Chapter 101: Large Physique (19)
Rihannan was lost in confusion. Meanwhile, Igor untied her loose string. Her clothes loosened and he pulled it down slowly.
Her pretty skin descended into view and he sucked in a deep breath admiring her beauty. She had a sort of magic in her that always pulled him in… back then and even now.
He leaned forward and sucked her slender neck lightly and she bit her lips to hold back the moan that longed to leak out.
But it was hard.
It was difficult.
The longer he continued, the greater the tingling sensation she felt.
And then he sucked her bre*st.
Her skin tasted like symphony and her sweat like moonshine. The shape of her consumed him, devoured him and each caress dragged him deeper into the abyss of pleasure.
She would become his religion, someone he would worship to the ends of the earth.
She covered her mouth with one hand, muffling her constant moans.
While he bathed in the suppleness of her skin, her bottom lips drowned in moist alluring fluids.
His hands voyaged down to her skirt and pulled her p*nties to the side and touched her moist garden.
She grew a fervent red.
Her body twisted. She moved to avoid his touch, but he held her down and locked her in his arms and kissed her cheek, bit her ear, and devoured her lips one after another.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you.”
His pouring kiss was soothing and her tension gradually eased.
And strangely… she saw herself floating… somewhere.
‘Is this what Mrs. Cessley means?’
The thought came to mind and left shortly. Igor reached her secret womanhood. His fingers ravaged her insides and moved in and out.
She breathed and clasped his clothes tightly with both hands.
“…That’s right. Just hang onto me, Rihannan,” he whispered in her ear and planted soft kisses on her neck.
Her body trembled. He felt her flesh tightening on him as he moved carefully inside her.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
She shook her head. Sure it was uncomfortable, but it did not hurt. It was strange rather… and embarrassing.
She hardly felt this new sense of euphoria before.
‘Is this how we talk?’
Mrs. Cessley advised her not to put up with the pain when she felt uncomfortable at any moment and inform him right away.
Communication was key.
She did know what Mrs. Cessley meant, but maybe it was something like this…
But each time she drowned in her thoughts, her mind dwelled back to the swelling sensation in her lower lips. His fingers entrenched her garden and moved in and out.
She shivered and gasped under his crumpled clothing.
Her bosom rose and her toes curled. Her breath grew heavier and the sensation stranger. Her lips parted naturally and a tongue immediately invaded her.
Pleasure gradually gathered from the top and bottom and all she could do was cling closer to him.
Then, at one point, she saw a flash of white and something poured out of her. Her muscles spasmed and then relaxed.
He calmed her and blew into her ear.
Her body continued to shiver. The lingering sensation remained. A sense of new desire burned up inside her and it would not go away.
She was in a daze. Everything was blurry. When she looked up, he undressed his clothes.
She hurriedly turned her head.
This was the first she saw a clear glimpse of his nakedness for she would close her eyes or deliberately turn the other cheek.
The bodies of a man and woman differed. Hers was soft while he was surrounded by solid muscles. He had a large physique, much bigger than she originally thought.
And below too… she wondered how that managed to fit inside her…
Her face reddened again.