Chapter 27
The lips that passed under my shadowed b*****s and along my ribs, past my soft belly, finally went to my pelvis, the inside of my thighs, and eventually, even deeper and wetter than that.
Of course, as a complete novice, I couldn’t help but be shocked at that point.
“What are you— Don’t do that!”
But Claude, who was already holding my legs apart with both hands and biting into the plump outer flesh, shamelessly asked back,
“What, don’t do what?”
“That’s… That’s dirty…”
“Dirty? When it smells this delicious?”
His red eyes gleamed slyly, not a trace of embarrassment. With a deliberately exaggerated gesture, he licked his lips and, looking straight at me, pressed his mouth there for me to see.
His tongue, digging through the layers of flesh, finally found the smooth, moist inner flesh. That hot, rough tongue boldly claimed as its territory a place even my own hands had never touched.
Every time his wide tongue licked over that place, like a dog slurping water, ticklish sensations bloomed in my tender flesh. The more persistently his tongue moved, the more that feeling changed into a strange, hard-to-bear sensation. It was similar to goosebumps, but much stronger and more explicit, crawling up my spine.
“Uh, mm…”
Maybe noticing my reaction, Claude’s tongue grew even more persistent.
His hands, still gripping my thighs, were now lifting and kneading my hips as he pleased. Even if I wanted to close my legs out of embarrassment, his head, buried down there, made that impossible.
His tongue, harder than before, thoroughly explored every narrow fold and wrinkle. At first, he just seemed satisfied tasting me, but soon, his lips and tongue finally found the hidden peak.
“Aah!”
It was a spot that sparked a completely different sensation. Claude, having found that tiny bud where all my nerves seemed to gather, began to toy with it. For a moment, he rolled it gently as if peeling the skin with his nimble tongue, but then, with a rougher movement, he poked and rubbed it more directly, and my vision spun.
“Ah, mm, Young Master, this is weird… stop, uh, mm, don’t, please…”
Of course, with his nasty personality, there was no way he would listen to my pleas. Instead, he grew more explicit, making wet, noisy sucking sounds as his lips clung to me, leaving me almost breathless.
Everything below my waist felt overtaken by unfamiliar and sweet sensations. My mind, afraid of these new feelings, was in chaos, but my body, out of instinct, trembled and craved even more stimulation. I thought I heard Claude’s low laughter, but I couldn’t be sure. My head was so full of confusion and desire.
“Haa… ah, hng, aah…!”
Every time his tongue moved faster and more fiercely, moisture welled up from deep inside in response. The wetness spread not just to my womanhood but all the way to the crack of my hips. But Claude didn’t care. If anything, he eagerly lapped up all of it with his tongue.
“Mmn! Ah, hnngh, aah!”
With stimulation coming only from his mouth, my mind finally went blank as a beast-like sound escaped me.
Without realizing, my hips jerked on their own. Even as my whole body trembled through my first climax, Claude, relentless, kept licking and teasing not only my peak but the opening below as well, not giving me any chance to rest. It felt like I would lose my mind.
Claude only stopped once my trembling faded and I was left shivering intermittently. He didn’t let me go, instead licking up every drop of liquid I had spilled, and only then did he finally lift his body, with a playful smile.
“Did it feel good? Hm?”
With those shiny lips wiped on the back of his hand, he looked at me, as brazen and sensual as could be.
For my first experience, it was so overwhelming I felt as if my soul had flown away.
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