CHAPTER 104: EAT HER WITH TWO FINGERS IN(18+)

Her breath came in soft, breathy moans, slipping past her lips into the quiet room. Each sound echoed faintly against the walls. His lips alternated between nibbling her nipples through the thin fabric of her gown and sucking the areola, each motion drawing shivers from her.

She arched against him, hands clutching the sheets, nails digging in as his mouth and lips worked over her.

His hands slid deliberately under her gown, seeking her core. When a finger slipped inside, a sharp cry escaped her lips. She pressed against him instinctively, moving with his rhythm.

He watched her closely, the grip of her fingers on his shoulders, the arch of her back, and maintained a steady pace, never leaving her chest, sucking and teasing in a way that made her tremble.

Another finger followed, stretching her slowly, each movement deliberate, coaxing whimpers and soft moans. Her hips rocked against his hand as her breath quickened.

She could feel his shallow breaths against her skin, his concentration as he neared his own limit, yet he continued, keeping a rhythm that made her ache

Her moans grew louder, harsher, vibrating through the room as his motions intensified. The combination of his mouth on her chest and fingers inside her was overwhelming, consuming her focus.

Every nerve felt heightened, each sensation sharper, until her body tensed and shivered in release. She called out his name, voice ragged and trembling, echoing faintly.

He didn’t pause long. Swiftly, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed. She gasped softly at the sudden movement, heart racing.

He set her down gently and instructed her to turn over onto all fours. She obeyed, expecting more of the same, but instead felt his tongue press warmly against her core.

The sudden sensation startled her, making her arch slightly, muffling her moans into the pillow.

His tongue darted in and out, teasing and exploring, bringing her to the edge repeatedly. She pressed back instinctively, letting him guide the rhythm.

As she groaned, he added a finger, slipping it inside with precision, making her gasp at the fullness and warmth. She writhed slightly, pressing her hands into the bedding, fingers curling as intensity built.

Then another finger joined, probing her other hole. The dual sensation made her pause, eyes widening at the new pressure. A shiver ran down her spine as her body trembled at the contrast, stretched and filled in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

Her breaths came in short, shallow bursts, each new movement heightening the sensation.

She moaned into the pillow, helpless against the combination of mouth and fingers, entirely lost to the building pleasure.

Every flick of his tongue, every deliberate press of his fingers, drove her closer. Her body writhed, hips pressing back instinctively, as he maintained a rhythm that pushed her higher.

Her cries grew louder, ragged, as climax approached. She tensed, shaking, giving in to the release that had been building. The wave hit her suddenly, all-consuming, body trembling uncontrollably.

She gasped his name repeatedly, voice thick with need and exhaustion, letting the intensity wash over her.

He continued without pause, reading her reactions, adjusting his motions slightly to prolong the pleasure.

The combination of his mouth on her chest and fingers inside her kept her on a tightrope, each wave layering over the last.

When her climax subsided, she lay spent against the pillow, breathing heavily, sweat cooling on heated skin.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, letting her adjust to the emptiness as her body trembled from what she had experienced. Her chest heaved, back arched slightly even as she lay flat, completely worn out.

Her hair fanned across the pillow, sticking lightly to damp skin. The scent of their exertion, warm and heavy, lingered in the air.

Her breathing was uneven, punctuated by soft whimpers and lingering moans. She turned her head, meeting his eyes, voice ragged, whispering how intense it had been.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath him, then another to her shoulder. She shifted slightly beneath him, pressing closer, craving warmth and connection.

Every brush of his lips or fingers sent another ripple of pleasure, even as she tried to regain control

Her breathing slowly evened, but the lingering thrum of sensation remained. Her body hummed from the dual stimulation, the memory of each motion seared through her nerves.

She pressed into the mattress, rolling slightly, seeking comfort while her body regained equilibrium.

He moved lightly along her back, tracing lines with his fingertips, eliciting soft shivers. Elise’s moans had slowed to quiet exhalations, but the tremor in her body betrayed the residual thrill.

Every small press, every lingering touch of lips or hand, reminded her of the intensity they had shared

Jae’s hands hovered over her, gentle but commanding. Each subtle motion, an adjustment of her hips, a brush along her spine, kept her on edge, recalling the wave of pleasure that had overtaken her.

She turned her head slightly, catching his eyes, and her lips parted with a quiet, involuntary sigh.

He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, tracing slow, soft kisses along the skin, each one drawing a small shiver.

Her hands flexed into the sheets as the warmth of his touch spread again, teasing without overstimulation. Even in the aftermath, the intimacy lingered, electric and undeniable.

She curled slightly into him, still aware of his presence, every nerve alive. The lingering rhythm of their connection pulsed through her body. Her breaths were slower now, but each inhalation seemed to carry the memory of him, touch, warmth, and precise attention.

As she adjusted, he let his hands slide gently down her sides, caressing without pressure, coaxing small, quiet shivers. Elise pressed instinctively into him, feeling the residual heat in her core and along her back.

Each soft, deliberate press of his palms sent ripples of warmth, a lingering echo of what had come before.

The quiet between them became a shared pulse, the room filled with the soft sounds of breathing and fabric shifting.

She tilted her head back slightly, letting herself settle fully against the mattress, fully aware of his careful, lingering touches.

Even as her body began to relax, she could feel the faint hum of arousal lingering, a reminder of how completely his attention had dominated her senses. Every soft brush, every teasing press of his hands, left her body tingling, heart still racing.