Chapter 143 - 142. Inside The Bubble (M)
Sarah shuddered as the voice traveled deep into her brain. She never had any intention of marrying, but the word "newlyweds" sounded so sensual and...arousing. It sounded like a bubble in which nothing existed but the two of them—peaceful and safe.
Safe for them to do whatever they wanted. Safe enough for her to do what she usually avoided, like having sexual action somewhere other than a bed.
With clear permission, Hajin no longer had any worry or hesitation about devouring his princess. He rubbed her through the fabric of her shorts, making her arch against him more. Carefully holding her jaw, Hajin tilted her head to kiss her lips, at the same time slipping his hand inside her pants.
"Mmh!" Sarah moaned into the kiss, squirming as the bodyguard’s deft fingers rubbed her wet. She found herself eagerly moving her hips, asking for more friction at the front and back.
Hajin chuckled and groaned between kisses, moaning in discomfort for his trapped erection. As if understanding him, Sarah scrambled her hand behind her back, unbuckling the bodyguard’s belt. Hajin wanted to tease his princess about how eager she was and how skillful she became, but he couldn’t say anything when all he could do was moan the moment her hands freed him from his pants.
When Sarah started to stroke and fondle him, Hajin reciprocated in kind, pushing inside her with his fingers after sliding off her shorts out of the way. Sarah shuddered from the sudden chill that assaulted her exposed skin, but also the pleasure tingling she hadn’t enjoyed in a while.
Sarah gasped, throwing her head on a broad shoulder. Her back arched even more, pushing the fingers deeper inside. She had to let go of Hajin’s erection and scrambled to hold his upper arms for anchors, otherwise, she might grip it too hard instead.
Didn’t matter--it was already so hard and hot without her help, throbbing and dripping with pre just from rubbing against her bare ass. She would have thought he wanted to have her from behind if it wasn’t for the hard work he did on the front. Hajin moved his fingers like he was on a mission, and Sarah could feel it deep in her abdomen.
She grasped the man’s hair and whined against his snarling lips. "H-hurry up!"
Hajin laughed in a low, almost dark chuckle. He really wanted to slam her down the kitchen table and had her raw--thankfully, he had enough strands of reason holding back his self-restraint.
Wet, squelching sound that Sarah would have found embarrassing in the past resounded in the kitchen as Hajin let go of her to grab a condom. Seeing the man take out a packet from his back pocket, Sarah--holding onto the counter while managing her breath--almost wanted to roll her eyes.
"Do you...have that everywhere?"