Chapter 37
“Ah.”
With a small moan, his lips pressed into the inside of her thigh, and Prina floundered like someone with water rising up to her chin. Whether or not she was troubled, Hunter had already settled himself firmly between her legs.
When his hot breath spilled down over her undergarments, the tense Prina swallowed hard. At even the smallest touch brushing over the most sensitive part of her body, ripples seemed to spread across her entire being.
Her undergarments were sticky with wetness, clinging to her s*x. Worse, she could feel the dampness steadily spreading. It was the first time she had ever experienced this.
The strange sensation felt almost like she’d made some kind of accident, and shame welled up inside her.
Just as she was about to close her knees to hide it—
“You’re wet.”
He pointed out the very thing she wanted to conceal and pulled her undergarments down.
Prina squirmed in alarm, but it was useless. When the fabric that clung to her peeled away, thick fluid slid down slowly, and her s*x, slick with arousal, was revealed.
The sensation of exposing her most private part made Prina bury her face into the pillow without realizing it.
The tip of his tongue slid upward, parting her folds. He lightly savored the sweet taste that filled his mouth, then buried his face in her s*x again.
“Ah…tuh…!”
When his lips closed tightly around the small protrusion, Prina’s spine stiffened. Feeling a sharp pull just below her navel, she squeezed her eyes shut. As he sucked insistently on her delicate nub, her tense calves twitched involuntarily.
Was there even a place like this? Prina had never known there was a spot on her body so hot, so ticklish. No, even if she hadn’t wanted to know, she had no choice now. With Hunter tracing over it with his tongue, marking its existence, Prina was forced to feel every intense spark that radiated from her c**t.
When he pressed his lips to it and sucked with the same persistence as he had moments ago on her b****t, her fingers curled tight and her hips trembled. It was as if all her senses were being drawn into that single point.
“Mm— Ngh, AH!”
The strength of the sensation, something she had never experienced before, made her try to hold her breath, but she couldn’t suppress the embarrassing moans slipping out over and over. She wanted him to stop, out of shame… And yet, at the same time, she craved more.
The moment that thought took shape, something inside her seemed to crumble, and the pooled arousal spilled out, collecting in the hollow of her perineum.
“Ah, uhng!”
When he scooped it up with his tongue and rubbed firmly over her c******s, Prina’s breath hitched sharply, a sensation like an electric current shooting through her as she reached a peak. With the heat spreading inside her pelvis, she could feel the pounding throb of her s*x, thump, thump.
Haa… haa…
Her ragged breaths fell hot over her skin.
The surge of pleasure, like a tidal wave, blurred her vision, and strength drained from her knees. Overcome by heat and reeling, Prina let her legs collapse to either side.
“Haah…”
She couldn’t think at all. It felt like being driven to her limit and swept away without resistance, like a fish caught and devoured by the waves. With his face buried between her legs, drinking her in, he looked like a predator slaking its thirst on its prey’s blood. It was frightening… frighteningly exciting.
As he sucked on her lips, wet with her arousal, his hand slowly rubbed the corner of her heated eye.
“You liked it so much when I sucked you that you dripped all over yourself?”
“Hh… hhuh…”
“And here, haa…”
Then he drew her small hand toward him. With their hands overlapped, the belt of his robe came loose, the fabric falling away with a soft sound. He kissed the corner of her flushed eye, and when her vision cleared, the sight of a sculpted, moonlit naked body filled her gaze.
“Prina, you made me like this.”
But what stole her attention even more was the pronounced e******n, jutting high above his navel. It was her first time seeing a man’s s*x, yet she instinctively knew Hunter’s was large.
She swallowed a startled breath at the sheer size, like a club, and it twitched on its own as if alive.
“Touch it.”
The moment he guided her hand down, she felt heat. He circled her fingertips over the slick, pre-fluid-slicked tip, the skin an angry, dark red.
The sensation was hot enough to sting. The more she stroked, the firmer the core inside became, the blood-engorged shaft growing so hard it felt as though it might burst.
…His desire, burning against her skin, was so hot… and so strange.
What was he… going to do with this?
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