We're Married, After All - Chapter 19
Danel’s lips glided over the damp fabric of my underwear, then gently enclosed the swollen nub of my c******s.
At first, he barely touched it, teasing softly. But once he noticed I had calmed down a bit, he began licking more deliberately, as if exploring every part of it.
Perhaps it was the sensation of the clinging fabric against my skin, but the texture of his tongue felt especially unfamiliar. It was astonishing how even that unfamiliarity transformed into pleasure.
“Ah… ahh…”
As his broad tongue pressed and rubbed against the sensitive spot, a languid warmth spread through my entire body. Though his tongue and lips were only stimulating that small bud, waves of ticklish pleasure climbed along the inner walls of my body.
Before long, a small spasm coursed through me, and a gush of arousal spilled out. The already saliva-soaked fabric became drenched as moisture trickled down freely.
Warm breaths, laden with heat, washed over the tight nub where all my nerves seemed to converge. As Danel pulled back slightly, he hooked his fingers around my underwear. The soaked fabric clung to my thighs for a moment, leaving damp trails before falling away completely.
I continued to stare blankly at the ceiling, dazed.
“Ha… ha… ah…”
I couldn’t muster any strength. Even when I saw Danel gripping my underwear and inhaling deeply, I didn’t have the energy to let out a single scream.
Then Danel lowered his lips once more, pressing them against the swollen mound as if melting into it. Amidst the mess of fluids, he buried his nose completely, inhaling deeply as though savoring the scent.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Mustering all the strength I could, I twisted my legs in an attempt to escape, but it was futile. His body was solid and unyielding, refusing to budge no matter how hard I pushed.
With audible smack sounds, his lips sucked and pulled at my c******s, sending jolts of sensation rippling through me.
After that, I couldn’t do anything. His lips slid down, covering my v****a, and his tongue slipped into the gap where the spring-like wetness was gushing out. My vision alternated between blinding white and pitch black.
Every time I managed to regain a semblance of awareness, a wave of shame would crash over me. Lying there with my legs wide open while he sucked on me was far more humiliating than I could have imagined.
To make it worse, the cool air I felt every time Danel inhaled served to painfully clarify my current position and exactly what he was doing.
“Ah… ahh… I-I’m going to sleep… uh… ugh…”
Meanwhile, Danel’s tongue continued rubbing against my inner walls with practiced ease. All he did was prod the slippery, wet surfaces where my love juices flowed freely, yet it felt so good that my toes tingle with numbness. No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like he knew my body better than I did.
As I was about to climax again, Danel shifted his focus, persistently licking the spot just beneath my c******s. It was my weak point, where even the slightest touch made my lower abdomen throb with overwhelming sensation due to the cluster of nerves there.
I couldn’t even scream—I simply trembled. This climax, starting deep inside, felt entirely different from the others.
The tension surged so deeply into me that my womb ached.
As the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak and burst forth, a thin fluid flowed out of me.
No—”flowed out” wasn’t the right description. Danel licked up every drop, swallowing it all.
The area between my legs felt scaldingly hot. His throat moved as he gulped down the moisture, and his tongue delved deep into the sensitive mucous membrane. The occasional sound of Danel’s breathing left me lightheaded and disoriented. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Ah… uh… ngh, ugh…”
I was utterly confused. The relentless, overwhelming stimulation left me unable to distinguish what I was feeling anymore.
It felt like if this continued, my body would melt away completely.
When I began to sniffle, Danel finally stopped his caresses.
As he pulled his hands away from me, he hurriedly moved them downward. Soon, I heard the rustling of fabric, followed by a strong, musky scent rising from below. He had undone his pants.
Danel pressed his nose against my mound and took a deep breath. He even sniffed audibly, as if trying to imprint the scent deeply into his lungs.
Maybe it was because I was overwhelmed by so much pleasure—I no longer felt mortified watching my husband inhale the scent of my most intimate area so intensely. Instead, his breath, which came in waves before I could even react, made my body heat up even more.
And, perhaps, I wasn’t the only one aroused.
Swish. Swish.
After completely removing his underwear, Danel began stroking himself. While I couldn’t bring myself to look at the sight, the sound of skin rubbing together was unmistakable, loud enough to reach my ears clearly.
“Haah… ah…”
Ragged breathing echoed from between my legs. It was then that I finally noticed Danel’s face. His typically stoic expression, one that often reflected an almost obsessive faith, was now a complete mess, wet and disheveled. It was obvious where that lewd wetness had come from.
“Uhhn…!”
At that moment, my inner walls convulsed, releasing another gush of arousal. Even though I had climaxed without any further stimulation, Danel didn’t seem surprised. He simply swallowed every drop of the fluid that kept flowing out.
A chill ran down my spine. This was undeniably the Danel I knew, yet somehow he felt entirely different. His faintly flushed cheeks, the haze of heat smoldering in his eyes—everything about him made my heart pound uncontrollably.
The sound reverberated, loud and obscene, echoing with lewd intensity.
