She kisses him back without a single ounce of modesty. Her mouth opens wide, she takes a deep inhale before rushing her tongue against her lips. Her slippery tongue slides through his lips, wetting them with her saliva before her mouth gives a small suction against his mouth.
Zane finds himself overwhelmed but definitely not lost. He mimics her movements. His own tongue licks her saliva off her lips, his mouth tries to create a suction over her mouth. He traps her tongue with his after a moment...
The kiss turns dirty. It becomes harder to distinguish whose saliva is on whom. The wet laps of her tongue on his mouth, then his tongue explores her mouth with reckless abandon. The sounds increase more in the room.
Mph-smack... 🖤
Schluck... Slurp....
After a couple of minutes, both of them pull away for a moment to breathe. Their chests heave against each other, the thin trail of saliva acting like a bridge between their mouths. Both look at each other with half-lidded gazes, the lust and attraction heavy in their eyes.
Clara licks her lips slowly, cleaning off the lingering saliva on her mouth, giving the naughty side of her to him with a small teasing smile. She glances down between their bodies for a moment, where the constant friction between their bodies has made them even more sweaty.
She lets out a satisfied sigh, her hands sliding back to his cheeks as she caresses them with a gentle and unhurried gesture. "Thank you... darling. This night is the best one I have experienced in years. But..." She gestures at her body and smiles tiredly. "I seem to have become even more of a mess..."
"I am satisfied tonight, though, and I am also a bit tired... if you want to avoid the smell of sweat... we can sleep then."
He searches her face, noticing her expression closely, and it doesn’t take more than a second to recognize the hesitation on her face.
She’s self-conscious about her body like this... makes sense. But...
At this moment, the sight of her lying with her see-through blouse due to sweat and her kissed, swollen lips doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable at all.
He moves to hold her cheek for a moment and leans down again to give her a small kiss, which she returns immediately. He pulls back and shakes his head before replying, "It’s fine... Can we stay like this longer, Clara? I don’t want to move yet..."
"Oh dear..." she whispers as she feels the warmth of his palm on her cheek and leans against this warmth automatically. She nods with a faint smile. "Okay... we don’t have to sleep yet." She looks at her blouse again, where her curves are even more palpable, but she doesn’t look hesitant now. Her smile turns slightly smug as she looks at his face and lets her voice drop low.
"So, if you are not moving away from this... I am feeling a bit stiff on my chest, you know. And we also talked about your punishment earlier. Hm... maybe you could do something about it."
He stares at her smile and feels the heat rising over his cheeks again. But he doesn’t shy away anymore. Instead, he glances at the bed...
After a moment, both of them shift their positions to the center of the bed. Her head rests against the pillow, the hem of her skirt now ruffled up to her knees, showing the creamy skin of her shin and feet. She has ridden up the hem of her blouse too, revealing her healthy and soft belly underneath.
She looks up at him with an inviting gaze, her arms open wide for him and her posture open to hold him. "Hm... come, tend to them properly. Be gentle, though... otherwise, I will go to sleep."
"I know... being gentle is the condition." He murmurs while taking the place over her body again. His hands plant on either side of her shoulders as he looks at the damp area of her blouse. He leans down and presses her forehead against the fabric.
"Mm... you should open them because I might fall asleep if you delay it... I am tired, remember?" She reminds him with a playful giggle, while her fingers tread through his hair slowly as she watches his actions.
She is still teasing me...
He has confirmed that he’s going to be teased by her all the time now. And if she falls asleep, then it will be bad for him right now. So, his hands come to rest on her belly after a moment.
Her belly is soft and fits under his palms. He takes a moment to feel that. Then, his hands slide up toward her blouse. One by one, he pops open the buttons of her blouse. The fabric parts open when he opens the last button. He slides the blouse off her shoulders slowly with her help. The blouse falls aside on the bed, his attention moving to the newly revealed skin...
She wears a white lace bra, the straps tight over her shoulders. The bra holds her soft, milky and full breasts tight under the fabric. The two peaks of both of her breasts are already perked up, giving a delicious view of her chest.
But she doesn’t seem satisfied by just this. She slips her hand behind her back for a moment while watching his ogling gaze. She struggles for a moment before finally something pops up behind. Her bra loosens over her chest. With a flick of her hand, she abandons it completely.
Her fingers wrap over the underside of her breast as she looks at him, and tugs him down with her other hand.
"Now come over, Jack... don’t just stare at me."
Zane is lost. He stares at the pink tips of her breast, a trail of saliva dropping from his mouth just from the sight. As she tugs, he lowers himself without any hesitation and sinks his face between her breasts immediately.
"Ha..."
The musky, dense scent of her breasts floods his nostrils, the pillow-like weight of flesh pressing on both of his cheeks.
Heavenly... this is heaven. What is this smell...? So good...
He inhales hard with both his nose and mouth. His head tilts to the side as he opens his mouth and takes a small portion of her breast into his mouth, his mouth working automatically as he starts kneading the flesh.
"Hng... yes. How good... Mm..." Clara’s breathing becomes heavier and unsteady. Both her hands grip his hair as she tries to push her chest more against his face. "More... take it inside. Take my nipple into your mouth instead... hng—!"
Before she can finish her words, Zane has already moved to the top of her breast. His mouth hovers over it, then his tongue comes out. He glances up at her expression for a moment, then back at her nipple.
Slowly, he lets his tongue drop against her nipple, the pink tip poking back against him. His eyes close, his mouth engulfing the nipple fully. His mouth starts moving as he suckles upon it, his words muffled against her chest as he inhales once again...
"Clara... smells good... my wife."
[Synchronization rate: 10%]
[The host has gained 10% control over this body.]
[The First Courier has reached its 10% completion.]