We're Married, After All - Chapter 43
It was no different this time. Even while asleep, her body reacted in the same way.
When Danel gently rubbed the plump, swollen c******s with his fingertip, the gathered arousal spilled out in a stream. The spreading warmth in her lower abdomen caused Laurea’s legs to slowly part. Though her mind remained in deep slumber, her body always remembered the pleasure.
Danel stroked her c******s the way Laurea—or at least her body—desired. The wetness soaking her underwear allowed him to feel every ridge of the small bud. His fingers moved ceaselessly over the slick fabric.
“Mm…”
Her soft lips let out a faint moan of pleasure. Every time his fingers brushed the sensitive area just below her c******s, her breathing hitched and trembled, a sweet sound that Danel found utterly captivating—one he wanted to consume entirely.
“Ah… mm… mmng…”
He tormented her c******s relentlessly. It was a luxury he could indulge in only while she slept. Watching, from start to finish, just how much pleasure this tiny part of her body could bring was something he could never do while she was awake.
Laurea’s hips began to twitch subtly, as though asking for more pressure. Danel held her body steady, maintaining a steady rhythm with his fingers. It was the only way to draw her climax out slowly and fully.
“Ahh…!”
With a short cry, Laurea’s body tensed and stiffened. Danel watched her face intently, studying every detail of her expression. First, her brows knitted together. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her normally impassive face twisted through a series of subtle changes before settling into a fully contorted look of ecstasy.
Though he had seen this transformation countless times and no longer felt the need to sketch it onto paper, he still wanted to commit every moment of it to memory.
Even as Laurea rode out her climax, Danel didn’t stop his fingers. The fluids that spilled from her splattered across the bed, following the movement of his hand.
Laurea’s toes curled at the persistent but gentler touch that followed. Tears streamed from beneath her tightly shut eyes as she was overcome by another wave of climax. Danel watched her for a long moment, captivated by her trembling form.
By now, not only her hips but the bed itself was soaked with her fluids.
After licking every inch of her flushed cheeks and eyelids, Danel finally sat up. He positioned himself between her weakly spread legs.
With a finger, he hooked the edge of her ruined underwear and pushed it aside. Her entrance was still twitching in fine spasms. With each labored breath, the small opening quivered, releasing more arousal that dripped down her thighs and pooled onto the sheets.
Danel stared at the sight, entranced. Though he had imagined this countless times on sleepless nights, the reality before him was more beautiful than any of his fantasies.
Unable to resist any longer, he buried his face between Laurea’s thighs. The lewd scent filled his lungs as he pressed his tongue into the vivid red folds. A strong, sweet taste flooded his mouth.
Gripping her thighs, Danel spread them fully apart, lifting her hips so he could delve deeper. Her body, still remembering the sensations of pleasure, tightened around his tongue. The pressure was almost unbearable, as though it would crush him.
But Danel didn’t relent. With his nose pressed against her c******s, he licked the textured ridges just below it. Laurea’s breathing grew noticeably uneven in response.
His warm tongue teased the sensitive area relentlessly, pushing her further into overstimulation. The walls of her core, already hyper-aware from successive climaxes, pulsed and trembled without pause. More fluids gushed out, overflowing so quickly that even his eager efforts to lap them up weren’t enough. The excess began to soak the front of his shirt.
“Ahh… nnngh…”
Her groans grew louder, her entire body responding to the pleasure and to Danel.
He answered her call, pushing his tongue as deep as he could while continuing to stimulate her c******s. Inside and out, Laurea was consumed by the overwhelming sensations he gave her.
By stimulating her both inside and out, Laurea quickly reached another climax. With a short gasp, as though she were swallowing her breath, her walls clenched tightly around Danel’s tongue.
Schlurp, schlurp.
Danel greedily sucked in her fluids. He licked every trembling fold, the beads of moisture clinging to her pubic hair, and even the slickness covering her swollen c******s before finally pulling away.
His gaze swept over Laurea’s lower body. After his relentless attention, the area was almost entirely clean—except for one spot.
Danel placed one hand under Laurea’s hips, lifting them gently. He watched as more of her fluids pooled and began to trickle down. Acting quickly, he pressed his tongue against it, catching the lukewarm liquid on its tip. Slowly, he rolled the liquid across his tongue before dragging it upward, tracing the path it had taken as it ran down her body.
His tongue soon reached the deeply indented opening above. Laurea’s body flinched slightly, a clear sign that she was still unfamiliar with this particular sensation. This was one reason Danel always worked so hard to ensure she stayed deeply asleep.
Every time, Danel fought to keep his desire from overwhelming him. Fixating entirely on the pleasure derived from this single area would be meaningless. What he wanted was all of Laurea—her entire being to respond to him, no matter where he touched or kissed. If her whole body didn’t desire him in return, nothing else mattered.
Once again, Danel exercised patience, carefully licking along the folds of skin. Slowly, Laurea began to let out soft moans.
“…Ah…”
Her pale chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. As Danel’s tongue teased and rubbed the sensitive wrinkles of skin, Laurea’s face twisted slightly in discomfort. It was always like this—no matter how much effort Danel put into it, Laurea never fully adjusted to the sensation of having this area licked. Even in her sleep, she remained awkward and sensitive about it.
And yet, Danel had done this countless times—perhaps hundreds by now.
He pressed his lips against the damp opening. The small, tightly clenched hole was already slick with fluids, as though he were kissing a second, differently shaped opening.
