She didn't respond to his question. 'Is something wrong?' Her breath, air hunger, striding towards him, her eyes hypnotized by his body, every inch of it, was soaked in water.
"Ziya?" He boomed, his skin crawling and eyes anticipating her each step towards him.
"Riku." She breathed like a cold whiff, continued walking, then sat at the bathtub edge.
Quiet. Nerve-wrecking silence had taken place between the two, her eyes roaming down to his curled knees, his eyes following her fingers dip into the warm water.
He watched her swirl ripples, reaching his knees, and her lips remained sealed. Her lips were slightly quivering, her eyes focused on her fingers.
"I want to do something." She said once she had solidified her brain. His feet curled up, his chest warm with tension.
"If you don't like it, you can stop me." She muttered, her tone raspy.
"What .....what do you want to do?" He felt a chill run down his spine. He wasn't scared, he was bewildered.
She was acting unlike herself.
"I can't ... say." Ziya looked at him, her eyebrows curled, her tone sore. "I can show you." She looked at him with eyes so unusual.
"I have ... never done something like this, Riku. But I've always wanted to." Ziya added, her breaths struggling to escape her throat. "Would you ... let me?"
Given the expression on her face, Riku did not need to think twice. He instantly nodded and whispered. "You can do whatever you want."
"That's good to know, but if you want me to stop, please let me know. I would never ... do anything you don't like." Ziya muttered, her soaked fingers caressing his cheek. She was so scared.
She had no clue if he would like what she wanted to do. It was going to be her first time letting her heart take the lead in her actions.
She was terrified.
He cupped her palm onto his cheek and replied, "I would... let you know."
His words of assurance fueled her with the confidence she needed. Finally, she was able to do what she had been dreaming about.
She sat in the bathtub and gently directed him to sit between her legs, careful with each movement. Then drained almost all the water from the bathtub, leaving only their legs underwater.
The heaviness had just begun to soak the air, but he already felt drowned. Her breasts against his back, her palms caressing his arms, and her soft breaths onto his ear were making him feel drunk.
He clutched the bathtub edges, watching their legs glued, and gulped, jittery and unaware of his new experience that was about to take place.
But he was content, for she was going to do all of it. He was prepared.
"Relax." She whispered in his ear and quickly obliged, resting his head onto her shoulder.
"Look," Ziya whispered and raised her palm holding an orange before his eyes. She had placed it at the head of the bathtub. "You bought this for me... right?" He nodded inside his mind.
"You wouldn't dislike me if I did this..." Gentle grunts flew out of her lips and onto his ears. She had begun poking a hole in the center of an orange.
His eyebrows creased. 'What is she doing?'
"Don't worry .. I'll show you what I'm going to do with it." She rinsed the orange with the bathwater, squirted the face wash in the hole of the orange, and massaged its inside with her two fingers, showing him his foot through the orange. "It seems about right."
Soft, watery and warm, the orange was a perfect replica of a vagina.
He squirmed, seeing what she had done and what she was doing. He could see her fingers entering from one side and coming out from the other, it wasn't a pure view.
He felt his stomach tighten with each stroke of her finger inside that orange, his cheeks burning red and his dick slowly swelling in between his thighs.
She didn't notice any of that, her eyes were so focused on the orange and said, "I'm going to insert your cock inside this orange ...and make you cum ... you can stop me if you don't want that."
A jolt crossed through his senses, and his eyes widened. He whined lightly, without knowing, and turned his head around, looking at her in disbelief.
He had figured out what she was going to do with it, but listening through her lips made him more bashful.
"Should I stop?" She questioned, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
His eyes sank to her chest, he thought deeply, 'it doesn't seem weird.... it seems exciting. Does she really want this? ... Has she always wanted this?'
"Have you thought enough?" She tilted her head a little, her eyes tranquil. She wanted his response before she did anything to him.
His eyes fluttered. He licked her lip and looked at her, finally saying, "K-keep going. I want you to keep going."
He instantly turned around, bashful and astounded by himself, and clutched the bathtub edges, holding his heart tightly inside his chest while her heart danced and a gentle smile crept up her lips.
She had always wanted this. Finally, she was going to have it.
Ziya gently kissed his earlobe and grasped his cock with her free hand, "you're hard. Are you excited?" She whispered, delighted to see his excitement.
"Y-yes." He whimpered, growing more shy while she inserted the tip of his cock inside the orange and massaged it with its soft insides.
It was soft, watery, and squelching, catching him off guard and making him harder. He began whimpering.
It was so erotic, he never thought an orange could be used in such a way before.
"Let me know if this is too harsh." She breathed into his ear, thawing up and began jerking his cock with the inner walls of orange, slow and steady with each stroke, making him feel every inch and every squeeze.
He nodded, and whimpered, pulsating and burning inside the orange. He was on cloud nine, watching the tip of his cock enter from one side of the orange and come out from another.
A view so erotic for her vagina as well.
END OF THE CHAPTER
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