' And it's warm... The smell is strong, what's this on the tip of it? And it's sticky.' Merissa's right hand held Mikahil's member while her other hand touched the tip of it, feeling the viscous liquid. ' What was written in the book again? Pre-ejaculate? Could this be it? '
As layers of curiosity deepened within her, pulling her further into uncharted territory. The sensation of his skin beneath her fingertips was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and the intrigue it ignited seemed to drown out the hesitancy that occasionally surfaced in her thoughts. Her pulse quickened as her fingers moved with an innate fascination, as if they were deciphering a cryptic language of desire.
' Hmm, a handjob... A queen doing this, and this sight might become familiar.' Mikahil thought while sitting and looking at Merissa on all fours on the bed in front of him, feeling the movements of Merissa's hand. He had an idea but dismissed it. ' No... If she does this now, it might end too quickly.'
' How does this work? It's so different from mine, and it doesn't even look as unpleasant as it's described in the book. I'm even finding it a bit cute,' Merissa thought, feeling the texture of his skin, the way his body responded to her touch – every detail was a revelation, a piece of a puzzle she was piecing together with both trepidation and exhilaration. The room around them seemed to shrink, the air heavy with an electric tension that hummed like a secret between them.
Her eyes remained locked on her actions, as if memorizing every contour, every reaction. The weight of the moment settled upon her, a mix of curiosity and a burgeoning awareness of the power she held in her hands, both literally and metaphorically.
Mikahil's own curiosity mingled with a sense of awe. He watched as Merissa navigated the landscape of his body with a delicate determination, her focused gaze and contemplative touches sending a shiver down his spine. The complexity of her reactions – the surprise, the wonder, the realization – played out like a symphony across her features, a visual representation of their shared exploration. ' Could this be one of her abilities? How can she do this...'
Time seemed to stretch and contract as they stood on the precipice of a revelation. Mikahil felt his heart race, his senses heightened by the intimacy of the moment. He had never imagined himself in such a scenario, allowing someone to explore him with a curiosity that bordered on scientific examination. Yet, Merissa's actions didn't feel clinical; they were laced with genuine intrigue and a hint of something more primal.
Merissa's inner monologue continued, her thoughts unraveling in real-time. ' Pre-ejaculate... A physiological response to arousal,' she mused, recollecting the lessons she had absorbed from dusty tomes. ' It's a precursor to... more.'
With a combination of curiosity and caution, she turned her gaze upward, meeting Mikahil's eyes. The connection was electric, as if they were both aware of the profound significance of this moment. She allowed herself a small, knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of the vulnerability they shared.
"Is this," she paused, her voice quivering with a blend of curiosity and uncertainty, "how it works?" The question hung in the air, a delicate bridge between their two worlds, waiting for him to traverse it with his response.
Mikahil's own breath caught at the question, his gaze locked onto hers. In that moment, he recognized the enormity of what they were exploring together. With a mixture of honesty and a touch of bashfulness, he replied, "Yes, that's how it works. It's a physical response to attraction, to desire. Basically, it's what I'm feeling for you physically. In short, it feels damn good."
"Try putting your mouth on it like you wanted to do when you first saw it," Mikahil's left hand moved to Merissa's head, gently urging her forward, aligning her face with his member once again.
' My mouth? I... I want to know its taste, I want to possess it,' Merissa would part her lips, letting them gently touch Mikahil's member as her senses heightened in anticipation. The warmth and the texture against her lips were both unfamiliar and strangely fascinating. Her curiosity propelled her forward as her breath softly brushed against his skin.
Shivers ran down her spine. The texture was strange, but the intimacy of the act forged a connection that transcended the physical. Her breath, now mixed with his warmth, seemed to halt as she savored the moment – a blend of curiosity and excitement gradually overtaking her body. Sensations swirled within her. The faint taste that reached her taste buds was a unique blend of salt and musk, a flavor inherently belonging to the man before her – Mikahil, who wore a dominant smile and gaze. In this moment, she forgot her position.
Her tongue, moved by curiosity and newfound emotion, traced a hesitant path along his skin, a journey that seemed to fill the void in her heart. As she explored further, her movements gained a subtle confidence. Her mouth, once a vessel of questions and uncertainties, became a conduit of discovery. Every nuance of his reaction, every whispered sigh, was something new for Merissa.
Mikahil's own breath became shallow, his chest rising and falling erratically. He watched as Merissa surrendered to her deepest desires, now tainted with the intoxication of her newly discovered emotions. The warmth of her mouth, the sensation of her tongue tracing his skin delicately – each movement sent waves of pleasure radiating outward, igniting his senses.
Merissa's mouth moved in an unbridled manner, completely uninhibited. For someone who had never done this before, her actions were remarkable to Mikahil. She alternated between slow caresses and intense suctions. Mikahil placed his hands on Merissa's head, fingers intertwining with her wet hair, guiding her in a rhythm that suited him perfectly. In this moment, Merissa twirled her tongue around his member, squeezing as if trying to extract everything for herself.
"Oh, Merissa... that's... Keep going like this, you don't even need me anymore, it's perfect," Mikahil murmured, leaving his hand on Merissa's head, allowing her to take complete control of the final course.
Merissa intensified her movements, exploring every inch of Mikahil's member with her tongue and lips. She already knew every centimeter of the man she was bringing pleasure to, guiding him to climax. Mikahil was nearing his limit. Pressing Merissa's head forward, he released everything into her mouth.
'Is this his cum? I remember it being described as something terrible with one of the worst tastes possible... But it's nothing like that, that book, that damn lying book, caught me by surprise again...' Merissa thought, feeling everything being spilled into her mouth. Her already excited body began to moisten below, her mind weakened and blank, her desire for more increasing. 'Why am I like this?'