Hiya– It’s Me, The Runaway Female Lead - Chapter 38

Placing my hand gently atop the large hand kneading my b*****s as he pleased, I quietly moved it away. Claude looked at me with a puzzled expression.

But only for a moment.

When I kissed his lips and nape to comfort him, a pleased sigh soon slipped from his mouth. It seemed he didn’t mind my assertiveness.

I began unbuttoning his shirt and lowered my lips down.

The well-defined pectoral muscles, always perfect no matter when I saw them, were firmer than they looked on the surface. I pressed my lips to the unexpectedly soft muscles, then, teasing his n****e—which was smaller than mine but firmly raised—I took it between my lips and played with it. Claude let out both a shallow breath and a laugh.

I ran my hand down the sharply lined abs and finally hooked my fingers into his trousers. Without hesitation, I untied the string and pulled down even his undergarments. The huge member, confined within the fabric, sprang free.

Until now, I had only ever been urgently and mindlessly thrusting that thing inside me. But seeing it now after such a long time, I realized how much more daunting it was than I expected. Still, I wanted to look as skilled and experienced as possible.

Pretending not to be surprised at its intimidating size, as if I were a woman who could handle something like this as easily as an after-dinner dessert, I wrapped one hand around the shaft and ran it up and down as I knelt between his legs. By then, Claude couldn’t possibly not notice what I was about to do.

“Ayla, what are you suddenly… You don’t have to do this.”

“I just… for some reason, I feel like doing it. Is that not okay?”

Since our bodies first became entangled, I’d only tried this out of curiosity once, and never again. He didn’t seem particularly fond of oral, so I’d hardly ever offered to do it. But today, I wanted him to feel it was something I was giving to him.

“You don’t want to?”

Looking up at the conflicted Claude, I asked almost pleadingly. The weapon in my hand nodded up and down as if answering for him.

It seemed like permission… But I still needed the owner’s consent, so I looked at his face again.

After a brief hesitation, Claude, as if surrendering to my plea, placed one hand on the back of my head. That must mean permission.

Though I tried to steel myself, the truth was, I was still daunted by its size. With a deep breath, I summoned my courage and opened my mouth wide, taking the thick tip in.

Even at my widest, my lips felt stretched to the point of tearing. The subtle scent of soap tickled my nose, but the sheer bulk filling my mouth was already overwhelming. It was so tightly wedged that I could feel every raised vein through the mucous membrane of my lips.

Fortunately, the saliva I hadn’t managed to swallow worked as a lubricant. I traced the thin skin with my tongue while sucking on the plump head like candy. Gradually, I began to taste the briny wetness seeping from the once-dry joint.

“Huu, keugh…”

I barely managed to breathe through my nose. Even though I only managed to take in half, it was the best I could do. If I tried to take it all the way, would I suffocate? Even half was already tough, but watching Claude’s reaction made it all worth it.

With my hand, I stroked the remaining length I couldn’t swallow, squeezing up and down. The stone-like thighs brushing my shoulders shivered in response to the intensity of my suction, something I rather enjoyed.

Watching Claude drown in sensation, I felt my own body heating up. Even though his hand only rested on the back of my head, the sight of him desiring me sent a thrill through me stronger than ever.