My Beloved, Whom I Desire to Kill - 308

His words were stern, but his actions were anything but.

The man, who was silently admiring her nipples—which were naturally pale pink but had ripened to a peach color as blood rushed to them in excitement—did what he often did when he found Giselle unbearably cute: he rubbed his nose against them. As the stiffened flesh was pressed and bent, a sharp sensation plunged into her abdomen, making Giselle flinch.

When her flesh moved away, the hand covering her shoulder blade pressed her back down, cramming her breast into Edwin’s mouth until it was completely crushed.

—Hmph!

The milky white flesh was sucked in all at once. His tongue wrapped around the sensitive erogenous zone and pulled it.

—Ahhh…

Giselle’s legs thrashed helplessly in place, as if her whole body had been consumed by a giant mass of flesh from which she couldn’t escape. Although he was only wetting the very edge of her breast with saliva, her entire body, especially the area inside her panties, was growing damp.

—Nngh… Colonel…

Giselle swallowed back the words to ask him to be gentler. Edwin was already being too careful. To ask him to be softer than this was tantamount to asking him to do nothing at all. She didn’t want that.

True to his meticulous nature, he adjusted the intensity of his lovemaking, reading even the most subtle physical reactions. He made sure the stimulation wasn’t too strong as to kill the pleasure with pain, nor too weak as to let the excitement fade.

Thanks to this, even his gentle caresses became unbearably intense stimulation.

—Ah-ngh, I want to go…

She became desperate to release the tingling urgency that had welled up in her belly. Giselle pulled away the hand that was gripping and kneading her breast and pushed it into her panties.

The fingers that separated the damp, clinging cloth from her vulva burrowed through her pubic hair and into the crease of her flesh.

—Hah, ah, nngh… Haa…

She lifted her hips slightly, rubbing her clitoris against the thick, firm fingertips. The sensation was so electrifying that her whole body trembled.

Her behavior—a woman driven by desire and rubbing herself against a man—was far from the image of a lady Edwin had emphasized since her childhood, but when Giselle acted this way, he watched with eyes that suggested he was absolutely delighted and unsure what to do.

Don’t just watch, touch me.

He must be a pervert who enjoyed this. He intentionally kept his hands still, enjoying the sight of Giselle squirming with desire.

Annoyed, she abruptly stopped moving. When she tried to pull his hand out of her underwear, the man not only resisted but gripped her vulva tightly.

She expected him to start rubbing, but instead, he tilted his upper body forward. His other hand supported Giselle’s back, which was falling backward.

Smooch.

The sound of him sucking on her nipple and then pulling it out of his mouth burst out clearly. As her upper body arched back and her breasts spilled out, Edwin gently laid Giselle on the bed, embracing her and covering her body as if to swallow her whole.

The strange feeling of the silk tie draped over her bare skin made her shiver, and immediately, the starched texture of his shirt pressed against her.

Smooch. Smooch.

The man, who still maintained the appearance of a dignified civilian, sucked on Giselle’s lips and stripped away the last remaining trace of civilization on her naked body. Her panties, heavy and saturated with her overflowing arousal fluid, didn’t travel far and merely plopped onto the floor beside the bed.

Now, those wet lips will suck on the bump below my belly button.

She wet her dry lips with anticipation and held her breath, but the finger that had been tracing the area around her belly button didn’t descend between her legs; it moved up to her chest and took Giselle’s hand.

No, it would be more accurate to say he placed his hand in hers.

He offered his hand, telling her to use it to pleasure herself as she had done moments ago. Was he trying to make this difficult? Why was he so unwilling to give her what she wanted easily today? Giselle glared at him but nonetheless took Edwin’s fingertip and pressed it into the center of the soft, fleshy mound.

—Aah…

The man’s eyes, watching the woman masturbate with his hand, were so composed that it made Giselle feel utterly bashful. A man skilled in the poker face reveals his true feelings below the belt.

No, above the belt.

His dick, which had slumped after his ejaculation, was now rigidly erect like a flame. To make me do something so lewd and then get turned on by watching.

—Colonel, you’re a pervert.

—I concede the point.

Even so, he was just like his subordinate. Giselle was also excited by the fact that the man was watching her masturbate, so there were two perverts in the room.

—Nngh… I can’t go…

It wasn’t that she couldn’t climax because she was embarrassed by the pervert. It was because it was impossible for someone else’s hand, and a heavy one at that, to move delicately enough.

She let go of his hand, signaling defeat. Only then did the fingers, which had been stiff as wood, begin to explore Giselle’s vulva on their own.

Edwin parted the flesh, which was red-hot from repeated friction, looked inside, and raised an eyebrow.

—Why can’t you climax? It’s that swollen.

He bit the stimulated clitoris—which jutted out as if it were ready to be nipped—between his teeth and pressed down on the round nodule. The sharp stimulus made Giselle’s hips jump up, pushing Edwin’s face away.

The man stood up, gathered both of her hands, and placed them over her mouth. This was a warning that her moans would now become louder. A woman’s cries echoing in the middle of the men-only officers’ quarters would not do.

As Giselle clamped her mouth shut, the man, who was kneeling between her legs, gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her down tightly. His lips sealed over the top of her vulva.

His mouth opened, his membrane stretched wide, and he sucked on the nodule with a pop.

—Hah!

Edwin masterfully handled the exposed, sensitive extreme point of her arousal. His fierce gaze, like that of a beast devouring its prey, remained fixed on Giselle’s eyes.

—Mph, hmmm…

The climax, which had been so elusive, erupted after just a few flicks of his tongue.

As Giselle arched her back sharply, her heavy breasts swayed uncontrollably. The hand supporting her waist slid up her side, gathering and gripping the soft, fleshy mound of her breast.

—Mmmph!

Edwin showed no mercy to Giselle, who was actively climaxing. Not only did he suck on her lower nodule, but he also sandwiched and rubbed her upper nodule between his thick fingers.

Was this retaliation for her pushing this patient man to his limits until he couldn’t hold back? He would gladly take this revenge, which repaid her with an extreme, record-breaking climax, any day.

—Haa… I feel like my heart is going to burst…

—You held on well.

He completely separated from Giselle, who was exhausted and sprawled on the bed, leaving only his gaze. His eyes were languid as he scanned her body, which was only moving from the rise and fall of her chest as she panted, and he began to take off his clothes.

Starting with the birth control measure that was no longer usable.

He peeled off the membrane, which was thick with bodily fluids at the tip. The fully erect dick, which looked as though it would unleash another spurt of milky fluid if Giselle so much as touched its reddened tip, was smeared with sticky semen.

Unwilling to put on a new one without cleaning it, Edwin looked around for something to wipe with and picked something up from the floor next to the bed: Giselle’s panties.

The cloth, which was already half-saturated with arousal fluid, was of little help. Although it didn’t seem intentional, seeing this dignified gentleman rub a woman’s underwear on his cock like a pervert was an unexpected stroke of luck.

The panties were discarded back onto the floor, and the tie, which he had unknotted as if tearing it off with his fingers, dangled from the railing at the foot of the bed. The man, having stripped off all his clothes, leaned over Giselle.

Just as she flinched at the sensation of cold metal touching her chest, Edwin took off his dog tag, which he had forgotten, and placed it neatly next to Giselle’s on the nightstand.

Ready to rejoin their bodies after putting on a condom, he layered his naked body onto hers. He followed her arm, which was splayed carelessly on the bed, moved both her hands above her head, and linked their fingers like puzzle pieces forming a single image.

Meanwhile, Giselle wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist. She fully opened the path for him to enter her.

Their breaths merged again, but Edwin’s penetration came first through her lower lips rather than his upper ones.

—Ah, hngh…

Like a person starved for it. But the insertion was slow, as if he were savoring the sensation of becoming one with Giselle rather than the explosive thrust to the back of her vagina.

His hands couldn’t stay still and kept fiddling. Not with the countless erogenous zones that could give him intense pleasure, but with the ring on her left ring finger.

His eyes, the same color as the jewel, glowed warmly, filled with the image of Giselle, who had become his fiancée today. If anyone were to ask what happiness was, Giselle would recall the look in Edwin Eccleston’s eyes tonight.

Holding Giselle close, he began to sway the part of himself she held, in and out. The squishy sounds of their bodies merging were still embarrassing, but unlike before, they were gentle.

The lovemaking led by this man was always this slow. Giselle, though generally impatient, would initially be frustrated, but she would eventually be captivated by the beauty that only slow love could provide.