Chapter 25: Go Home And Rub It Yourself
Mika’s eyes widened, his face flushing with disbelief as he couldn’t believe the absurd way she had reacted in such a scenario.
But before he could say anything, Charlotte used one hand to slowly lift her skirt, revealing her plump, creamy thighs, the skin glistening faintly in the light. She raised the fabric higher and higher, her lips parting to hold the skirt with her teeth all the way until it exposed her black lace underwear, tight and revealing, clinging to her curves.
The fabric was surprisingly thin, the side lips of her vagina visible, pressing against the material, which was definitely not something any women would wear for everyday use use and rather to charm the man she’s set her eyes on.
And the underwear was soaked as well, her arousal evident as slick trails of liquid dripped down her inner thighs, glistening in the light, pooling slightly at the tops of her thighs where the skin curved inward.
Her breaths alos came in soft, needy gasps, her body trembling as she held his hand against her breast with her other hand, her nipple hard and throbbing against his hand, her voice a sultry purr.
"See, Mika, this is how much I want you...My body’s aching for you, so wet just thinking about you saving me♡~"
Charlotte’s hand then moved, guiding his slowly downward, her fingers trailing his across her body, over the smooth, warm skin of her navel, her breath hitching as she dragged his hand lower, until his palm rested firmly against her pussy, the soaked black lace of her underwear hot and slick under his fingers.
"I don’t just want your hands on my body, Mika." She rubbed his hand against herself, her hips shifting slightly, her voice a fervent whisper, thick with desire. "I want them deep inside, not just in my mouth, but in my pussy, too...I want my pussy to show its gratitude, to coat your fingers in my love juice."
Her pink eyes glowed brighter, her succubus aura blazing, her gaze expectant as she pressed his hand harder, her wet lips parting slightly under the lace, her arousal soaking his fingers.
She expected him to lose control, to dive his fingers deep inside her, to rub her like a madman, overwhelmed by her desire.
But to her utter surprise, Mika’s hand didn’t move, his fingers resting passively against her pussy, his gaze fixed not on her dripping underwear but on her belly above it, his eyes studying the soft curve of her navel with an almost clinical interest.
Noticing this, Charlotte’s aura faltered, her pink eyes flickering with confusion as she leaned back, her voice awkward and tinged with embarrassment.