Chapter 55
Maybe it was her imagination, but there seemed to be the faintest scent of milk. Gently kneading her b****t, Logan murmured,
“After the baby is born, milk will really come from here, won’t it?”
Anne lifted her gaze slightly. Logan was staring fixedly at the tip of her b****t. It had already darkened a little, which had been bothering her, but he was gazing at the center with a desperate look.
As if unable to endure his thirst any longer, he lowered his head and took the areola and n****e into his mouth in a single bite.
“Hnnh…”
When his damp tongue touched the heightened sensitivity at the tip of her b****t, Anne drew her shoulders in. Logan rubbed his face against the deep curve of her cleavage. His smooth hair tickled around her collarbone. Moving his tongue busily, he murmured,
“I’m already looking forward to it.”
“Ack, that tickles…”
Anne shook her shoulders as if protesting, but that was all. She had no real intention of pushing him away, so Logan indulged himself in her b****t. His careful, delicate touch gradually softened her. The heat under the thick blanket continued to build.
Anne’s hand had long since abandoned the task it had been given. Logan pushed the blanket aside and laid her flat on her back. His lips slowly moved downward along the center of her chest. Her abdomen was still flat, showing no visible sign of the pregnancy yet. Only a faint dark line ran below her navel. Logan reverently pressed a kiss there.
Perhaps it was because of this special day, or perhaps because of pregnancy hormones, but Anne felt as if tears might come.
The hands that spread her legs were just as gentle. Logan lowered his lips above the triangle where her curls began. Anne reached out and lightly stroked his hair. As he blew warm breath over her parted folds, Logan said,
“If you feel even a little uncomfortable, tell me.”
Anne nodded. Only then did Logan lower his head. He parted the soft flesh and licked upward along the slick, expectant skin within. Anne let out the breath she had been holding.
The sharp tip of his tongue traced along the flushed valley. As if examining its shape, he carefully explored the folds, brushing lightly over the small protruding bud. But he never pushed inside. As though determined to melt her completely, he kept licking only the outside, again and again.
Even that alone made moisture spill between her thighs. Anne lifted her hips restlessly and complained,
“Ah, hnn, why do you, keep doing that— only there… ah!”
But that protest lasted only a moment. When Logan took her c**t between his lips, her mind went blank. Each time he sucked greedily like a starving beast, her hips jerked on their own.
“Hnngh, mnh, ah!”
She couldn’t even hold back the cries that escaped between her teeth. When Anne began to thrust her hips wildly, Logan wrapped her legs firmly in his arms. Was it alright for a woman carrying new life to move this much? The inexperienced husband worried about everything.
Simply licking and sucking her was enough to make his arousal swell painfully. It moved him anew. The part he had once thought would be useless all his life became uncontrollable whenever it faced Anne Agnes.
Anne’s body trembled. Under the endless stimulation, her entrance tightened and relaxed on its own. Even though it already held his seed, her greedy body wanted more. Not even aware of what she was saying, she begged,
“Ha… h-hurry, nngh…!”
At her urging, Logan lifted his head. Her face was flushed red. Her unfocused eyes and parted lips proved her arousal. Logan wiped the slick moisture from around his mouth with the back of his hand.
As he straightened his body, expectation filled Anne’s eyes. She wasn’t without concern either. But if they were careful and gentle, wouldn’t it be fine. Logan, however, knew it wouldn’t be that simple.
He turned her over onto her stomach. Pressing his chest against her back, he placed himself between her full thighs. Realizing what he intended, Anne murmured softly,
“Just… put it in…”
“We can’t.”
Logan cut her off firmly. Anne puffed her cheeks in displeasure. Thanks to the pregnancy, the marriage had been easily secured, but at this rate she would have to endure the full ten months.
But Logan had no intention of taking a dangerous risk. Just pressing his length against the dampness below her was enough to create a rough sense of pleasure. If Anne Agnes wanted, he would gladly spend all night with his mouth between her legs, but even this felt like more than enough indulgence to him.
Discussion
0 CommentsNo comments yet.