Chapter 33: Curing Elena [2] [R-18 Contents!]
Elena drew a sharp breath and then, with a soft, half-defeated noise, she let herself fall back onto the table with a dull thud, arms splaying slightly as if she’d collapsed under the weight of her embarrassment. "D...do it quick..." She mumbled, face turned to the side, neck flushed all the way down to the collarbone.
I didn’t hesitate. That was all I needed.
Leaning in, I began to lick her again. My tongue ran slow, teasing circles over her entrance, tasting her, drawing out every hint of moisture I could. Her skin was hot, soft, and dampening with every stroke.
"Sluuurp... sluuurp..."
"H-haah... n-no..." Elena whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the table now, knuckles white, trying to ground herself. Her voice was weak, breathless, and her legs twitched around me—but still, she didn’t stop me.
She couldn’t. Her body was already giving in.
I pressed on, knowing I had to prepare her. My tongue moved in slow motions around her folds, tasting the delicate skin, letting my lips brush her with soft, open-mouthed kisses. Every breath she let out was ragged, every moan caught halfway in her throat as if she didn’t know whether to swallow it or cry it out.
"Sluuurp..."
"Haa... i-it feels... weird... haaa..." She breathed, her voice husky now, the pitch of it shifting—no longer pure embarrassment, but a raw edge of pleasure threaded into it. Her hips shifted instinctively, lifting slightly off the table, following the movement of my mouth.
I focused on her, my tongue working slow and sure, tracing the delicate line of her slit, pausing just before her clit each time, teasing her, letting her body ache for more. I didn’t know if what I was doing was skilled—this wasn’t about technique. It was about her, making her wet, making her ready, without hurting her.
"Sluuurp... sluuurp..."
Her pussy was getting slicker with each pass of my tongue, her body yielding beneath me, trembling and sensitive. The taste of her filled my mouth, sweet and sharp, intoxicating. I couldn’t deny it anymore—my cock was painfully hard, pressing against my pants, straining.