That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 24
Olivia slipped her fingers through Asher’s hair, feeling the softness as smooth as the lake’s ripples. Every aspect of him was stimulating—his handsome face, his heavy breathing like a beast, and his agile tongue.
“Mmm…”
His busy lips parted from hers, and he gently massaged her b*****s in circular motions before his hand slowly slid down her thigh. The anticipation made her tremble, and her focus was entirely on his movements.
Higher, just a bit higher. His hand traced upward, reaching the plump outer labia. Whether from the lake water they had splashed earlier or from her own liquid, her underwear was soaked through and clung to her skin.
Asher didn’t bother pushing the clinging fabric aside; instead, he teased over it. Olivia clutched his head, still lodged between her b*****s, as desperation took over. She wished his thick fingers would plunge deep inside and stir her ardently.
“Asher… Ahh…”
As Olivia hastily gyrated her hips, Asher chuckled lowly and then suddenly scraped his fingernails firmly along the cli–ris.
The stimulation from her cli–ris down to the opening below was intensely satisfying. Her head involuntarily threw back, and her thighs tightened.
To make it easier for Asher to move, Olivia forced her legs further apart. Sensing her intent, Asher removed her underwear. A breeze met her flushed nether regions, warming her up like his breath, rather than leaving her cold and empty.
Then, truly, he pressed his face into her, close enough to breathe her in.
“Beautiful.”
“Stop looking…”
He then parted her still-closed petals, pressing on the hidden pearl within. A shock zapped through her brain like lightning.
Desperate to hold onto that sensation, Olivia rubbed her cli–ris against his pressing finger. The trail of her liquid felt vivid, running down the wrinkled path.
“It’s like fruit juice. You should see this…”
Asher licked his lips longingly and continued to lap at the flowing liquid without removing his finger from her cli–ris.
Like a person parched of thirst lapping greedily at water collected on leaves, he unabashedly slurped, digging with his tongue.
“Ah, ah…!”
“Stay still.”
His finger kept stimulating her cli–ris, and his mouth clung to the tiny opening, sucking in the liquid.
Her walls instinctively tightened, the ridged interior beginning to ripple and contract on its own. Even though nothing had yet entered, the sensation alone stirred small waves of pleasure. Just as she teetered on the edge of anticipation, everything stimulating her below suddenly stopped.
Frustration from unfulfilled desire spurred Olivia to arch her hips, silently urging him to continue. In response, her pelvis was firmly held in place as his fingers slipped inside her, spreading her gently. His thick, calloused fingers, honed from wielding swords, leisurely explored her depths.
“Liv, you’re so tight. If this were a d–k, it’d snap in half.”
He curled his fingers slightly and explored every direction as he moved. The slick, wet sounds reached her ears. He withdrew slightly only to plunge back in, curving his fingers to stroke a sensitive spot deep inside her.
“Ha… ah…”
Her thighs trembled as though caught in a spasm, and her hips involuntarily lifted off in the air. As if seeking to draw the man even deeper.
Asher seemed determined to push her over the edge, his initially leisurely movements gradually quickening. His fingers thrust back and forth, pressing and rubbing the delicate folds with increasing intensity, as though erasing their ridges with every stroke.
The trembling deep within her felt like an earthquake, her lower abdomen tightening and her mind going blank. Her chest, which had been heaving rapidly, froze momentarily.
“Hngh…!”
Her toes curled tightly, and her lifted hips trembled as she reached her peak. The breath she had been holding erupted into shallow gasps as her heart pounded wildly. Her raised hips collapsed back with a soft thud.
As Olivia closed her eyes to savor the lingering sensation, a new warmth began to spread below. Without her noticing, Asher had undone his pants and was pressing his hardness against her entrance.
The blunt, solid tip nudged against her, parting her soft folds as it dragged up and down her center. Each glide sent shivers of expectation coursing through her. Every time the swollen head pressed against her entrance, it felt as though he might pierce her at any moment.
Anticipation swelled sweetly, causing her to swallow dryly.
“You’re so soft.”
Their dampened bodies slid together, the frictioning bodies were smooth as Asher said.
“Should I put it in?”
His face glistened with desire as he asked.
“Mm-hm…”
Olivia’s response was more of a moan and she clutched at his shirt.
Taking her cue, Asher pressed against her entrance, his tip teasing the sensitive opening. As he applied more pressure, the opening slowly yielded, the ridged walls parting to accommodate him. The warmth inside her enveloped the thick, rounded head before pulling him inside.
