Please Forget Me - Chapter 21
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However, Dana wasn’t a Highland-style name. So, was Dana a woman Johann had loved but had to painfully part ways with due to differences in ethnicity, and does my husband think of me as that woman while making love?
I suffered in silence alone until one day I gathered the courage to ask, “Who is Dana?”
Johann asked where I had heard that name and claimed he had never uttered it. It was undoubtedly my confused mind playing tricks on me.
Yet, judging by Johann’s pale reaction upon hearing the name Dana, it seemed like a lie.
Reluctant, I chose not to press further. Since then, there were no occurrences of hearing the name Dana when making love again, and there wasn’t any woman with that name buzzing around my husband.
‘And I don’t think he slept with that woman.’
My decision not to pry into other women was greatly influenced by the fact that Johann knew very little about women’s bodies, and I, too, didn’t know my body well. So, when we wandered through the bushes and stumbled upon a delightful place, we were excited as if we discovered a treasure.
It felt like finding a hidden gem in my bushes, especially when he touched a certain spot between my legs during moments of ecstasy, feeling it pulse like a heartbeat.
It was scary at first, but as time passed, it kept coming to my mind. So, little by little, I explored and learned the sensations. It feels good to wet it with saliva or gently roll over the core. Above all, when Johann inserted himself into me and moved his hips, grazing this area, it was the best.
The climax that came was much faster and overwhelming. It was so good that there were several times when I almost fainted due to losing control of my senses.
Suck, slurp.
“Mm… faster…”
In fact, using the tongue to explore this nub is more thrilling than fingers. This was something I discovered when Johann did the same to me on the day he explored me.
“Huah! Ah, Johann!”
He’s still doing it to me, placing me on the dining table.
“Ah!”
Once again, I succumbed to pleasure with Johann’s head between my legs. It never gets old. However, the sensation wasn’t as thrilling as when we started, as the nub had already been sucked enough for the feeling to be dull.
‘Now, if only he could use his mouth here….’
I have two more peaks that Johann can caress with his mouth. I gazed down at my chest, still quietly confined in the white blouse.
When we started to have s*x again, I always kept my clothes on while going to bed.
When he moved his hips from above, my chest swayed along, and the n*****s were so sore from being compressed against the stiff fabric. Unable to endure the pain, I eventually pulled my clothes down and exposed my chest.
I squeezed the reddened tips with two fingers, but my body no longer trembled.
When I opened my eyes, Johann had stopped his movements and was staring down at me. His face was as red as my n*****s. Despite his shocked expression, his pupils didn’t stray from the tips of my b*****s.
I knew what Johann was thinking with that gaze. He probably wanted to touch and suck them. But why didn’t he?
I’m your wife, and my body belongs to you. Do as you wish.
However, he always suppressed and endured such desires. Until I initiated the temptation.
“It hurts because of the fabric.”
“Ah… I’ll get some ointment….”
“Would you like to lick it?”
Externally, Johann appeared hesitant, but as he was buried within me, he promptly nodded. The excitement he felt from his growing and hardening member was unmistakably conveyed.
Johann was visibly embarrassed but slowly lowered his head, delicately licking and circling around the tips of my b*****s. The sensation of his soft tongue touching my n*****s and the warmth of his breath were incredibly thrilling.
Even now, recalling that moment makes my chest feel like it’s about to burst, and the area below becomes damp.
Because of this, I instinctively began undressing with my hands. It made a clear sound as the buttons of the blouse, tightly stretched as if about to burst, were released one by one.
Continuously reaching climax, the inner thighs were trembling. I felt Johann, who was exploring the quivering thigh with his lips, gauging the moment when I could accept his tongue again. Finally, he lifted his head.
As the blouse opened, revealing my collarbone, he sucked in a rough breath. And the moment I pulled down the blouse from under my shoulders…
“Ugh…”
“Ah…”
The n*****s were exposed, vanished into his mouth as he sucked deeply, almost as if drawing them in. He bit and sucked the area, producing a tingling sensation that was more thrilling than painful.
‘It’s even better now.’
My husband had undoubtedly never tried sucking my b*****s before I lost my memory.
On the first day, he was cautious, only delicately licking and sucking. However, perhaps because he tormented the same area for too long, the next day there were tiny marks on both ends of my b*****s.
I simply didn’t mention that it hurt because I enjoyed it so much.
In fact, I didn’t even realize it was painful.
