When That Door Opens - Chapter 66
“Ki-kiss me.”
She thought that kissing would be better than having her nip**es sucked; she wanted him to press his lips to hers instead.
“As you wish.”
s*x isn’t just about fulfilling one’s own desires. Despite claiming he wasn’t gentlemanly in bed, Verne was surprisingly considerate.
He complied with Julieta’s request and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues intertwined, and warm saliva pooled in their mouths. Julieta swallowed the pooled saliva eagerly, like someone quenching a deep thirst. Satisfied with the way she hungrily sucked on his lips, Verne then stripped away the remaining clothes clinging to her body like ropes.
“Your flushed skin is so alluring and pretty.”
Verne licked his glistening fingers while gazing at Julieta’s curved body.
“That’s disgusting!”
Those fingers had been inside her. As Julieta shook her head in disgust, Verne shoved his fingers into her mouth.
“It’s sweet. Taste it. You’ll understand why the male protagonists devour their women so ravenously.”
There was no discernible taste, only a wet sensation.
“Too bad. You don’t know how to savor it.”
Verne’s fingers plunged back into her entrance. He swirled them around, coating them thoroughly in her juices. When he withdrew them, they were slick with her arousal instead of saliva. He made a show of licking each finger clean in front of her.
“Please, stop. Just…”
“You can’t ask to stop when you’re already this wet, Julieta.”
He pressed down on her mound and shook vigorously, making her entrance leak more of her juices.
“Ah, ahh.”
Verne inserted two fingers inside her while his palm rubbed her cl*t*ris.
The pleasure kept surging before it could subside. Julieta’s toes curled tightly. Her thighs quivered with the tension.
“Spread your legs properly.”
His husky voice commanded her. Julieta clutched the pillow tightly, trying to hold on, but it wasn’t easy.
After a while, he withdrew his hand from her entrance and held it up. His entire palm was glistening with her juices. Julieta’s cheeks flushed red with shame.
“Stick out your tongue.”
His words held an irresistible power. When Julieta stuck out her tongue, instead of placing his palm against it, Verne pressed his tongue to hers.
“I can’t give you any, it’s too precious.”
He muttered irritably and then licked his palm right in front of her, while grabbing her quivering legs and setting them straight.
“Keep your legs strong. If you close them, it’s over.”
“What?”
“Push your legs up and keep them steady.”
What was she supposed to be pushing? There was no time to ask. With a smile on his face, he swept her hair back and spread her legs wide.
“Why, why? What are you looking at?”
Julieta, who had squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of what was to come, felt embarrassed when nothing happened. She eventually asked, as if urging him on.
The man who had been so forceful from the carriage to the bed was now quiet, which frightened her.
“You.”
Verne called out to her. The mocking tone was gone, replaced by a low, serious voice that made Julieta’s heart pound.
As he just stared at her, Julieta grew anxious. What if he stopped now? Her body was already on fire; what would she do if he left?
Now she understood the heat described in novels. She wanted more. She wanted to know more about real s*x between a man and a woman. If it was this man, she felt he could teach her.
“You taste good, and you’re beautiful too.”
Verne’s voice deepened. Julieta realized he was just as absorbed in this as she was. Her embarrassment began to fade.
“When are you going to stop talking?”
A strange sense of competition rose within her. Verne’s serious gaze swept over her entire body.
“Right. Some things are best learned through the body.”
Verne lowered his head and moved between Julieta’s legs. The same tongue she had felt in her mouth now traced a long, slow path from her entrance to her cl*t*ris. His tongue worked its way up, and when it reached her cl*t*ris, it lingered.
“Ah, mmm.”
Her entrance opened and closed in anticipation of the coming pleasure. Julieta ran her hands over Verne’s bare shoulders. As her well-manicured nails raked sharply over his shoulders, he placed his mouth on her entrance and sucked her juices with a loud slurp.
“Haaaah.”
Julieta’s moans grew louder and louder.
“It’s good to feel it, but you need to watch closely.”
With his lips still near her entrance, Verne grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. Julieta had to sit up and witness the explicit scene of him devouring her.
