Chapter 84
When she lowered the hand covering her eyes, she saw him frozen like a statue, staring only at her chest.
Did a gaze have texture? The way Bjorn’s eyes were nailed to her not particularly ample b*****s felt sticky and heavy like mud.
Under that gaze, which almost seemed to have substance, both n*****s stiffened with tension even though he had not touched them yet. Bjorn watched even that without breathing. Unable to endure the purple eyes that were slowly losing focus, Leila finally surrendered.
“D-Don’t stare so much…”
Rather than continue receiving that gaze, it seemed better he just touched her already. She overcame her embarrassment and placed her hand over his, guiding it onto her chest. The sensation of her round b****t being pressed beneath his large palm was vivid. She tried to act calm, but her skin must have flushed to the top of her head.
“Haah, Leila…”
Responding to her courage, Bjorn began to move. As if intoxicated by the sensation beneath his hand, with a dazed expression he carefully lifted her b****t like holding a holy grail.
“You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen since being born.”
But before long, like a man whose patience had run out, he buried his face into the mound fragrant with her scent. He pressed his lips indiscriminately into the soft flesh, savoring the unbelievable softness and texture. It felt like suffocating to death buried in the clouds of heaven.
Could there be a more welcome death?
Nearly out of his mind as he nuzzled his face flush against her chest, he soon bit deeply into the round curve that distorted under pressure. The sensation was unbearable otherwise.
After greedily taking it into his mouth, he wanted to lick it with his tongue. When he licked upward across the underside of her b****t, it tasted warm like soft fluffy bread. A flavor that forced him to lick greedily until the peak caught at the tip of his tongue.
“Ah, hn!”
The moment the hot tongue flicked across the hardened pink tip, a startled moan burst from her lips.
Bjorn instinctively realized this was the point that could ignite Leila’s body. From that moment he clung to it stubbornly like a beast that had chosen its prey.
The warm tongue wrapped the sharply risen nub and soaked it. Each time the rough tongue swept over it, her abdomen tightened and a precarious sensation like walking a tightrope consumed her. Yet the only thing she could cling to was Bjorn.
He sweetly accepted the feel of her hand lifting weakly to comb through his hair. But he never stopped sucking the flushed n****e.
The other hand that had been stroking her waist began rounding and kneading the opposite b****t. It was an effort to give her pleasure, though in truth his own satisfaction seemed greater. The soft texture was so fantastic he never wanted to remove his hand from it for the rest of his life.
Was he truly allowed to enjoy such joy? His head blurred with excessive excitement.
“In truth, every time I kissed you I imagined what came next. Since I had never experienced it, the image did not come clearly, but now…”
Sliding the hand that had been kneading her b****t downward, Bjorn slowly began to grope between Leila’s legs. Even then he did not forget to toy with her chest.
“Ungh, ah…”
“I think I can imagine it clearly.”
Leila, who allowed his murmuring hand to reach the most private place, felt like she might die. With Bjorn’s polite yet unrestrained touch, it felt as though her layers were being peeled away and she was slowly being devoured.
At some point he had pulled her dress and undergarments all the way down and off.
Now, Leila was completely naked, yet Bjorn still remained in his perfectly neat uniform, and that fact stimulated her shame intensely.
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