Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 131
Itâs just as he said.
Michaelâs words were true. She could feel the wetness trickling down between her parted legs.
âIt seems that youâre quite easily aroused.â
The words nearly rendered Irene speechless.
âThatâs because you kept…!â
Irene started to snap back, wanting to accuse him of constantly touching, inserting, sucking, and licking, which had brought her to this state, instinctively reacting to his touch.
But then she realized that all those memories were from her past life, and she closed her mouth.
But instead of pretending not to notice, he pressed on.
âWhat do you mean? What did I do?â
Michael persistently pursued the end of her unfinished sentence.
Irene didnât respond. In return, he let his hand wander over her smooth, flat stomach.
âAah!â
That, too, was a sensitive spot for Irene.
âAre you not going to tell me?â
âW-Well…â
âBesides, youâre getting wet so easily.â
A mischievous smile spread across his face.
âIt makes me happy to think you were eagerly waiting for me.â
âNo, itâs not…â
Irene turned her head, unable to deny it, her face reddening deeper than a well-ripened autumn apple.
She was aware that her body was fully prepared, perhaps because she had taken him many times in the past life, trying to accommodate his size more comfortably.
But when Michael grasped himself and pressed the tip against her wet entranceâ
âMmmnh…â
âŚshe couldnât help but let out a moan.
Just feeling the blunt tip slightly pushing in made her anticipate the immense size that was to follow.
Even though her body was slick and ready, the thought of swallowing something so thick and solid made her tense up with anxiety.
âUgh…â
Seeing her biting her lip, already struggling, Michael sighed and pulled back.
Even though he had barely pushed in, the tip was already slick with the mixture of their fluids.
âMiâŚchael?â
Irene called out, bewildered, as he withdrew.
In their past life, no matter how much she struggled, he had always forced his way in.
Now, he was retreating just because of a few groans.
When she attempted to sit up in surprise, Michael leaned down and kissed her forehead.
âI thought I was doing well, but it seems I still have a long way to go.â
He gently grasped her ankles and lifted them, placing them over his shoulders.
The motion caused her to fall back down onto the grass.
âMichael?â
Ireneâs voice was filled with urgency.
But Michael paid no heed, instead leaning forward to press his lips to the tips of her outstretched legs.
Chuâ Chuuâ
He deliberately made loud, exaggerated kissing sounds as he slowly moved from her ankles up along her calves.
His lips trailed over the soft skin behind her knees, continuing up the inside of her thighs.
âNngh…â
A fresh gush of wetness seeped out from between her widely spread legs.
He gazed at the sight, his face filled with rapture, then, as if determined to be fair, repeated the same journey on her other leg, slowly working his way up.
This time, his lips moved more deeply, and when they reached further up her inner thigh, Ireneâs body trembled.
He was clearly trying to relax her more, but the deeper his kisses went, the more impatient she became.
âMichael, just…â
Irene couldnât bring herself to finish the sentence, trailing off.
She thought that surely, by now, he would understand her request and come back to her.
Just as she was thinking this, Michael pressed his face between her legs.
âMich… ah!â
Before she could even push his head away in shock, his tongue found the slick wetness there.
He began to lap up everything she had been spilling, starting from below and moving up.
âW-What! No! Donât!â
The languid look in her eyes turned to one of utter shock as she registered the sensation.
This… this was something she had never even imagined.
âItâs… dirty down there! Why, why are you…â
Mortified and shocked, Irene tried desperately to push his head away, wriggling frantically.
But, as he had done before, Michael did not relent.
