The Full Story of an Incomplete Divorce - Chapter 11

As the saliva-soaked fabric clung slickly, the rounded outline of her c******s became visible through the parted slit. The moment his tongue tip pressed down precisely on that spot, a gush of her arousal poured forth. Staring intently at the underwear now transparently wet, Lucius then peeled away the thin fabric.

Exposed suddenly to the cool air, her lower body tensed. Her v***a clenched tightly, releasing another flow of moisture.

Slurp. At the sound coming from below her, Charlotte couldn’t believe her ears.

‘Did he just… drink it?’

As if to confirm her suspicion, Lucius buried his face between her thighs and lapped up the flowing arousal. She was given no time to process the situation. The texture of his rough tongue, the sensation of the hot, moist flesh. Every sensation that the thin fabric had been blocking was now felt directly, and the stimulation doubled, pouring over her.

Lucius’s tongue, having drunk all the accumulated arousal inside, wandered around her entrance as if still unsatisfied. He took her c******s, no larger than a cherry pit, into his mouth and suckled at it like a nursing infant. The obscene, almost painful-to-hear sounds echoed raucously through the bedroom.

“Haah, mmph, heuk!”

How had it come to this? No, more importantly, was the man burying his face between her legs really Lucius Valentin? Was this truly her chaste, abstinent husband?

It was a reality too hard to believe. It would have been more plausible as a dream. She had imagined countless times being touched and taken by him. But in all those numerous fantasies, there had never, ever been a scene of him burying his face in her, frantically sucking her, or drinking her juices.

Amid the confusion, the pleasure felt more vivid than anything else. The sensation of his tongue on her mucous membranes and the bridge of his nose pressing against her c**t repeatedly made her hips jerk into the air. Her thighs, which she had been trying hard to keep closed, had long since lost the strength to resist and now lay trembling, spread wide open to either side.

“Haa.”

Lucius’s hot breath was exhaled directly into her entrance. Like sparks spreading, a hot sensation rapidly spread from her lower body up her spine.

Burying his nose in the crevice, now thoroughly soaked with saliva and her arousal, Lucius took a deep breath. Common sense dictated that the scent from her v***a couldn’t possibly be fragrant. Yet, Lucius, like a man intoxicated by a fine aroma, buried his nose there several times and took deep, audible breaths.

“Ah, that, heht, stop… Ahh!”

Shame curled her toes and sent rigid tension down her spine. Overwhelmed by humiliation, Charlotte covered her eyes with her palm and moaned, but Lucius remained relentlessly focused on devouring her below. The moment her swollen c******s, engorged from the continuous friction, was crushed under pressure, Charlotte climaxed with a tingling wave of pleasure.

Lucius finally pulled his face away from between her legs and roughly wiped his glistening lips and chin, slick with her fluids, with the back of his hand. Even as he steadied his ragged breath, his eyes remained fixed on her s*x. After casting a glance at Charlotte, who was lying sprawled on the bed gasping for air, he pushed his index finger deep into her still-quivering hole.

Her interior, where the spasms hadn’t even subsided yet, clenched tightly in surprise at the sudden invasion. The entrance gripped his finger tightly, as if trying to block the intruder, but she was already so thoroughly soaked inside that it was useless. Lucius’s finger slid in, probing her vaginal walls.

“Ah-heuk…!”

Each time his hooked fingertip scraped against her inner walls, it felt ticklish, almost itchy, stirring a deep desire. Adding another finger, Lucius tore into the red flesh, searching for the spot that made Charlotte react most sensitively and obsessively stimulating that point alone.

The curved knuckles of his fingers bumped and scraped against her inner walls. Trembling from the incessant waves of pleasure, Charlotte craved even greater ecstasy. She grew impatient with the anticipation, yearning for Lucius’s c**k to reach deeper inside her, to a place his fingers couldn’t touch—the deepest part.