World After Worlds - Chapter 294

CHAPTER 040

“What are you doing?” Matteo was trying to take mental notes of what she was doing to execute it perfectly when it was his turn to fascinate her.

“I’m turning you on,” she answered him.

“But I’m not off,” he said in a very considerable tone. Yanarym stopped planting kisses on him and looked up at him. She wanted to laugh at him but prevented herself.

They would get nowhere if this kept ongoing. Yanarym crawled to Matteo’s body, matching their visions. They locked eyes with each other and they did a staring contest.

“What—” he was about to ask what was happening but she cut him off by bussing his lips. They turned silent again, for almost minutes.

When Matteo felt like she would not do anything he opened his mouth to ask her what was going on but she kissed him again. That charade kept on and on until he decided not to speak anymore and just get mesmerized by her vibrant eyes.

Her smile widened when he didn’t talk, tilting her head, she granted him a kiss, but it wasn’t a quick smooch like she did, it was deep, sensual… passionate. When she closed her eyes, he did as well. She stayed at his mouth, caressing his lips with her tongue and teeth. Oh damn, how could she use her mouth so well? Biting, nibbling, and licking him.

Her soft and moist flesh was setting his body on fire. He’s burning, he followed how she kissed him and they were getting deeper and more interactive. She entered her tongue to his mouth and met his tongue, they exchanged blows, twirling and sucking each other.

His grip on her body tightened as he started to feel breathless. She was making him breathless… He curled his toes and did his best to inhale air into his nose because he didn’t want to stop. His stomach felt tremendous, mystifying and his heart was beating so loudly that he could hear it himself, he could even feel his chest rising. The heat from his body rose to his cheeks as his hands turned cold. She lifted her head, and he chased her, but couldn’t find the lips. When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him. His eyes staggered as he was lost for words on what just happened. He felt thirsty, but not for water or any refreshments. His body was desperate—aching for something that she could only give. He didn’t know what it was… was it sex? He didn’t know… but he could kneel just to kiss her once more.

He pressed her body to his body, craving her warm soft, smooth skin. “Again,” he gulped and begged her. “Rym, again, kiss me again,” Her fingers touched his lips and she stopped.

She cupped his face and gently caressed his cheeks. “No,” he gulped. No? No? Is that it? “Let me go,” she whispered to him. “Teo, let go of me.” Her voice was soft but it was like torture.

They started another staring contest before he gave in and loosened his grip at her waist. She didn’t leave him unattended, she sat up to take off her robe before she pulled him to sit up too, unintentionally landing her butt on his lap. He found his genitals standing up high as if it was giving her respect. However, he was more fixated on examining her body. His eyes darted to every inch of her… scorching.

She grew up to be such a fine lady. When did she get those curves and plump? He didn’t understand how she did it but looking at her frame made his temperature rise, with the brush of their skins, he felt electrified and pleased. His throat was so dry that he couldn’t even use his saliva to quench his need for liquid. He parted his lips as it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe through just his nose.

“You still remember how we kissed?” She asked sweetly and he nodded continuously. Will she kiss me again? He anticipated it but instead of her mouth, it was her right breast that touched his lips. “Kiss them like how you kissed me earlier.”

Although this wasn’t what he was asking for, he did what she ordered him to do. He gave her right breast little kisses, then deep kisses, he could hear her voice as if she was running out of breath too. He swallowed from his dry mouth, every single time he moved his lips or tongue, she would gasp or moan. Even her body was mashing him, sending him enough gratifying pleasure. Their flesh was so fitted for each other, although it was only the shell of their souls. Matteo could not reprimand how satisfied he was as he had the thought that her body was tailored just for him. Sojourn his mouth at her opulent nipple as his tongue twisted to it, like how they kissed, he brought it on his teeth and roughly gritted it from between.

“Oh! Gosh…ahh! B-be violent, Teo… ” She twitched and embraced his head, he could feel her fingers on his hair. Gripping him, pulling him, burying his face at her soft breast. Matteo did not disappoint her and snatched her waist to draw her closer to him as well. It didn’t take him long to get addicted to her luscious supple flesh, he even initiated squeezing the other side with his free hand.

“Matteo…” he shifted his attention to her other breast and played it with his right hand. “Do you want to do the other one?” She asked as she pants. Matteo paused from romancing her and saw how easily it swells, he could see it reddening, and his teeth marks… he stared at it with desire. He looked up at her, he wanted to kiss her lips as well. He wanted to do so many things to her body all at once.

“Yes, let me pleasure you in every inch,” she replied with a smile. She didn’t have to make big movements for him to reach her left breast because her frame was too small. He did just exactly what he did from the other breast, however, it felt like he was more enthusiastic to bruise her left more.

“M-matteo, touch me there…” She cried weakly, but he heard it. He stopped tormenting her for a second.

There?

“Where?” He fondled her waist, assuming it was what she meant, but she seemed dissatisfied. She kneeled over his trunk, immediately an erotic scent lingered. His nose flared, throat was humid. There was a drought in his mouth. Without her clarification or word of affirmation his hand roamed from her navel to her flesh in the middle… it was dripping, so wet. Like the liquid he was dying to have would have to come from there.

“Y…es,” she shuddered with just a glide of his finger to that area. Her head rested on his temple, both of her hands were at his shoulders. Like she would wobble anytime. “Remember the hole you jabbed last time? Prick it with your finger… slowly.” Her whispers were clear, it was an order. An amative command. Matteo gasped at the heat, how was she doing this to him? It didn’t feel like that time.

He kept swallowing hard from his dried mouth. As soon as his forefinger penetrated her, he felt it was secreting more fluid. It was clamping him inside…

She didn’t move, or say anything… Matteo stayed at his spot as well. He did not move a muscle. He didn’t want to do anything that would make her angry.

“Rym, tell me what to do.” He pulled out and let his lips caress her body. “Does it hurt? Should we stop?” He was concerned. His body might have wanted her so bad but he did not want to force her—never again.

“I said prick me with your finger,” she hissed with a tantrum. He could not see her face but he was certain there was an embarrassment with her tone. “Don’t make me repeat it.” He knew it was not funny but he wanted to chuckle… She was embarrassed? After all this? She was so aggressive and proactive. He almost thought that he was the only one losing his mind over this.

“Like this?” His tone was tender, and the way he thrust his finger in her was considerate.

“R-rougher,” she mumbled and fastened her slender arms to his head. “Faster.” Each word was followed, “H-harder… ahh.” Matteo clasped her waist as well, she was quivering and he had to hold her to keep her at the place. “Make…make it two… fingers… fu—” she pushed his shoulders making her torso exposed, her left breast was more swollen, he knew it, he was much violent on her left. He pulled her back and devoured her right breast to suck.

Keeping the pace of his hand, while he was relishing the dish in his mouth.

“F..faster….faster…” she was silently screaming, “Oh my gosh! Stop! Stop!” Her whole body hardened, almost sitting to him, Matteo hesitated for a second but he obliged, he stopped… she lump at him, breathless.