Chapter 39
H is hands slide up her thighs. Aza shivers. Heat spread through her. Aza feels the brush of his finger as he hooks it under her panties, pulling them down her legs.
“Jahar. Ohh,” she moans.
His tongue slid up her center. Flinging her head back, she grips onto the balcony railing with both hands. He teases her clit with the tip of his tongue, pulling another moan from her lips.
His head flings out from under her dress, “Quiet, my beautiful Princess, or we’re going to get caught.” He teases.
Aza clamps a hand over her mouth as he dives back under her dress. He used his tongue to part her again, his warm breath igniting her fire. He slides a finger into her. Aza bites back a moan, pressing her palm tighter over her mouth.
He pumps his finger in and out of her while tantalizing her with quick flicks of his tongue. His tongue swirls over her clit, his finger massaging the inside of her. He slips in another finger, making Aza feel as if she’s full. An aching tension built in her core.
“Hold on,” She hears his muffled voice through her dress.
Aza is shocked when Jahar lifts her up slightly, swinging her legs over his shoulders, his face buried in her. Aza lies back on the balcony railing, clutching onto the top of it. Sweet moans slipped from her lips.
Jahar’s lips and tongue smash along her clit.
A mix of sucking and flicking motions from his mouth and tongue.
Aza tries to push and grind against his face, aching for more friction and to reach the peak she’s been missing since being home.
In response, Jahar grips her ass, pulling her closer to him.
He nips the tip of her clit ever so gently.
A spark shot through Aza’s center, and she let out a cry of pain and pleasure.
Jahar smacks her ass hard, leaving a delicious stinging sensation on her cheek.
Aza’s legs begin to tremble uncontrollably as his tongue moves faster and faster, and his finger slips in her again, giving her the extra buildup of pressure she needs.
Aza chases her release and is consumed by her orgasm.
Spasming on his shoulders, nearly slipping off the railing, but Jahar holds her up as she comes off her high.
He steadies her as her legs give slightly, pulls her panties back into place, and slips out from under her dress. She can see his lips are slick with her and his cheeks are rosy. A devilish grin is plastered to his face.
Aza's breaths came quick and heavy, her chest rising rapidly. Jahar steps forward, placing one hand on her breast, the other wrapped behind her head as he pulls her in for a kiss. She can taste herself; he swipes his tongue between both of them, savoring the slick wetness left over.
He pulls away to look her in the eyes, “Come on, inside. We have to be quick.”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“That was only the warm-up, my sweet Princess. You really think I was going to let you go to this ball where dozens of other men are going to ogle you without leaving my seed in you? Without making it clear that you're mine?”
“N-no.”
“That’s my good girl.” He whispers in her ear before grabbing her hand and pulling her into her bedroom.
Aza reminded herself to thank Zhou for giving her the tea to prevent pregnancy.
He spins her around, unlacing her dress to slip it off her.
It falls gingerly to the floor. He lifts her, one arm under her thighs, the other under her back, and tosses her onto the bed.
He quickly takes off his armor, then unbuckles his pants.
Without a moment to breath, he moves her panties to the side and slides his fully erect cock into her.
He pushes it to the hilt, eliciting a gasped moan from Aza.
He wraps his fingers gently around her throat, squeezing, reminding her that she needs to stay quiet. However, the thought of sneaking around and breaking the rules only heightened her need and made her want to scream just for the pure exhilaration of it.
Pure hunger overtook Jahar’s expression as he slams into her over and over again. His hands moved to her breasts.
“Take this off,” he demands.
Aza lifts up to unhook her bra and tosses it on the floor.
His hands envelop her breasts again, thumbs swirling around her nipples.
He touched her with heart-stopping tenderness as his thrusts slowed.
He brought himself closer to her, planting gentle kisses on her chest and up her neck.
Aza whined for him to kiss her, which he did with slow movements, letting his tongue part her.
Aza moaned softly in his mouth, and he returned it with a groan.
She wanted nothing more than to fuse herself to him completely. She loved him with everything she was. She didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much, for it to feel this good to be with someone.
“I love you,” Aza whispered through a soft moan.
She can see him lose control, and his gentle thrusts turn possessive, “tell me you love me again.”
Aza lets out a choked, “I-I love… you. Oh heavens. Oh, Jahar, don’t stop!” She pleads.
Her orgasm devastated her control, and she finds herself thrashing in bed, trying to grab onto anything she can to ride off this wave. Jahar bucks one last time before letting out a hoarse groan. Aza can feel him emptying his seed inside of her.
He collapses on top of her. She gently brushes his hair. His breaths finally return to his normal soft ones.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” He breathes out.
“I wish I could stay wrapped up here with you, but we must get ready again and prepare.”
He lingered a moment longer, then pulled himself back. He slips his pants back on. He gives her an adorable smile as he admires her in bed.