I Should Tell Him to Make the Buttons on My Shirt Smaller
The intensity of the sensation made Regina tremble all over. Conrad, who had been teasing her with his mouth, grinding at her nipples, murmured against her skin, “Your body’s a lot more honest than your words, Regina.”
“Bite me—h, ah! D-don’t talk, ahh…”
Conrad stretched out his tongue and laved at her chest. The hot, wet sweep made Regina’s head fall back in a daze. Her mouth fell open of its own accord, ragged breaths spilling out. Her chest rose and fell in quick, helpless waves, and the heat surging through her made it impossible to gather any strength.
“Look at this.”
He sucked at her nipple until it went with a soft pop, then let it go and licked his lips.
“Hhng!”
Conrad’s fingers, thick with blood and heat, flicked the swollen nipple. Every sensation pooled at the tender tip, so sharp it made her dizzy. Regina’s fingers scraped over the desk.
Noticing, Conrad caught her hand and brought her knuckles to his mouth.
“Tsk.”
When he saw the end of her long white fingers had reddened a little, Conrad clicked his tongue.
With every nerve in her body on edge, Regina could only pant and watch Conrad move. His lips touched her fingertips, and his thick tongue swept over them.
“Hah!”
“If you get this worked up over something like this, what am I supposed to do with you?”
Conrad’s blue eyes flickered with raw heat.
“I can’t exactly let you be seen like this.”
One look at Regina, disheveled beneath him, and he could no longer restrain the desire that had surged up inside him. He wanted to shove his own body into the depths hidden beneath that skirt and drive her until she came apart. He was at the limit of his restraint.
Conrad bit down on the tip of Regina’s finger and drew it into his mouth. He sucked on it, then let it slip free, then took it in again, and the sensation made her throat go dry.
“This is so…”
Lewd.
As Conrad’s lips moved in a way strangely like the thrust of his penis beneath her, the heat between Regina’s legs soaked through her. Her body, already burning hot, was silently begging him to put it in.
Just imagining the pleasure his thick member would bring, pushing in below and grinding against the place that made her feel everything, made her body clench around nothing.
“Regina.”
After sweeping his gaze over her face, Conrad was no less thirsty than she was. Having finally spat out her finger, he slowly lowered his mouth toward her body.
Every time his lips touched her, Regina felt as though she’d been burned.
When Conrad bit down on the soft flesh inside her arm, even the faint ache turned to arousal.
Rrrip—
“Don’t wear complicated clothes when you’re with me.”
The dress torn mercilessly from the hands of a hardened knight was nothing more than a light indoor gown she had put on for work.
As if there were any simpler dress than this!
Regina muttered inwardly that he might as well tell her to walk around in a slip, then blushed at the sight of her own naked body.
It was embarrassing to be the only one stripped bare while Conrad still wore his shirt and trousers.
Why am I always the only one getting undressed…?
As if he had sensed her complaint, his slow motion of loosening his cravat drew her eyes at once. Conrad ran a hand roughly through his hair and undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, frowning. Then, almost impatiently, he grabbed the fabric and tore the shirt open. A languid smile curved his lips. As his solid upper body was revealed, a flush slowly crept over Regina’s cheeks.
Her gaze trailed over him, inch by inch, until it met Conrad’s blue eyes.
“I should tell you to make the buttons on my shirt smaller too.”
Seeing his red lips made her throat go oddly dry. Regina lifted a hand and tugged Conrad closer by the neck.
His lips met hers, and breath mingled with breath as if each fed into the other.
With mana still flowing steadily through her, Regina’s body only grew hotter. Conrad was no different.
Swallowing breath after sweet breath, his member rose hard and thick.
“You could at least stop attacking me in the study.”
Regina’s small voice slipped out between her heated breaths.
“That’s ridiculous.”
How was he supposed to just stand by when she was winding him up like this? Conrad protested, and Regina, unable to answer that, simply turned her head away.
That was when it happened.
Regina’s eyes flew wide at the sudden sensation. Her legs were forced apart, and she felt Conrad’s tongue pushing into the hollow wetness between them.
She twisted, but his arm, firmly locking her thighs open, would not let her go.
“T-there, ahh!”
Conrad was already aroused beyond reason. He licked hungrily at the drenched folds, then poked and prodded at them with the tip of his tongue.
Regina’s hand clenched in his black hair, then loosened, over and over again. Watching her struggle to endure it, Conrad felt a wicked little urge rise deep in his chest.
“Hmm.”
He was this heated, and yet she still had enough composure to try to hold back her reactions.
Wanting to see more of Regina’s helpless, undone expression, Conrad moved without restraint.
“Spread your legs a little wider.”
“A-ah! D-don’t say it like that… hngh!”
He deliberately pressed his mouth against her entrance, widening it with his fingers as his lips brushed over it. When the red flesh within was exposed, Conrad licked his lips.
Saliva gathered, and his penis stiffened to an even harder pitch. Thick precum leaked from his swollen tip, dampening his trousers.
The clear fluid flowing from Regina’s wet sex was plainly in his sight. His fingers traced over the split seam, then scraped at the tiny pearl hidden between it and drew it out at last.
“Haaah!”
The stimulation was so fierce she could barely breathe. Regina’s waist shuddered of its own accord. Her loud cry echoed through the study, and she startled, raising a hand to cover her mouth.
She tried to close her legs, but Conrad only forced them farther apart.
Unable to move at all, taking his mouth and hands as they came, she curled her toes and trembled from thigh to thigh.
“Hah…!”
“You need to make some proper noise.”
His voice was gentle, almost coaxing, yet Conrad’s touch was the exact opposite. His thick fingers thrust too eagerly inside her, and liquid kept pouring out.
The moment his words fell, a breathless moan escaped her. Hearing that sound ringing in his ears only made Conrad more feverish than he could bear.
He kissed the inside of Regina’s exposed white thigh, leaving a red mark there before straightening his back.
“Honestly.”
Unable to hold back any longer, he shoved his trousers all the way down, revealing his hard shaft as he pierced her body.
The entrance to her well-wet sex sucked at him, swallowing his length in one greedy pull. Her insides rippled around him, kneading his penis, and Conrad let out a faint groan.
“Kuh!”
The way her body squeezed him so fittingly made his jaw tighten.
Regina was no less unable to keep herself together.
When the hard shaft split her open and slid inside, her fingers clenched.
Conrad seized the hand that had been scrabbling at the desk and drew back at the waist, then drove into her hard.
“Hah!”
The obscene sound of their bodies meeting rang out so plainly that Regina’s head turned to the side.
A moan slipped from her slightly parted lips, and that sound was swallowed by Conrad’s mouth once more.
“Mmph!”
As Conrad slowly withdrew, Regina could feel the shape of him with painful clarity.
When the penis that had filled her to the brim slid free, slick arousal flowed after it. Each time Conrad moved his hips, wet splashes echoed, and droplets scattered from where they joined.
“You’re so shamelessly…”
“Haaah!”
Inside her was already stretching to make room, yielding in the exact shape of his penis when he prodded at it.
As the hole holding him gaped and kneaded his shaft, Conrad felt himself swelling more and more below.
“Why are you—hn!—getting even bigger…!”
“You won’t let go of mine.”
How was he supposed to endure that, he demanded, and then Conrad rolled his hips in a slow circle. Regina’s eyes widened. The force in her own body tightened around him, squeezing his shaft hard, and he let out a groan.
Conrad looked down between her wide-spread thighs. There were the red flowers he had painted there.
He stuck out his tongue and moistened his dry lips.