Our Make-Believe Ends Here - Chapter 69

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Luirene bit down on her reddened lips and clutched his head. The more she registered that his face had taken command of her below, the fiercer the pleasure grew.

Hitaon felt her insides growing slick and moved his tongue back and forth in a gentle rhythm. A wet, squelching sound seeped through the smallest gap. Flicking through the opening that stretched more pliantly the wider he pried it, he slid a hand upward.

He cupped the soft mound rising beneath the chemise and let out a low groan. Even through the thin fabric, the plush flesh yielded and wrapped around his palm. Night after night, he’d been tormented by the urge to hold this in his mouth until it wore thin—it had been agony.

Now that the chance to touch it had finally come, he found himself wanting to savor the ache a little longer. He kneaded hard over the cloth until the flesh nearly bruised and licked at her below. Sticky fluid spilled across his tongue. He swept it clean with one long stroke, then licked back up—but he couldn’t keep pace with the amount pouring out. Before long, even his chin was drenched.

“Ah— mm.”

Her head tipped back and the arch of her foot curved beautifully. On Luirene’s skin, white as first snow, only the places he kneaded and licked flushed red. Hitaon pulled back from the opening—already slack enough to swallow two fingers with ease—and lifted his head slightly.

Through the parted flesh, the swollen nub was visible, protruding in a round bead. A spot meant to feel pleasure, just as this was—already plump and engorged, and he hadn’t even touched it yet. Perhaps because it bore the deepest flush of blood among all her secret places, his mouth watered on its own.

Hitaon took it between his lips and sucked deep. Luirene reacted on a completely different level than before—her back arched and her thighs trembled violently. From the entrance, its tightness slackened by taking his tongue, fluid gushed out in a sudden stream.

“Y-Young master. Ah— just a moment…”

“Is this good?”

“No. No, wait—!”

She could barely manage to pull her hand from her mouth. The moment she let her guard down, sharp-edged moans threatened to burst free. She was terrified they’d summon someone to the bedroom. Despite Hitaon’s assurance that the main building stood empty tonight, the long-hidden nature of their relationship kept her acting timid, over and over.

“Hah— haah.”

“Cry more. Luirene. More.”

Hitaon delighted in the place that released more fluid the more he pressed it, driving her relentlessly toward the peak of sensation. When he sharpened the tip of his tongue and rolled it over her c**t, her lower belly tightened and her breathing turned ragged. A hot, clawing feeling filled her insides—shivering, prickling.

His lips never rested for a moment. He tormented the c**t until the round bud protruded, then pushed the chemise aside and rose to bite down on her n****e.

Her whole body was growing slick and sticky with his saliva. As if drenched in sugar-water, she was melting thoroughly from head to toe. A desire surged in her—to become one with him, just like this, to tangle together completely.

Hitaon held the n****e in his mouth and scraped it with his teeth while continuing his assault on her c**t. He pressed two fingers together and rubbed up and down gently, then sucked at her b****t with a wet pop. The tip of the pale mound flushed with blood from a single pull. The n****e flushed to a color ripe for devouring.

“Hngh— mm—!”

Holding back her moans grew harder and harder. He buried his face in the soft curve of her b****t and suckled so fiercely that the bridge of his nose pressed into the swell above, and slid two fingers into the hole that had been flexing open and shut for a while now, as if pleading for something. Stimulated from below and above at once, her vision shattered into dizzying fragments.

“Hah— hnh— ngh!”

“Give me your hand. Now.”

Before she could even offer it, he snatched her hand sharply and guided it to his length, which he’d freed from his clothes at some point. The sensation of touching each other—each stroking the other with their own hands—was so slick and sensual, as if they were sinking together into a drenched world.

Hitaon’s c**k swelled even larger in her delicate hand. The ridges pulsed and veins expanded along the whole shaft, and from the flushed head, already heated pink, thick precum dripped heavier than any release. The beaded fluid seeped between Luirene’s knuckles each time she gripped and stroked hard enough to make the veins throb.