Starting With SSS-rank: I Get A New Skill Every Livestream

Steam hung thick in the bathroom, the mirror fogged to a soft blur and the tap still dripping into the tub in a slow, irregular beat.

The water was almost too warm, scented with whatever oil she had poured in, and it clung to their skin in a thin sheen that made every small movement feel slicker.

Amanda settled back against Kyle’s chest and let out a low, satisfied sound.

She had done almost nothing all day, yet the heat of him behind her loosened something she had been holding without noticing.

Her hair hung wet down her back. Each time she shifted, a few drops fell and broke the surface, sending faint rings outward that lapped at her breasts and the tops of her thighs.

She eased closer until her back fitted into the line of his body. He answered with a quiet breath against her hair.

A small laugh slipped out of her.

"You feel quite stiff, babe?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

She meant the hard, hot length of him pressed along the small of her back, unmistakable even inside the water.

Kyle hummed. One arm circled her waist and drew her flush against him so that there was no space left, only heat and the throb of him against her. His breath warmed the side of her neck, then her ear.

He kissed her shoulder, slow and open-mouthed, and whispered, "You know I am having a hard time concentrating here."

Amanda nodded. "Sorry." She knew the blessing came first. He would not have waited this long otherwise.

His hand left the waterline and traced down her stomach. Her breath caught. She turned her face toward him, eyes questioning even as her hips gave a small, involuntary tilt.

"I thought we were washing up?"

His fingers were already between her thighs, parting her under the water, stroking her folds with a patience that made her ache for more.

The bathwater hid nothing. She was already slick there, and the contrast of his calloused fingertips against that softness pulled a sharper sound from her throat.

Her head tipped back against his shoulder. One of her hands found his forearm and held on, not to stop him, only to feel the flex of muscle as he kept touching her in slow, deliberate circles.

The water moved around them with every small shift of her hips. Steam beaded on her collarbone. Kyle’s mouth returned to her shoulder, then higher, and the next pass of his fingers made her thighs tighten around his hand as if the tub itself had grown smaller.

The first press of his finger made her hips sway without thought. Her thighs opened wider in the water, giving him room, and the surface of the bath broke in small, restless waves against the porcelain.

"This is cleaning," Kyle said, voice low, a soft smile at the corner of his mouth, eyes half-lidded. "I am being thorough."

Before she could answer, his index finger slid into her.

The stretch was sudden and deep. Her hips bucked. One hand shot out and caught the rim of the tub, knuckles whitening as water sloshed over the edge and slapped the tile.

"Nngh... ah... your finger..." She looked down through the rippling water at the slow push and pull of his hand. "Was it always this thick?"

She felt every inch of it. The heat of the bath made her tighter, more sensitive, so that the simple in-and-out of one finger already dragged a raw sound from her throat.

Kyle’s thumb found the swollen peak of her clit and rubbed in a small, unhurried circle.

A helpless sigh left her. His tongue dragged along the side of her neck, finding the place that always made her squirm, and he stayed there, licking and sucking while his finger worked her open.

She melted back into his chest. Water climbed the sides of the tub and spilled again. Her legs parted farther. Breath came in short, uneven pulls. She shut her eyes and turned her face into his shoulder, giving him all of it.

His other hand rose from the water, cupped her left breast, and lifted the full weight of it.

He rolled the heavy flesh in his palm, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightened, then gave it a slow sway that sent another ripple across the surface.

"Mm... don’t stop... feels nice."

Her hips began to move with him, meeting the stroke of his finger. He curled inside her, teasing the ridged spot he had learned years ago, and each pass made her inner walls clench around him.

Steam beaded on her lashes. The drip of the tap, the wet sound of his hand between her thighs, and her own broken breathing filled the small room until there was nothing else.

His free hand suddenly clamped around her middle, pinning her against him. The second finger joined the first in one firm push.

Amanda’s eyes flew open. Her lips pressed together, then parted on a ragged breath as she stared down through the water at his hand working her.

Two fingers now, thicker, stretching her in a way that made her thighs tremble.

He reached deeper, hooked, and dragged across that rough, swollen place inside her. Each pass shoved her closer. The water around them turned restless, sloshing over the rim in thin sheets that hit the floor with a wet slap.

"Kyle... this is bad... I might scream."

He smiled against her temple. "No one but me would listen. Go ahead. Be as loud as you want."

She grabbed his wrist, not to pull him out, only to feel the motion. Her chest heave and mind began to turn numb. The sensation was just pushing her hastily towards the edge.

It did not last.

"Nngh... it’s about to... haaah!"

Her back arched hard. Her head dropped onto his shoulder. Her eyes rolled as the climax tore through her.

A loud, broken cry filled the tiled room. Her hips jerked and shook. Pressure forced his fingers out as she came in a sudden, hot gush that mixed with the bathwater and made the surface jump.

Kyle held her through it, smiling at the way she kept trembling in the aftermath, small aftershocks running down her legs.

He did not rush her. He simply kept her gathered against his chest until her breathing slowed and her body settled back into the water, limp and warm.

Only then did he speak, voice quiet near her ear.

"This process will take some time. The closer we stay, the better it will be for now."

Amanda was still a little breathless. "Is there no rite or ritual for this?" she imagined she might need to prove her worth first to get blessed by him. She has seen what Kyle was capable of, so his blessing surely would require some sort of hardship.

He shook his head once, mouth brushing her damp hair.

"My way of blessing is different. Exclusive for you. Tonight you go nowhere. Stay by my side."

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