Chapter 53
So… our pleasure had always been created by rubbing our g******s together.
I stole a glance at Celesto’s face. His expression was rigidly set.
He wasn’t angry… just seemed a bit troubled.
A laugh escaped me involuntarily.
He’d prodded this spot hundreds of times with the tip of his glans, yet touching it with his fingers was this nerve-wracking?
Meanwhile, Celesto’s face only grew more serious.
“Come… up this way.”
A metallic-edged voice slipped from my lips.
“While you’re doing it, heueung… I’ll do it for you too, so… come closer.”
“…Later.”
Celesto coldly refused my offer.
“Can I use a different finger?”
“Eung, eu… whatever’s, comfortable.”
“…Alright.”
Celesto’s middle finger slid over my sensitive flesh.
After that, it was his thumb that took over.
The pleasure from his thumb, as thick as two or three of my fingers, was heavier than before. Whenever his rough fingerprint rubbed against my c******s, the depths of my lower abdomen contracted on their own.
Then, Celesto’s tightly closed lips parted.
“You’re producing a lot of fluid.”
As if suppressing something, each syllable he uttered was heavy with tension.
I leaned against the pillow, gasping for breath.
‘Why is he so good at talking dirty at times like this?’
The inside of my thigh trembled.
If asked whether I liked dirty talk or not, I would lean toward not particularly preferring it.
Honestly, I don’t really get what turns people on about it. I only use it when I want to clearly convey what I want while explaining something.
But the words that came out of Celesto’s mouth were strangely different.
Blatant words that spilled out without any intention to shame the other person or create a lewd atmosphere.
Whenever I heard them, deep down, I would clench on their own.
‘Is it just because the situation is stimulating?’
It was the same with the brief self-stimulation I had done earlier.
For some reason, I’ve never been very responsive when I’m alone. I’d rather just abstain altogether than clumsily arouse my body by myself.
But earlier was completely different. The pleasure was intense enough that I was reluctant to remove my finger.
I looked at the man who was surely the cause of that.
A presence that had been stuck in my life for my entire existence, except for the past five years.
A partner with whom I never imagined I would be doing this kind of act.
I spread both my thighs, fully opening my lower body. I could feel the fluid pooled in my labia trickling down along my perineum.
“Finger…”
Amidst the repetitive friction, a voice like a moan, soft and fragile, slipped out.
“Try putting one finger in. With this position… your middle finger would probably be best…”
“…”
Whether he heard me or not, Celesto swallowed deeply.
His heat-warmed fingertip caressed the area around my entrance.
His reaction made it clear. Celesto understood exactly where to put what.
“Heueu…”
A low moan slipped past my lips.
My entrance twitched with anticipation at the thought of finally swallowing something with substance after so long.
But Celesto’s fingers wouldn’t come inside.
Without penetrating, he just lingered at the edge, tormenting me. My hungry hole twitched incessantly.
“Eu, hueue…”
I glared at Celesto with sharp, axe-like eyes.
Then, Celesto’s finger slipped in slightly, brushing against my mucous membrane.
My body jerked. Already heated to its limit, my body responded even to his smallest touch.
That shameful movement must have been plainly visible, yet Celesto kept hesitating.
Eventually, my patience ran out first.
“Hey.”
An irritated voice burst from my lips.
“Are you not going to do as you’re told?”
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