My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 275
Just as if he were trying to cover her, his thick arm pulled her against his chest and pressed down gently. The dizzying sensation from the tip of her breast made her breath hitch once more. Edwin’s Adam’s apple bobbed on Giselle’s shoulder.
He moved his arm to the side. The crisp, starched shirt sleeve slid over the two lightly pressed nipples.
—Ah…
The stinging friction made Giselle shudder, just as if he had touched the knob between her legs. His palm, not the fabric, began to make contact. A whispering voice, as if he were lecturing her, flowed into her ear as she held her breath, her chest feeling like it would burst.
—I won, didn’t I?
Edwin grabbed Giselle’s breasts as if they were a trophy won after a battle. A low murmur of admiration fell over her ear.
The hot palm holding her soft flesh and squeezing it gently was beyond measure. Giselle’s reason melted away again.
Edwin’s reason, along with his gentlemanly restraint, seemed to be melting away as well. The hand exploring her breasts gradually lost its composure. His breathing had long since become rough, and a change in his body began to be felt beneath her buttocks. So, Giselle asked, even though she knew the answer.
—Do you like it?
He squeezed her flesh tightly, answering with a groan like a pained moan. Pressing, distorting, and crushing. He’d touch her nipples carefully, then roll them like a clitoris. The increasingly brazen movements of his hand showed a thick, long-repressed desire.
He was far more aroused than his expression had let on; his erection, standing like a pillar, jabbed painfully into Giselle’s buttocks. She wondered if his mouth was as honest as the area below his waist.
—Every time you kissed me, you wanted to touch them, didn’t you?
—Only wanted to touch them?
The hand on her breast moved to Giselle’s back. Holding her between her shoulder blades, he leaned his body and slowly laid Giselle down. Her buttocks were still resting on Edwin’s thigh as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He looked down at the flushed Giselle, who was full of anticipation and tension, with calm but feverish eyes, his upper body bent over hers. His fingertips glided down her neck, over her pearl necklace and collarbone, and up her chest. He circled the plump, raised peak once, then slowly, as if making a path, pressed down on the steep mound as he descended.
The hand, which had slid down her stomach as if running on a flat plain, met Giselle’s two hands placed over her navel. He gripped the bra that had been draped innocently over her wrist and dropped it onto the floor outside the bed with a plop.
Edwin gathered Giselle’s wrists and held them in one hand, pulling them up over her head. He entwined his fingers with her two hands and naturally laid his body over hers, pleading with her.
—Tell me if you don’t like it. Don’t hide it.
He still cared for Giselle, but this meant he would also satisfy his own desires from now on. He bit Giselle’s lips, which were curving into a wide smile. But he quickly broke away and began to trace a path down her neck.
He confessed with his body what else he wanted to do besides touching her. The tip of her breast, which would soon be wet with moisture, trembled in sync with her quickening breaths. Edwin advanced toward it, slowly but precisely.
He paused when he reached the spot where her flesh was raised. The lips of the man whispering —soft— were so delicate and tender. Her heart ached, and she felt like crying, but she also moaned, intoxicated by the dizzying sensation the man exploring her was causing.
He changed direction from the peak, circling the pink areola and teasing the pale flesh. When he reached the bottom of her breast, he gently bit the mound of flesh as if he couldn’t stand it anymore.
—Ah!
As soon as he let go, as if that wasn’t enough, he covered her nipple. A warm breath swept over the sensitive peak, and Giselle flinched as if touched by ice. He soothingly stroked her clasped hands with his thumb but didn’t release them.
His lips puckered, enclosing the nipple. Slowly, as if savoring it, he licked it.
—Ah-hut!
A smacking sound erupted, and he bit the nipple, which was already moist and trembling with saliva, again. This time, even deeper. Until it touched the roof of his mouth.
—Ung…
Even though he was only gently sucking, not really biting, it was so intense that her vision flashed. Perhaps it was because the slow suction made it feel long.
Edwin’s gaze was definitely the culprit. Beyond the curtain of his eyelashes, the hot, sticky stare that clung to Giselle’s breasts was unmistakable. That alone made her happy, but when he occasionally looked up at her with the same eyes, as if checking on her, she would smile shamelessly.
This man is holding my nipple in his mouth and making eye contact with me.
With his gaze still locked firmly, Edwin began to use his tongue. He would lick the protruding knob of flesh and then, with the tip of his tongue, tickle the flat peak as if digging into it.
—Hut, a-aht, hwa-aah…
As Giselle moaned and writhed, the breath pouring over her wet breasts became rougher. The eyes that followed her even more tenaciously seemed to boil over with passion.
The clasped hands came apart. He wasn’t letting her go; he just needed his hand. Edwin gathered the flesh that was swaying in sync with Giselle’s movements, gripping and gently kneading it.
When the man who had been licking the nipple for so long, as if melting a candy, finally took his mouth away, Giselle was already exhausted as if she’d spent a hot night. The glistening knob, which hadn’t been treated roughly, was sore even when a breath of air grazed it. It was because the excitement had reached its peak, and it had hardened completely.
Edwin gently, almost respectfully, kissed the pink flesh that had swelled from his lewd actions, then moved to the other breast, which he had only been caressing with his hand.
At the same time, the fingers that had never left her panties began to move in earnest. This time, he didn’t even apply saliva, but his fingertips were slick.
—You’re wet.
Edwin let out a single word of admiration and bit her nipple again. Three thick fingers parted the moist flesh, going down to find the place where her desire-filled fluid was welling up.
As he sucked her breast, the man’s fondling, now knowing that Giselle’s pubic area was overflowing, gradually lost its firm restraint. Giselle had a premonition that the side he was currently biting would be sorer in the morning.
His fingers, already soaked from what was flowing from her vaginal opening, came up and caressed her clitoris, spreading the fluid. The thirst she had believed was quenched by the previous climax returned, and her throat felt parched.
—Ah… unh, hyeut, ha-eut!
As soon as she thought she wanted to feel another climax, her whole body trembled and she climaxed again. The man who hadn’t let go of her nipple for a moment was so surprised that he took his mouth away and looked at her with a stunned expression.
—Can a woman climax from just a little touch?
Giselle had the same expression and shook her head. She would touch herself sometimes, because of hormones or boredom, but it always took so long that her hand would ache.
—Maybe it’s because I can feel your love in your fingertips.
—…Where did you learn such beautiful words?
Edwin bit her lips as if to pounce, thinking, how could a man not go crazy with words like that? After the passionate kiss ended, he tried to bite her breast again, but just a slight touch made her body go stiff. When he wrapped his tongue around it, she couldn’t stand the tickling and nearly lost herself in a frenzy.
—Hyeut, w-wait! It hasn’t been long since I… Don’t touch me yet.
—Ah… So the body becomes more sensitive?
He tested her, tracing her arched back with his fingertips. When Giselle flinched like a mimosa plant that folds its leaves when touched, trembling, his eyes gleamed with curiosity and delight.
However, he didn’t try to explore further and sat up, backing away. What Edwin held instead of Giselle’s body was the knot of his necktie. He had finally started to undress.
The real show was about to begin.
Anticipation rose, and her face grew hot. Edwin, with hungry eyes, watched Giselle cool her cheeks with the back of her hands and threw his necktie over her bra.
—Ung…
While unbuttoning his vest with one hand, he pressed and rubbed inside her panties with the other. It was amazing to see a man who was usually indifferent to pleasure and never indulged himself unable to take his hand away from between Giselle’s legs.
Edwin seemed fascinated by Giselle’s reaction, her whole body trembling at his slight movements. Because of that, the climax didn’t subside easily.
—Ah… hyeut…
—If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.
—Ah… ah…
Giselle, who was moaning so well but would never say the word —stop,— smiled as if she found her adorable and let his two hands play separately. While one hand moved to undress him, its movements were so straight that they seemed almost ascetic, yet the other hand in her underwear was utterly chaotic.
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