She leaned in again, but this time his hands pulled her up. Gently, but with that quiet insistence he always had when he couldn't take another second. She climbed into his lap as he sat on the carpet, straddling him, their slick skin pressed together, heartbeats syncing.
Ai leaned down, kissing his collarbone, his jaw, the corner of his lips.
"I want it like before," she whispered against his mouth. "The third sixty-nine."
He nodded, swallowing hard. "Get on the couch."
She did, laying back, legs bent over the armrest, head hanging just slightly off the other side — her hair cascading like silk onto the floor. Shin followed, crawling over her until his mouth was hovering just above her center, and her lips were inches from his tip again.
It was a mirror of the last two times. But this time… slower.
This time, there was no rush.
Ai wrapped her fingers around him and pulled him close, taking him between her lips as Shin's tongue found her folds again, tender and thorough. They moved in perfect rhythm, each licking, sucking, moaning into each other as pleasure spilled through them again and again.
Ai whimpered around his length, each flick of his tongue sending jolts up her spine. Shin groaned into her heat, trembling as her mouth tightened around him.
They were slick from each other, from sweat, from lust that refused to be satisfied. His mouth was greedy now, devouring her with each stroke of his tongue, drinking every reaction she gave him like it was the sweetest ambrosia. Her thighs clenched around his head as her voice broke into small gasps, muffled by the way she took him deep.
She bobbed her head slowly, almost lazily, and let her tongue curl around him. When he twitched inside her mouth, she moaned on purpose — knowing the vibration would wreck him.
"Fuck, Ai," Shin gasped against her. "You're going to make me—"
She didn't stop.
He didn't either.
His fingers spread her apart just slightly, exposing her fully to his mouth. He licked her in long, slow strokes now, drawing tight circles around the bundle of nerves that made her whole body seize. She whimpered and trembled beneath him, her rhythm faltering for just a second — then coming back even harder.
He felt her climax first — a rush of wetness and a deep, shaky moan vibrating around him. She kept going, panting through it, not pulling away even as her thighs clamped around his head.
But her mouth—she didn't stop.
Her lips slid lower, wet and open, tongue curling around him as if tasting wasn't enough — she needed to claim.
Shin bucked slightly, groaning as he spilled into her mouth. Ai swallowed with a satisfied hum, licking her lips like she was savoring the aftertaste.
But even that wasn't the end.
She slid down, panting, arms wrapped around his thighs. "Again."
He was already hardening in her grip.
She climbed onto him — chest against his, skin slick with heat — and began rubbing herself along his length, up and down, coating him in her wetness. She didn't let him enter her, but every grind made them both tremble. Her lips found his, their tongues tangling in a kiss more desperate than any they'd shared before.
"Still starving," she gasped into his mouth.
"Me too," he growled, lifting her hips slightly and guiding himself between her thighs again — not inside, but pressed tight, grinding against her clit, feeling the slick warmth of her wrapped around him.
Ai's nails dug into his back as they rocked together, breathless, desperate, never fully connecting but never stopping either.
And it wasn't even evening yet.
Her voice was shaking now, each grind bringing her closer again. "I'm gonna—"
"Do it," he whispered. "Let me feel you."
She cried out into his neck, her whole body convulsing around him as she came again, her hips jerking against him in uncontrollable rhythm. Shin followed seconds later, his orgasm flooding between them, mixing with hers, hot and sticky on their skin.
Ai collapsed forward, burying her face into his chest, both of them trembling, gasping, clinging.
Minutes passed in silence.
They didn't moved.
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The hallway was quiet, echoing only with their uneven breaths and the soft patter of their bare feet against the floorboards. Ai's hand was in Shin's, small fingers trembling inside his grasp as he guided her back toward his bedroom. Her legs wobbled with each step—whether from exhaustion, overstimulation, or the delicious ache between her thighs, she couldn't tell anymore.
She should've been mortified—should've begged for a break—but all she could do was follow, clinging to him like he was the only anchor in her spiraling world of pleasure.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Ai barely had time to register the soft light filtering through the curtains, the disheveled state of the sheets, the faint scent of her own sweat and Shin's skin still lingering in the air—before she found herself pressed against the wall.
Her gasp caught in her throat.
Shin didn't kiss her. Not yet.
He just looked at her.
Eyes heavy, dark, so full of hunger that she felt herself flush from head to toe. Her arms instinctively tried to cover her chest, but he caught her wrists, pinning them against the wall over her head.
"No hiding," he said softly, his lips brushing against her cheek.
"I-It's embarrassing…" she whispered, her legs rubbing together helplessly.
"You've never looked more beautiful," he murmured. "Let me see everything."
With her arms still pinned, Ai whimpered as he trailed kisses along her neck, then lower—slow, unhurried, a worship of every inch of her flushed skin. She could barely breathe as he dragged his mouth down her collarbone, then took one of her nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around the already puffy bud.
"Ah—Shin… Onii-chan—!" she squirmed, but she couldn't move, not with her arms held tight and his mouth teasing her like that.
He pulled back with a slick pop, her nipple red and wet from his attention. "You're so sensitive now. It's cute."
"Don't say it like that!" she whined, face beet red.
"I like when you get embarrassed." He grinned, guiding her toward the bed, letting her wrists go only to spin her around and press her down onto the mattress. "But I love when you give in more."
Ai shivered as she landed on her elbows and knees, the cool sheets brushing her flushed skin. She glanced over her shoulder, only to squeak when Shin's hands spread her thighs apart with no hesitation.
"W-Wait—!"
He knelt behind her, hands running up her thighs, thumbs parting her folds so he could see everything. Ai buried her face in the pillow, trembling.
"Onii-chan, that's… that's too much…"
"You've already cum twice like this," he said, his breath ghosting over her dripping heat. "You said it yourself earlier—you're addicted."
"I'm not—ahhh!" Her denial broke into a high-pitched moan as his tongue flicked her clit, soft and quick like a secret kiss.
Her legs buckled instantly. Shin didn't stop.
He licked her again—slow, deep, drawing shapes against her entrance before flicking upward, teasing the tiny bundle of nerves that had grown swollen and desperate for more. Ai cried into the sheets, hands fisting the fabric as her body began trembling anew.
"I can't—Ngh! Onii-Chan!—don't—"
"Yes you can," he said, pausing only to suck her clit between his lips for a wet second before releasing it again with a satisfied hum. "You're already shaking."
Her thighs trembled, slick and shiny under the bedroom light. She tried to close them, but Shin's hands held her open, firm and relentless. He buried his face again, licking and lapping like a man starved. His tongue circled her clit, then flattened to drag up her slit—collecting every drop of her arousal like it was honey.
When he finally stopped, Ai was a mess—moaning into the pillows, her body trembling, slick pooling between her thighs.
But Shin wasn't done.
He leaned over her, covering her body with his warmth. She felt something thick and hard press between her cheeks, but he didn't push. Instead, he shifted her position—carefully, slowly—until she was flat on her back again.
And then, he pulled her legs up.
Ai gasped as her knees were bent up to her chest, spread wide apart, her ankles placed high on his shoulders.
"W-What are you—?"
"This is the most embarrassing," he whispered, eyes trailing down her exposed form. "You look completely open like this…"
She tried to close her legs, but the position made it impossible. Her slick folds were glistening, throbbing under his gaze, her nipples hard from the cool air and his attention. She was practically folded in half, her hips lifted by a pillow Shin slid beneath her lower back.
He leaned down and licked her again—slowly, from entrance to clit—making her cry out in shame and pleasure.
"I-It's embarrassing—don't look—!"
"I want to look," he growled. "I want to remember every expression you make like this."
He ate her out again—sloppier this time, his tongue dipping inside her, then circling her clit as he sucked, licked, teased, and tasted.
Ai screamed.
Her hands flew to her mouth, but she couldn't contain the sounds. Her body lifted off the bed with every flick of his tongue, the orgasm building faster than she could handle. And when it hit—her back arched, her legs trembled violently, and her toes curled on Shin's shoulders.
"Ah—! Onii-chan! I'm—!"
He didn't stop even as she came, licking her through the climax until she was pushing at his head weakly, whining from overstimulation.
And still—he didn't stop.
"I can't—I can't again—!" she sobbed, her hands clawing at the sheets.
"Yes, you can," he murmured, crawling up her body to kiss her, his mouth sticky with her slick. "You're doing so well."
He shifted her legs again, this time lifting them high and pushing them over her shoulders until her knees nearly brushed her ears.
Ai's face turned scarlet.
"I c-can't—this position—"
"You're the most beautiful like this," he whispered, leaning down so his chest pressed against her legs, folding her in half. "And you're dripping again."
He reached between them, rubbing her clit with two fingers, slow and deep.
Her whole body shook.
"O-Onii-Chan—"
"I'm not going to enter you," he said, pressing his hard shaft between her lower lips, sliding it up and down against her heat without ever breaching. "But I am going to rub against you like this."
Ai whimpered, her hips lifting on instinct as she felt him grind against her soaked folds, his cock slick with her arousal as it slid perfectly over her clit.
The pressure was maddening. Every motion made her cry out—tiny gasps and sobs, legs trembling as the friction hit just right.
"Onii-Chan—ahh—it feels too good—I'm—!"
"I know," he growled, rutting against her with increasing speed, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. "Cum for me like this. I want to see it all."
She broke again—head tossed back, mouth open in a silent scream as her climax overtook her. Her juices coated his shaft as he rubbed against her again and again, drawing out every last twitch of pleasure.
And when he came—hot spurts shooting across her stomach and chest—Ai moaned at the heat, the sensation of his release painting her skin.
They collapsed together, tangled in each other, sticky and breathless.
And Ai couldn't stop trembling.
Still folded beneath him, her legs limp across his back, she whispered faintly, "Onii-chan… I feel like I'm going to melt…"
Shin kissed her forehead, holding her close. "Then I'll hold you together."
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END OF CHAPTER : 99 : THIRD 69!
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