Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

He didn't say a word to her suggestion at they take this action, her hot and wet sex being toyed with by his fingers like she were something precious that he owned entirely, he just watched her ominously as she agreed to finish her ramen. He never expected that he'd enjoy touching a woman without her undivided attention. But, in reality, rubbing her place and spotting the many ways her body responded to it while she tried to perform this manual task of consuming her hot and excellent smelling ramen, it just multiplied the way he savored her body. He wasn't a food-phile, and he didn't focus on the concept of her consuming. Aimi's figure was one of the incredibly important details of her person that made her so perfect for the prince that was so hungry for heirs already despite being so young comparably to the jonin that were having kids. His left hand wouldn't reach for his chopsticks to help her, though. He wanted to tease her more and see if he could manipulate her into eating slower against her own wishes by causing a sensory overload. His free, and equally large yet skillful left hand now took to her left breast beneath her left arm and over her clothing. He fondled her intently as he stroked her clit indirectly with so much vigor that he started making little wet sounds on her sex without even having to dive his fingers into her yet. He was clearly saving that stimulation for something special, but he wondered if she was aware of that fact. If he hadn't melted her down to the point that she was no longer capable of revising her thoughts and taking a critical analysis of his actions and motivations. And that made him nearly lose his cool composure as a thought. He kept himself from displaying that sensation on his face with his immense self-control, but it wasn't easy. As she finished, he withdrew his hand from her crotch and sunk his fingers that positively glowed and shined with her lathered pussy juices right into his mouth such that she could watch and even smell his saliva mixing with her lewdest of scents. His tongue could almost visibly run along his fingers before his incredibly kissable lips wrapped around his fingers halfway. He had time to taste what of her essence he summoned with his touch and his aura, his eyes on her own as he allowed her to witness this act. He wasn't a normal man, and she wasn't just a fling. Nobody would do this for someone that wasn't very special to them. Especially with so little build up as to just walk across a room and sit beside that person. This whole time he was fondling her breast up to this point as well before finally releasing her and standing from the booth. His hands left her order's payment in his own hard earned currency without asking her for permission and he didn't seem to be in any mood for petty arguments concerning who should pay anyway. He did entertain himself with her body while she ate, and if anything, he figured he could make a good case for why he should pay regardless of whatever point someone else could raise. Come, Princess. He extended a hand, almost kicking himself for not approaching her in private in the first place. The mere fact that he didn't have a hand in her panties right now upsetted him in ways he didn't want to display, and he managed to hide from his ominous, confident expression. We can spend our time 'recovering' together at my place. No one will disturb us there.