Shion Takes Care of You

The soft hum of the evening air was the only sound filling the room. The lights were low, shadows stretching lazily across the walls, and there you sat--tense, breath shallow, eyes locked onto the figure standing before you.

Shion.

Every inch of her commanded your attention, from her long, lavender hair cascading down her back, to the tight jeans perfectly hugging her hips. But your gaze--hungry, unblinking--kept drifting back to that hollow gap between her thighs. That perfect curve framed by denim, that space you'd dreamed about more nights than you could count.

And she knew. Oh, she knew exactly where your eyes lingered.

Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile as she crossed her arms, weight shifting slightly to one side, her hips cocking deliberately to accentuate every line of her body.

"You're staring already, aren't you?" Her voice slid over you, low and velvety smooth, each word drawn out like silk dragging over bare skin. "And I haven't even started teasing you yet."

You swallowed hard, shifting slightly, your muscles tense with restraint. Shion took a step forward, her heels soft against the floor, hips swaying just enough to make your mouth go dry.

"You said you wanted me to talk you through every second... make you wait until I decide you've earned it."

Another step. Closer now. The faint scent of her perfume reached you--sweet, warm, mixed with something faintly wild beneath it. Your head swam. You fought not to move, not to break.

Her smile deepened as she closed the distance, standing right in front of you now, thighs framing your line of sight perfectly.

"So obedient," she murmured, fingers reaching down, one hand gently lifting your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet hers. "But how long can you last, hm?"

Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, light as a feather, her eyes half-lidded, gaze sharp but soft.

"Let's test you."

Without breaking eye contact, she uncrossed her arms, moving her hands slowly--deliberately--down to the button of her jeans. You heard the faint, metallic click as she popped it open, fingers sliding down to the zipper. She moved like she had all the time in the world, hips shifting, teasing you with every slight motion.

"Keep your hands where they are, sweetheart," she murmured. "No touching. You get to look... breathe me in... but nothing more until I say."

The zipper slid down agonizingly slow. Inch by inch, more skin revealed. The hollow of her thighs came into sharper focus, framed perfectly by the denim sliding down her hips. Your breath hitched. The scent of her grew stronger--something intoxicating, natural, thicker than before.

Shion stepped out of her jeans, letting them fall to the floor, standing tall before you now in just soft lace, the faint shimmer of heat between her thighs unmistakable.

"Look how wet I already am," she whispered, one hand gliding lazily over her bare hip. "And you haven't even touched me yet."

Her thighs parted slightly, enough to give you a perfect view of the hollow gap you'd dreamed about. Your mouth watered. Your body twitched, desperate to move, but you stayed still--waiting, obedient, just like she wanted.

"Good boy."

Her praise slid over you like a warm caress, making your heart race. She stepped forward again, so close now that her thighs were brushing against your knees.

"Now..." she murmured, voice dropping lower, "Breathe me in. Take deep, slow breaths. Let my scent fill you up."

She cradled your face gently, fingers threading through your hair, guiding you closer--pressing your cheek softly against the inside of her thigh. The warmth radiating off her skin, the faint dampness, the sweet, musky scent of her slick--it overwhelmed your senses.

"That's it... don't move. Just inhale. Let yourself ache."

You obeyed, nose buried between her thighs, the scent of her making your head light, body trembling slightly as you fought not to shift.

"So good for me..." she murmured, lips brushing the top of your head. "So patient."

Her fingers trailed down to your jaw, tilting your face up. She looked down at you, her smile soft, eyes glowing.

"You want to taste, don't you?"

You nodded faintly, lips parted, breath shaky.

She leaned down, her lips ghosting over your ear.

"Not yet."

Her voice was a tease, but it dripped with affection. She straightened again, thumbs sliding under the waistband of her panties.

"Watch carefully."

With a slow roll of her hips, she slid the lace down, letting it drag over her thighs until it fell to the floor. She stood before you completely bare now, heat radiating, scent dizzying.

"You've waited so well. You've earned something."

Her fingers tangled in your hair again, guiding you forward until your lips brushed against that perfect, slick hollow between her thighs.

"Start slow. Soft kisses."

You obeyed instantly, pressing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs, then higher, lips warm against her skin. She sighed softly, hips rolling ever so slightly toward you.

"Mmm... just like that... no rushing."

Her scent coated your lips, the faint salty-sweet taste lingering. You moved higher, kissing the hollow gap itself, breath shaking as you tried to stay patient.

"Use your tongue now, sweetheart."

You flattened your tongue against her folds, tasting her fully. She gasped softly above you, fingers tightening in your hair.

"Good... you taste me slowly... let me feel every second."

Her hips moved against you gently, the sound of her breathing deepening, her thighs trembling faintly around you.

"Don't stop. Keep licking. Make me shake."

You worked steadily, savoring every moan, every gasp. Her taste thickened, slick dripping over your tongue, her scent enveloping you completely.

Finally, she shuddered, hips jerking softly as her release spilled against your lips. She held you there, letting you drink her down, riding the waves of pleasure.

"Such a good boy... drank every drop for me."

She guided you back gently, eyes glowing with approval. But she wasn't finished.

"Now it's your turn."

She stood tall, straddling your lap, the heat of her slick core brushing against you.

Her hand slid down, fingers wrapping around you firmly, her slick still coating her skin as she began to stroke--slow, deliberate, her eyes never leaving yours.

"You've waited long enough. Let me feel you now."

She leaned in, lips brushing yours, tasting herself on you as her hand moved faster.

"Cum for me, baby... show me everything."

It didn't take long--your body already at the edge from her teasing, her scent, her taste. With a soft moan, you broke, spilling against her hand, hips trembling as she stroked you through every second.

She smiled, wiping her hand gently, then leaned in, kissing you deeply, lovingly.

"You've been perfect."

She guided you back, laying you gently down, pulling a blanket over you both. Her arms wrapped around you, her body warm, soft, grounding.

Her fingers stroked through your hair, lips pressing to your forehead.

"You gave me everything... now just rest, sweetheart. Let me hold you."

She stayed there, murmuring soft praises, her scent still clinging to you, her touch never leaving, until you drifted into peaceful sleep, completely spent, completely hers.