The Princeliest Prince of All - Chapter 42
Although it hadn’t been intentional, the effects of Sera’s early premarital education were astonishing.
Even when driven mad with arousal, Leonard never rushed through foreplay. Even if Sera—having lost control—demanded he move faster, he never let things slide carelessly.
His rough fingertips traced along the heat-drenched, slick folds, parting them. As if he were mapping out its shape, he slowly ran his fingers upward—until, at last, he stopped at the right spot.
The moment he pressed the slightly swollen nub, Sera’s eyes trembled.
A virgin among virgins, once as pure as a blank page, Leonard now knew everything about Sera’s body.
If one were to exaggerate slightly, he could make her writhe with just a single finger. Even Sera herself couldn’t pretend that this was simply a result of her teaching.
The way he gazed at her, the way he touched her, every movement of his body—all of it was filled with deep affection.
With his long, slender fingers, he rolled the overly sensitive bud in slow circles. Whenever her entrance twitched in anticipation, he pressed down harder and sent a shuddering vibration through it.
Sera’s thighs, splayed open without restraint, quivered violently. The aching, teasing pleasure swiftly melted away the sharpness of her once intense gaze.
“Hnng… Ah, huh…!”
A strained moan escaped from between her tightly clenched lips. Leonard gently sucked on her now-stiff tongue, softening it.
His kiss was tender, but his fingers were ruthless. He pinched, flicked, and rubbed the fully swollen nub, no longer hidden beneath its hood.
Leonard’s coat had already been crumpled beyond recognition in Sera’s grasp. She hadn’t even realized when she had clutched onto him, nor that she was still holding on.
A flood of arousal streamed down her perineum, soaking his white trousers into a dark gray stain.
But Leonard no longer cared about such things. Just watching Sera unravel under his touch was enough to send him into rapture. His hardened length twitched as if begging to be buried inside her.
Leonard slid his fingers along her slick folds, gently pushing past the trembling entrance. The warm, clenching flesh sucked him in, as if trying to hold him there.
Leonard let out a deep sigh of admiration.
He added his ring finger alongside the middle finger, pushing deeper inside. As he curled his fingers, massaging her inner walls, Sera’s thighs spasmed uncontrollably.
When Leonard twisted his wrist, her hips instinctively bucked up. He spread his fingers apart before pressing them back together, repeating the motion. It was as if he were memorizing every single fold and ridge within her.
Alternating between shallow strokes and deep presses, he thoroughly traced every inch of her inner walls.
“Haah… Hhng…!”
Like a musician skillfully playing an instrument, Sera’s moans poured out without pause. Her waist rocked back and forth on instinct. Leonard, worried she might topple backward, firmly supported her lower back before burying his fingers even deeper.
He thrust into her without restraint. Sera bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle her moans.
Leonard, seeing this, pushed his tongue into her mouth instead.
Sera, caught between helpless gasps and whimpers, could neither escape nor suppress her cries.
Heat rose rapidly between their bodies, sweat clinging to their skin. Her knees wobbled uncontrollably. While his fingers stretched and rubbed inside her, Leonard’s thumb returned to her c**t. Stimulating both inside and out simultaneously, Sera’s waist arched back sharply.
At that moment, her entrance, stretched wide open, spilled a sudden rush of arousal.
“Haa… Ahh…!”
Leonard slowly withdrew his hand.
Sera, panting, looked at him with wide, heated eyes. She had enjoyed it, but for some reason, she still felt frustrated.
Leonard glanced down at his now soaked hand. A glossy sheen of liquid coated his fingers, pooling in the lines of his palm. The fact that none of it repulsed him still amazed him every time.
As if confirming something, he brought his palm to his tongue.
Sera, horrified, scrunched up her nose.
“Ugh.”
Leonard chuckled.
There were times when he fantasized about devouring Sera whole, like a pig deliberately rolling in filth.
Now, it was finally time to fully indulge.
As he readjusted his grip on her trembling body, Leonard asked,
“How do you want it today?”
“Mmm…”
Sera hesitated for a moment.
Not because she didn’t understand the question. This was their daily discussion—choosing the first position of the night. To outsiders, it might seem like a mood-killing conversation, but to them, this was normal.
A couple’s love life should be fun, after all. Their desires were always borderline Kamasutra-level, but…
Given today’s location, their options were limited.
“Let’s just do it like this.”
“As you wish.”
Leonard adjusted his posture to let Sera sit more comfortably.
Sera, growing annoyed at her slipping skirts, hurriedly bunched them up to her waist. It was inconvenient, but getting fully naked inside a carriage felt a bit excessive.
It was a contradiction, really. They could join together, yet fully undressing was off-limits.
