We're Married, After All - Chapter 18
It tickled. Every time the damp, soft heat of his tongue brushed against my round toes, an indescribable sensation surged through me. When I instinctively tensed my legs to pull away, Danel only sucked on my toes more persistently.
“Ah, wait—stop, it tickles!”
As I kept trying to move my legs, Danel firmly gripped my foot. His long fingers pressed against my sole, rubbing it gently yet insistently, while his teeth grazed against my neatly trimmed nails.
I cried out his name like a reflex, almost a scream, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he continued, sucking so intensely that my toes felt swollen, his tongue teasing the tender skin between them, licking my soles with relentless devotion.
Slurp. Squelch.
The wet, obscene sounds filled my head, making me dizzy. How could something as simple as sucking on toes create such lewd noises?
My hand, which was braced against the desk, trembled violently. The slick sensation of his tongue against my skin made me feel like I was going to lose my mind—no exaggeration, it felt like I might truly die from it.
While I struggled, Danel remained utterly composed. No, he seemed almost reverent. If he had looked filthy or depraved, I might have found it easier to handle. But instead, his expression was one of awe, as if he were worshiping me, as he licked my foot. It was enough to make me feel like my sanity was slipping away.
Was this the same expression he wore that night? When he buried his face between my legs, sucking on me, drinking my fluids while making vulgar noises? When he groaned like a beast and spilled his seed?
The memory of that night made my body shudder involuntarily, a conditioned reaction. I suddenly lost my balance and fell backward. Danel noticed the moment my legs went limp, and his lips began trailing up from my heel.
“Ah… no, stop…!”
Now with only the top of his head visible, Danel licked my ankle as though it were a piece of candy, his lips pressing soft kisses along the way, each one leaving a faintly audible smack.
By the time his hot lips reached my calf, Danel rose from his chair. As he stood, his teeth grazed my skin, leaving a faint mark, sending another wave of sensation coursing through me.
I chewed at it. Simply putting it in my mouth and sucking on it wasn’t enough.
My whole body felt hot. Not just my underwear but even the hem of my chemise beneath me was soaked and damp. By now, it seemed my body had learned to interpret every bit of stimulation he gave me as pleasure, whether I wanted it or not.
That’s when Danel pulled my legs.
With a slick motion, my body slid to the edge of the desk. Danel lifted both of my legs and rested them on his shoulders, spreading them wide.
His breath poured over the humid, stagnant air between us. I could feel his gaze burning into me. Embarrassed by my underwear, so wet it was almost translucent, I instinctively tried to close my legs. But it was futile—Danel’s solid frame didn’t budge.
With one knee raised in front of the desk, Danel bent down. His warm lips touched the inside of my thigh, sliding slowly downward. He paused mid-way, nibbling at my flesh, then drew it into his mouth with wet, slurping sounds. These must have been the marks he’d left on my thighs before.
Lying back on the desk, I stared up at the ceiling. None of it felt real. The shameful position I was in, the fact that my husband was inhaling deeply to take in the scent of my most intimate skin—none of it fully registered. My body just tingled all over with anticipation.
Danel wrapped his arms firmly around my thighs. Once again, he pulled me closer, dragging me further off the desk.
Now, I realized he could see everything. The small, pointed bud, standing upright from my arousal.
His breath washed over my exposed lower abdomen, where the fabric of my chemise had slipped down. Perhaps because of the accumulated heat, his breath felt surprisingly cool against my skin.
With deliberate movements, Danel licked up the inside of my thigh again. It was only when his tongue brushed against it that I realized the slick wetness from earlier had trickled down that far. Yet, Danel didn’t seem even the slightest bit surprised.
His lips pressed against the damp fabric of my underwear. Unlike me, who flinched in surprise, Danel’s reaction was unsettlingly calm.
But that wasn’t the only thing that deviated from my expectations.
Danel pressed his lips firmly against the mound. Soon, he took a deep breath through the soaked fabric, as if he was trying to absorb the humid heat trapped inside.
It was only then that reality snapped back to me.
“Wait, what are you…!”
A scream escaped my lips in an instant. I had never buried my nose between my own legs to sniff, but imagining the damp, musky scent wasn’t hard. The sheer embarrassment sent chills racing down my spine.
But Danel didn’t stop. Instead, he began rubbing his lips roughly against me, as if determined to delve deeper. The labia majora, hidden beneath the soaking wet fabric, were crushed and pushed this way and that.
“Wait, stop… ah, ahh…!”
The warm, soft heat of his tongue pressed against me through the thin cloth. Without hesitation, his thick tongue found the slit, pressing and teasing the tender area. My hips jolted involuntarily at the sensation of it rubbing against the sunken spot.
As his tongue tormented my entrance through the damp fabric, the sharp bridge of his nose pressed firmly against my c******s. A heavy, tingling pleasure radiated through my lower abdomen—a climax I could never have reached on my own.
“Ahh… ugh… uhh…”
It wasn’t until I was undone once more by the relentless flicking of his tongue, which licked and teased as if drawing water from a spring, that I realized something.
Ah, I’m the only one experiencing this for the first time.
