Chapter 4
Jerome’s lips curled up quietly.
“It feels a bit strange, like I’m losing to myself.”
“But in the end, it’s all you.”
Yvonne said soothingly, cupping his cheek.
“Ah, Yvonne.”
Jerome closed one eye and savored the touch, then sighed deeply, his lips drooping.
“This is why I can’t get away from you, you know?”
His voice grew thicker, and finally, he kissed her palm, mumbling. It was almost like a child, pouting, but Yvonne couldn’t laugh.
“Hnng.”
Because his other hand, the one not holding hers, had caressed her br**st fully. Even though she was still wearing her chemise, Jerome didn’t seem to care as he immediately found the peak and rubbed it. A mischievous smile played on his lips.
“Ahh… Jerome.”
When Yvonne leaned against him helplessly like a captive whose weakness had been exposed, he gladly embraced her delicate body. His arms slid around her slender waist like a snake, pressing her soft body tightly against his own. As the pleasure from Jerome’s teasing of her nip**es and the hardness prodding her abdomen intensified, Yvonne bit her lower lip.
“Don’t bite. Open your mouth, Yvonne.”
He commanded softly. Obeying, she released her plump lip from her white teeth, revealing the tip of her red tongue. Jerome watched it tremble with his dark eyes before entwining his own tongue deeply with hers.
“Mmm, ah.”
Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut. Today, he felt even hotter than usual. Her hands, gripping his shirt, tightened with the effort.
Wet, intimate sounds echoed loudly as their moist mouths moved against each other. His tongue probed under hers, teasingly flicking it before delving deeper as he tilted his head.
“Hnnn…!”
The overwhelming sensation made Yvonne’s knees buckle. Kissing Jerome was always like this—a continual reminder of just how sensitive a human mouth could be.
“Yvonne,”
Jerome murmured her name heatedly, releasing her lips halfway. His voice crackled with desire. His hand had been kneading her full br**st, and now, his forehead rested against hers.
“You said you were thinking about the day we first met.”
His deepened gaze stayed fixed on her lips, not wavering for a moment. In that instant, a flash of emotion crossed Jerome’s blue eyes.
“…Jerome?”
A sudden foreboding feeling made Yvonne call his name.
“I’ve thought of something good,” he whispered, gently biting her lower lip.
“Shall we relive our first night together?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Just like that time, we were standing right here.”
Pretending not to hear, Jerome lifted Yvonne effortlessly and sat her on the vanity.
“Wait a minute, Jerome. By the first night, do you mean…?”
“I mean the first night my c*ck went inside you.”
He replied, slowly stroking the inside of her parted thighs. His piercing gaze lingered intently between her legs.
“Ahhnn.”
Feeling herself grow wet just from his gaze, Yvonne tried to pull back. But her attempt was halted by his firm grip on her hips.
“Do you remember?”
Jerome greedily kneaded her but**cks with both hands as he slowly lowered his head. He bit down on the e***t nip**e that had hardened through her clothes.
“Ah!”
“You’re just as sweet as that night, Yvonne.”
Jerome’s tongue was tantalizing her through the damp fabric. Every time the tip flicked against her peak, Yvonne’s body jolted.
“Haa, uhn! Th-that night, you didn’t do it like this…!”
“That’s right. Back then, it was like this.”
Jerome pulled down her nightgown, to reveal her white br**sts, already wet and glistening with saliva, and he couldn’t help but open his mouth wide at the tempting sight.
“Ah!”
His hot mouth sucked firmly on the sensitive peak. Yvonne’s back arched, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his head.
“Yvonne, your body… has changed so much.”
Between the greedy sucking sounds, he spoke.
“It wasn’t this sensitive back then.”
“Hnnn! Ah, Jerome!”
As his fingers slid between her legs, Yvonne tried to close her thighs in surprise, but it was another futile attempt against his strong body.
“Haaa. I didn’t expect you to get this wet…”
He deftly navigated through her soft, creamy folds, finding the swollen nub with practiced ease. Each time his firm fingers rubbed over it, a slick fluid gushed from Yvonne’s depths.
“Haa, ngh, Ahn!”
Unable to watch his long, straight fingers burying themselves between her labia any longer, Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut.
“Ah! Ah… ahhh!”
“I love how you sound. Cry more for me, Yvonne.”
Jerome whispered with a wicked smile.
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