around to cup her breasts directly, pushing the thin fabric up until it bunched above them.

He groaned at the sight... her soft, perfect breasts exposed to the cool air, nipples stiff and begging for attention.

Her boobs were bigger and softer than Kira, and smaller than Zephyra, but he didn’t know why they just seemed so soft and sexy at the same time.

He couldn’t wait further and leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. His tongue swirled around the sensitive pink nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Zeyra cried out, arching her back and pushing her chest into his face. One of her hands stayed wrapped around his cock, stroking him with long, firm movements, while the other clutched desperately at his hair.