Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 313
TL: Elphie / PR: Mikan
At the sound of his voice, Irene shook her head while still lying on the bed and buried her face deeper into the blanket. It appeared that she was unable to escape the sweetness of a late morning sleep.
Michael gazed at her with eyes full of love. He wanted to let her sleep comfortably for as long as she wanted, but the sun was already high in the sky. If he left her like this, she’d probably wake up late in the afternoon again, and the whole day would be a mess, just like before.
“Irene.”
He tugged at the blanket, lowering it, and kissed her cheek as she kept her eyes closed.
“The sun is already high in the sky. You need to wake up now.”
“Ugh, don’t…”
Maybe she sensed that Michael wouldn’t give up. Irene, who had tried to escape under the blanket, turned and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Then, shaking her head as if to say “don’t,” she spoke.
“Haa…”
Her behavior caused Michael to let out a low sigh.
‘It’s about time she knew.’
How much of her carefree actions drained his patience.
Pushing down the feeling of blood rushing to his lower body, Michael carefully removed Irene’s arm and placed it on the blanket.
“Ughh…”
Then she shook her head again and grabbed him.
The sound of her urging almost made him lose it for a moment, but he managed to pull himself back together.
However, the veins on his neck did not go away.
Michael took a slow breath.
He calmed himself. No, no. You tormented Irene too much last night.
At that moment, a vision of last night flashed through his mind.
* * *
He grabbed her slender ankles and pulled them wide apart, hearing the wet flesh slide open.
At the same time, he heard Irene sobbing.
She should have gotten used to this, but every time she did it, she burst into tears, unable to contain her embarrassment.
It was something Michael couldn’t understand at all.
He wondered why he was always so shy when he penetrated her wet slit, even as she squealed with delight.
Just as he was about to push all the way in at once, just the way she liked it, he changed his mind.
He grabbed hold of length, which had grown hard and stood so e***t that it was against his stomach.
Then he slowly slid the thickest part of his head underneath her, just barely.
“Ahhh…!”
Even though he had accepted it countless times, her body still struggled to accept him.
As much as Irene was struggling, Michael was struggling too.
Honestly, it was times like this that he got a little discouraged.
He hated to see her have a hard time, so he would spend a long time warming her up before s*x, licking and rubbing all over her body until she squealed with delight.
She was naturally sensitive.
Because of that, even though they did it every day, Irene would easily get wet with a few touches from him.
But when he pushed his finger in to try to loosen her up a bit more, she would groan from the sensation.
“It’s only one finger.”
When he made an excuse in embarrassment, Irene glanced at him with reddened eyes.
“Michael… your fingers are so long and big too…”
With that, Michael wordlessly slid another one in slowly.
It hadn’t been a calculated remark, but he couldn’t believe he was getting aroused by Irene’s insignificant comment.
The fingers probing downward soon grew to three. At first, he struggled to get it in, but her lower body got used to his movements and started to drip water.
When his hand became coated with sticky liquid, he would withdraw it and prepare to enter.
Today was no different.
He started with kisses, taking her face, neck, and b*****s in his mouth as much as he could before moving down.
Michael had to swallow a ragged breath as he slid down her smooth skin.
When he thought about it, he and Irene were no different.
This was something he did every day but he still got excited every time.
However, Michael decided to blame his own awkwardness on Irene.
She’s so pretty, so lovely.
How could he possibly stay composed?
