She could hardly stand it much longer. Sporting a drowsy smile, Rin hang her head, allowing her eyes to roll back in unmistakable euphoria.
There were no words to express how she loved the supple, delicateness of his calloused fingers, strong, honest, but otherwise knowing where to caress her just right. The contact triggered an eager awareness within, made her athletic body throb all over with stimulate gratification. For the millionth time she had to seize herself before going over the edge, and her bottom lip ached solely for it as her pearly white teeth punctured delicate flesh, but she willing herself not to feel pain, or taste the copper flavored blood that escape the self-inflicted wound. Rin deeply wished he would halt the boundless cycle of teasing, but she dared not stop him. Having Toriko so close was beyond arousing, she could damn near live off his very existence alone. Barely capable of thinking when he caressed her at such a torturously slow pace, she enthusiastically pressed herself into his broad palm, silently suggesting him to take more. She wanted to take hold of his lips with hers, grinning into their kiss when he tried to whole back a suppressed groan of pleasure. She adored the sounds he made when they were alone together, every little bit of it decorated her ego, and she became stingy, greedy for more of those heavenly panting breaths, and to lick away the light shimmer of perspiration that settled on his collarbones.
Both of them were lying on his Marshmalrock bed, fully clothed. Rin could not contain the quivers of ecstasy that were darting down her spine as Toriko continued to pamper her short black hair. "Hmm, so feathery..." he murmured sleepily, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist from behind while the other was preoccupied.
"Oh, Toriko... Toriko...!" she sighed, withering in contentment.
Also his covered member was pressed firmly against her back, so that was a plus.
The End.