Chapter 195: Himawari [3] 18+

**Chapter 195**

Kael stripped without rushing. Clothes landed in a careless pile beside the bed. Himawari watched him from the pillows, shirt still open, pants already gone, the conflict in her eyes never fully leaving even as her breathing stayed uneven. He settled between her thighs, hands sliding under her to grip the soft curves of her ass, and lowered his mouth to her again.

This time he took his time.

He licked her in long, slow strokes, flat tongue dragging through her folds from bottom to top, lingering on the sensitive bud until her hips twitched. Then he sealed his lips around it and sucked with steady, patient pressure. Himawari’s head tipped back. Soft, broken moans spilled out of her—ah... mmm... ah—each one a little higher than the last. Kael kept her open with his hands, thumbs stroking the insides of her thighs while his mouth worked her. He varied the rhythm deliberately: slow circles, firm flicks, deep suction that made her thighs try to close around his head. Every time her breathing grew sharp and her stomach tightened he eased off, switching to broad, lazy licks that kept her on the edge without letting her fall over it.

She had never been touched like this. In her mind the knowledge that this was her father’s face, her father’s mouth, crashed against the raw fact that no man had ever put his tongue on her before. The dual reality left her shaking. Her fingers twisted in the sheets. Her hips lifted helplessly to follow his mouth whenever he pulled back even an inch.

"Naruto... ah... please..."

He ignored the plea and kept her there, suspended, pleasure building and building without release. Only when her moans turned desperate and her whole body trembled did he finally lift his head. Himawari made a frustrated, needy sound at the loss. Kael crawled up her body and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue, while two fingers slid through her soaked folds and pushed inside.

She cried out into his mouth. He curled his fingers and stroked the sensitive front wall in slow, deliberate motions, thumb brushing her clit in time with each thrust of his hand. Himawari clung to his shoulders, hips rocking against his fingers, the unfinished orgasm still coiling tight in her belly. He kept her like that—kissing her, fingering her, never quite giving her enough to tip over—until her thighs were shaking and soft, continuous whimpers were pouring out of her.

Then he rolled onto his back, propped himself on his elbows, and guided her down between his open legs.

"Suck it."

Himawari hovered over his cock, lips parted, eyes uncertain. "Pa—Naruto... I don’t think we should—"

"I already told you," Kael said, voice low but firm. "I don’t care about your timeline. In this one you’re just another girl to me."

The near-slip of the old title hung in the air for a second. Himawari’s expression flickered with pain and longing and something darker. Then she closed her eyes, leaned down, and took him into her mouth.

She was clumsy at first—too careful with her teeth, unsure how deep to go—but she learned quickly. Kael watched her through half-lidded eyes as she worked him with lips and tongue, one hand wrapped around the base. Wet sounds filled the room: soft slurps, the occasional gluck when she tried to take him deeper, small muffled moans that vibrated around his shaft whenever he throbbed against her tongue. He rested a hand lightly on the back of her head, not forcing, just feeling the bob of her mouth. Spit gathered at the corners of her lips and dripped down his cock. She pulled off to catch her breath, stroked him with her hand, then sank down again, farther this time, throat tightening around the head.

"Just like that," he murmured.

She kept going until his breathing turned rough and his hips started to shift. Before he could get too close he sat up, guided her onto her back again, and reversed their positions. In seconds he had them in a messy sixty-nine—his mouth back between her legs, her face beneath his cock. Himawari moaned around him as he licked her with the same relentless focus as before. The dual sensation wrecked her concentration; her suction grew sloppy and desperate, interrupted by gasps every time his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. Kael fucked her mouth in short, shallow strokes while he ate her out, the wet sounds of both acts overlapping in the quiet apartment.

He lasted longer than he expected. When he finally came it was with a low groan, hips pressing forward, cock pulsing heavily on her tongue. Himawari swallowed around him on instinct, throat working, though some of it still escaped the corner of her mouth. Kael kept licking her through his own orgasm, but he still denied her the edge, pulling back the moment her thighs started to clamp around his head.

He rolled onto his side beside her, chest rising and falling hard. Himawari lay staring at the ceiling, lips shiny, breathing uneven, the unfinished tension still written in every line of her body.

"I should go now," she whispered.

Kael turned his head and looked at her. A slow, unmistakable heat still burned behind his eyes.

"Wait," he said. "We’re just getting started."

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