The Mask Of The Monster - Chapter 113

(From Leandro’s Perspective)

I climbed on the bed and kissed her again. She seemed to be very nervous. And so was I. She was nervous because it was her first time. And I was nervous because of a completely different thing.

I had to admit that I was quite experienced in this. But for more than two years, I had not touched anyone, of course, that was until Ella came along. This was not even the cause of my nervousness.

I was nervous because it was my first time doing it with a virgin. All the other times, I would ask for the experienced ones since I had no desire to fix the amateur ones’ mistakes or teach them what to do. But I was glad that her first time was going to be with me. It made me feel great whenever I thought that I was the only one who ever touched her like this.

But perhaps I was nervous, mostly because it was my first time to do it with someone I loved. I could not help thinking if she was alright.

“Huh…,” she panted as my lips left hers. Her face and ears were bright red. Now that I came to my senses slightly, I noticed that she was still wearing her cloak. We were too absorbed in our own world that we completely forgot about it.

I took the cloak off a bit carefully because I was so impatient that I might rip it if I was not careful enough.

“You just have to relax, okay?” I said to her.

“I think you’re the nervous one here,” she said, pointing at my trembling hands.

“It’s just… Because it’s you, I am kinda nervous. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“We’re going to do it, not fight. How will you even hurt me?” she muttered. “Just relax. Let’s both relax and don’t let other thoughts come between us.”

She looked very determined. I kissed her once again and slowly untied the ribbon on her dress. The ribbons were on the front of the dress and were easy to reach.

Her underthings were attached together and there was only one ribbon attaching them. If I pulled it just a bit, the beautiful view would unfold in front of me once again. And it was not in my head. When I noticed it, it was already done.

I had pulled that little ribbon.

“It’s the first time you are this gentle,” she muttered, laughing a little. “You always tore the clothes.”

I was not being gentle because that was how I was, but because if I lose control even just a bit, I perhaps would take her like a month starved beast.

Looking at her while she lovingly stared at me, I did not have any questions left. I did not have to wonder if she truly loved me. A love was true love only when you did not even need to ask the other person if they loved you. That was supposed to be real love.

I bent my back and kissed between her full bosom. The pecks were perked up as if asking for my attention.

“Huu…”

I licked her chest until I reached her left breast while my palm fondled the other one as if playing with it. Her heart was beating faster, playing a melody, a very lewd one at that which turned me on even more. I sucked on her nipple, a lot harder than the other two times I had done before. I wanted to leave my marks on her, so whenever she would see them, she would be reminded of the time when I held her so intimately, worshipped her body, and took her to the devil’s home.

“Ah… Leandro…”

Hearing her moaning my name so lewdly seemed to trigger something inside me. I started caressing her breast a bit more forcefully than before and kept sucking and nibbling on her nipple.

‘You are mine. Just mine. You can only say my name in that tone.’

When I looked at her left breast, I could only see red marks, big biting and sucking marks as if saying- ‘Only I can mark you like this’.

I turned my attention to her other breast which looked very left out. It had red finger marks since I grabbed them too hard.

I took the other nipple in my mouth, sucking it while she made smutty noises. I traced over her skin with my fingertips and she was left shaking and whimpering under my touch.

“Ahh… It tickles…”

“But this tickling makes you moan instead of laugh,” I said huskily.

My little El was not totally the shy type, especially with me. Though she hid herself a few times, she also made sure to say how she felt. And I liked every time she said how I made her feel.

As my fingertips kept drawing on her skin, they finally reached her inner thighs. She expected me to touch her, but I did not. I moved my fingers from there and started running them over her bent leg.

A little disappointed, her body moved impatiently. I ignored her pleas and kept torturing her with my touch. I kept giving her pleasures, but not quite doing what she wanted me to.

I pulled my face up, only after marking her bosoms. Just one look at her naked body, my lower body started to ache.

She looked at me with her big eyes and licked her lips. She did not do it to seduce me, rather because it was her habit to do sometimes. But she had no idea what she unconsciously did to me.

I grabbed her from wherever I could and started kissing her all over, everywhere. I marked every single place as mine except that one place where she wanted me to touch her the most.

“Nngh… huh…”

I was taking my time to savor the moment. I wanted to imprint the memory of tonight in my mind, so after ten years or twenty years, this night would still remain alive in my head.

“Open your leg a bit,” I said.

She stared at me blankly for a second as if processing what I said and then opened her legs slightly.

The sight indulged me from within. I gulped as if I was thirsty. She was looking away as if she was shy under my gaze.

I brought my face down between her legs, taking the seductive scent that her private part had to offer. As I breathed on her folds, she trembled.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” I chuckled.

She did not say anything, just glared at me while her chest was rising up and down with her deep breathing.

I bit the side of my downer lip before placing a soft kiss on her dripping folds. She trembled even more, but I held her knees, keeping her in place.

“Ahh!” she moaned as I licked her even more.

I brought my face up once again to kiss her on the lips. She surely just tasted how she was down there.

I kissed in a straight line and made my way down to her inner thighs again, tensing her more and more. I kissed her up and down the inner thighs. Those parts were very sensitive. Every time my lips touched her skin, she moaned very loudly and arched her back.

I kept teasing her until she was out of breath. I just wanted to make her remember my touches by taking more time.

The reddish part seemed to call me for more. I licked on top of the folds. It was a really sensitive part as well.

“Leandro… uhh… huh…”

I kept licking her mercilessly while sucking occasionally. She kept moving her hips as if trying to take more of my tongue. She grabbed my hair as she seemed to be losing her mind.

“Ahh! Wait a bit… uhh!”

The sensual feeling of being stimulated like this was unfamiliar to her. By the end of tonight, I wanted to make sure that she knew what it felt to be taken to the pleasure of hell.

It did not take long before she pulled her hips up in the air while shaking continuously. I pulled my face up and licked my lips.

“Did it feel that good?” I smirked.

“… Huff… It felt good,” she muttered breathlessly.

I smiled and kissed her, while my fingers did not waste any time touching her sensitive folds.

“I just… I am really sensitive now… Mmm…”

I stopped her with a kiss while two of my fingers penetrated her. She widened her mouth in the kiss as she was being pushed to her limits.

“Lean… Ah! Huh! Nngh!”

“It’s alright. You can make as much sound as you want to,” I said, noticing her trying to bite her lips to keep her from moaning too loudly. But her voice kept leaking out.

She reached another orgasm very soon. Her reddish face turned even redder and she seemed to be too out of breath to say anything.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

She suddenly pulled her face up and kissed me on the lips.. “I love you.”