It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 164
Lionel had sucked and licked me there so often that the place was unbearably sensitive. Even the slightest rub would make me gush below. I couldn’t let him touch it.
‘This is the limit now.’
Any more, and the wetness would seep out.
I looked up at him through fevered eyes as he rubbed over my lower belly where the sacred stigmata lay.
As always when he concentrated, a faint line creased his brow, and his lips pressed with quiet tension.
That expression… was the very same as when he drove deep inside me. And his hands were moving toward the space between my thighs.
He kneaded gently at the inner thighs, both adductors, before working steadily upward toward my g***n.
‘What do I do….’
A part of me wished he would go on, another part screamed to stop. I was torn between the two, unable to choose.
“All done.”
Lionel drew his hands away.
I stared blankly as he wiped his palms on a towel.
‘It’s over?’
The stiffness had melted away, tension unraveled, and my body felt lighter than before. And most importantly, he hadn’t noticed that I’d been aroused midway.
The outcome was excellent, but….
What was I to do with a body still burning?
I sat up on the massage bed, silent, and Lionel brought me a robe.
“How was it? If you liked it, I’ll do it for you often.”
“…It really was refreshing, but next time I’ll let a maid do it. When you touch me… it feels too good, and that won’t do.”
I lowered my head as I spoke. Lionel bent closer, lifting my face to his gaze.
“Serenia….”
In his crimson eyes, my face looked flushed red, and that only deepened my embarrassment.
Just as I tried to slip on the robe he’d handed me, he suddenly snatched it away and tossed it aside. When I lifted my head to him, Lionel, his expression urgent, asked:
“May I kiss you?”
He always asked me this way before starting. And each time, my answer was to throw my arms around his neck and part my lips.
His mouth covered mine as his body pressed close. His hand slid naturally between my parted thighs.
His palm cupped my slick s*x, slippery with oil, and rubbed gently until his fingers sank deep into the drenched passage, pushing straight into the place brimming with wetness.
From the haste in his movements, it seemed he was just as impatient as I was.
“Uhnn….”
My heated depths clung greedily to his fingers, sucking him in as if they had waited only for this.
He drove his middle finger in to the knuckle, stirred once, then slipped in another.
I had been soaked for some time already, and two fingers entered without the slightest discomfort.
If anything, the sense of being filled at last brought relief, even pleasure.
Again and again, he drove them deep to where the walls clung the tightest, then curled them as he drew out, until the liquid pooled inside spilled down into his palm in sudden gushes.
Our breaths tangled, lips and tongues entwining as one.
“Mmmh… ahh….”
Faster and faster his fingers thrust, then he added another, working me with a relentless motion. The wet squelch rang loud as waves of ecstasy surged through me.
“Hhh… ahh…!”
Shuddering at my peak, I trembled in his arms. His gaze, dark and molten, lingered on me as he abruptly pulled his hand free.
