CHAPTER 135: SHIVERED

Lia shivered, her generous chest rising with a quick breath, her pussy pulsing harder.

The clasp snapped open with a practiced flick, and her breasts spilled free—full, round, heavy, her nipples stiff and aching in the cool air, freckles dusting the creamy skin like stars.

Lia gasped, her body arching into his touch as he reached forward and cupped them without hesitation, his thumbs brushing across her nipples, sending a jolt through her, her pussy dripping into her panties.

"Which oil?" he murmured against her neck, his lips grazing her skin, making her tremble.

"Same," she breathed, her voice shaky, her green eyes half-lidded. "Whatever Sophia had..."

"Good choice," he said, his voice low and teasing, reaching for the mint blossom extract bottle again, the sharp, cool scent wafting up as he poured a few drops into his palm, the shimmer catching in the lamplight.

He slid behind her, legs spread wide so she sat between them, her back against his lean chest, his cock already stiffening again as it pressed against the curve of her lower back, the heat of her body reigniting his arousal.

His hands rose, cool, slick palms molding to the heat of her bare breasts, oil spreading over her skin in slow, deliberate circles.

His fingers kneaded gently at first, teasing her with little flicks, soft pinches, sliding beneath the heavy weight of her curves and lifting them just to feel them fall again into his waiting hands, the mint oil tingling against her nipples, making them throb.

Lia moaned, loud and unashamed, her back arching, head tilting against his shoulder, her plush thighs trembling as his grip tightened, thumbs circling her nipples until they glistened with oil and need, her pussy pulsing harder under her panties.

"Oh fuck, Lor..." she gasped, her voice cracking, her generous chest heaving with each touch.

One hand slid lower, down her belly, over the soft swell of her waist, fingers brushing beneath the band of her green lace panties, teasing just over the edge of her mound until—he slipped inside, finding her soaked, dripping, her pussy fluttering around the intrusion.

She nearly bucked off his lap, her green eyes wide, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he stroked her slowly, the mint oil tingling against her sensitive folds.

"Gods, you’re soaked for me," he whispered into her ear, his voice hoarse, his cock throbbing against her back. "You’re messier than Sophia."

"M-maybe I wanted it more," she choked out, pushing her hips into his hand, her breath coming in gasps, her generous chest bouncing with each movement, her nipples hard and glistening.

And then—

Arms circled around his shoulders from behind, soft skin pressing to his back.

Sophia.

Her breath ghosted over his neck, warm and wet, lips brushing just below his ear, sending a shiver through him.

"I want to feel it too," she whispered, her voice trembling, still dazed from her orgasm but greedy for more, her pussy tingling faintly as she pressed closer, her small, slick breasts rubbing against his skin, nipples dragging across his back as she moved in time with Lia’s grinding hips.

Lor groaned aloud, his fingers thrusting deep into Lia’s slick heat, curling against her sensitive spot, his other hand cupping her breasts, squeezing, rolling her nipples between his fingers as she moaned shamelessly, her pussy dripping onto his hand.

Sophia’s hands slid over his chest, one arm across his collarbone, the other down his stomach, stroking softly as her lips found his jaw—then his mouth.

They kissed, slow and hot, her tongue tangling with his, her small breasts pressing harder against his back, her pussy throbbing faintly as she fed off the heat pouring from them all.

Lor’s fingers fucked Lia harder, his thumb circling her clit, the mint oil tingling against her swollen folds, her moans rising, her plush thighs trembling as she writhed in his lap.

The bed creaked, their bodies a tangle of slick skin and desperate need—Lor’s mouth on Sophia’s, Lia’s moans filling the air, Sophia’s hands roaming his chest, her nipples dragging against his back.

Their rhythm merged into something frantic, filthy, unstoppable, the scent of mint, lavender, and raw desire saturating the room.

Lia was coming apart.

Her green eyes squeezed shut as her moans broke into desperate, breathless cries.

Her back arched sharply, pressing her freckled shoulders against Lor’s chest.

Lor’s fingers moved faster now—slick, ager, curling with precision into her soaked heat.

Each thrust found the tender spot inside her, while his palm ground firmly against her swollen clit, slick with her syrupy arousal.

The mint oil added a sharp, tingling edge, making her already sensitive folds flare with sensation.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably, parted wide across his lap, their insides slick with oil and her own need.

Every movement of his hand made her hips jerk forward, chasing more—more friction, more depth.

Her pussy clenched greedily around his fingers, as if trying to pull him deeper, unable to get enough.

"F-fuck, Lor—I’m gonna—" she gasped, her voice cracking into a high, broken moan, her green eyes squeezing shut, her red curls splaying wildly across his shoulder.

Lor bit her earlobe softly, his voice dark and rough against her skin, his hazel eyes glinting with hunger. "Let it happen. I want you to cum like this—on my fingers, while I hold you."

His hand on her chest squeezed harder, oily fingers pinching her nipple, the mint oil amplifying the sensation as his other hand fucked into her, soaked and relentless, her pussy dripping onto his lap, soaking the bed.

Behind him.

Sophia pressed close, her lips parting against the side of his neck.

She dragged her tongue slowly along his skin, tracing up to the sharp line of his jaw.

Her hands explored the firm planes of his chest, fingertips gliding, nails grazing just enough to make him shiver.

Her small, oil-slick breasts slid against his back with every breath, soft heat against hard muscle.

Beneath her damp pink cotton panties, her pussy pulsed—needy, swollen, aching—as she drank in the shared heat between them, her body tuned to every sound, every breath, every motion.