Chapter 5.1.1

“Haah, Andrea. Wait a moment.”

A hot breath escaped from Michael’s lips. His flushed skin, tinged a soft pink, and the beads of sweat forming on his forehead reflected his struggle to suppress the rising sensations. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Michael fought to control his surging desires. Between his parted thighs, his er*ect member stood firm, pressed tightly against his navel.

He placed a hand on Andrea’s head as she knelt on the floor before him. Stroking her round head slowly, he spoke gently.

“You don’t have to force yourself, Andrea. I’m fine just holding you.”

“I’m alright, Your Highness.”

“If you feel even the slightest reluctance…”

At that moment, Andrea, with a determined expression, grasped Michael’s member with her hand. As her slender, cool fingers softly caressed the sensitive flesh, Michael’s face contorted.

“Ugh…”

Andrea’s hands moved gently up and down the shaft. Her movements were clumsy, but the sight of her, shy yet trying her best to please him, was intoxicatingly arousing. Cautiously observing his reaction, Andrea asked softly.

“Do you… dislike it?”

“…How could I?”

Michael replied in a low voice, cupping Andrea’s cheek with his hand.

“Then please guide me. I want to try.”

Andrea’s grip on his member tightened. What she intended to try was none other than f*llatio. While exploring new ways to share pleasure was commendable, as s*x was about mutual enjoyment, her bold attempt was unexpected.

‘Andrea wasn’t usually this forward.’

Michael stared intently at Andrea’s clear face. Her pale blue eyes trembled slightly. The tight line of her lips and the subtle tremor in her fingertips betrayed her nervousness.

Andrea wasn’t the type to hold back or maintain formality during s*x, but neither was she one to take the initiative or make demands. She was still the kind of woman who blushed whenever her bare body was exposed and buried her face in a pillow, embarrassed by her own expressions of pleasure.

Wrapping her slender arms around his shoulders and pulling him close was the extent of her courage during intimacy. Yet, at some point, Andrea had changed. She began to run into his arms first, tiptoeing to kiss him, even pulling his hands to rest on her chest. And now, she knelt at his feet.

While this transformation was undoubtedly welcome, Michael couldn’t help but feel a faint unease every time he saw this unfamiliar side of her. There was no reason for it, so why did he feel this way? Even he couldn’t understand the source of his emotions.

‘Well, I haven’t been myself since that day either…’

Michael gave a bitter smile.

“Your Highness?”

Andrea tilted her head, puzzled by his prolonged silence.

“Yes, Andrea.”

Michael offered her a faint smile. Her face, looking up at him with moist eyes, was far too beautiful for him to remain lost in baseless anxiety.

“…Be gentle. Hold it with both hands and move them up and down.”

Andrea clumsily followed his instructions, meeting his gaze.

“Like this?”

“Yes, like that. Use your thumbs to rub the tip in circles.”

When Andrea pressed her thumbs into the sensitive tip, stimulating it, a clear liquid suddenly spurted out. The translucent fluid trickled down Andrea’s hands and along the bulging veins of his member.

“Haah.”

Once his member was fully lubricated, it became much easier to pleasure him with her hands. As Andrea’s movements gradually became more rhythmic, Michael clenched his jaw. He tilted his head back, releasing a ragged breath. Andrea, watching him intently, asked,

“What should I do next?”

“The next step…”

Michael’s gaze fell on Andrea’s plump lips. Between her slightly parted lips, the tip of her red, glistening tongue was visible. 

He suddenly recalled their first night together, when they had intertwined bodies while wearing masks. The image of her licking his torn lips came to mind. The urge he had felt at that moment remained vividly imprinted in his memory.

‘I wanted to have my length held between those red lips.’

Andrea’s lips and soft tongue still bewitched him. No, he yearned for her now more desperately than ever before. Every time they kissed, every time their bodies intertwined, Michael found himself craving her more, like a fool gulping down seawater to quench his thirst, only to grow thirstier.

Yet, for some reason, the thought of rubbing himself against her lips no longer seemed as delightful. It would undoubtedly feel so good he could die without regret, but still, he hesitated. Perhaps it was the same reason why he had come to prefer Andrea’s smiling face beside him over her tearful one lying beneath him.

At that moment—

“Mm!”

Andrea silently opened her mouth and took Michael’s length into it. The sensitive tip was fully engulfed between her lips, which were stretched wide. The warm, slick inner walls of her mouth enveloped him completely, and Michael let out a groan.

Even though she had only taken the head in, her mouth already seemed full. Each time Andrea’s tongue twitched, the space inside her mouth tightened, pressing firmly against him. The intense pleasure that shot through his spine caused Michael’s face to twist.

He managed to part his trembling lips.

“Haah, you don’t have to push yourself. You can stop.”

But Andrea shook her head slightly. Her eyes had grown redder, and her determination to continue was clear. Michael let out a short sigh, then spoke in a husky voice.

“…Try using your tongue. Roll it gently.”

At his words, Andrea cautiously began to move her tongue. The smooth, moist muscle teased the most sensitive part of his body in an enticing manner. Michael let out a guttural moan as he locked eyes with her.

Andrea, seemingly encouraged by his reaction, began to move more assertively. Maintaining eye contact with Michael, she worked his length as if savoring a piece of candy. Slowly, she moved her head, drawing more of him into her mouth bit by bit. Her pale cheeks puffed out as they stretched around him.

“Haah.”

Michael momentarily forgot how to speak, lost in the pleasure Andrea was giving him. Though her movements were initially clumsy, she seemed to find her rhythm and continued without needing further guidance.

Michael clenched his fists tightly to resist the urge to release. However, when Andrea, who had been diligently licking along his reddened shaft, tightened her cheeks and applied pressure, he couldn’t help but thrust his hips upward instinctively.

“Mmmpf!”

His veiny, swollen length plunged deeper into Andrea’s mouth. When the tip grazed the back of her throat, her mouth tightened reflexively. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Michael’s body leaned forward involuntarily. Andrea’s grip around the base of his shaft tightened.

“Are you alright?”

Michael hastily withdrew himself and cupped Andrea’s chin, tilting her face upward. A thin string of saliva stretched between his flushed tip and her lips before breaking. Andrea coughed lightly but nodded, her expression resolute.

Her face, glistening with tears and saliva, looked both pitiful and strangely alluring. Michael, ignoring the throbbing heat below, carefully examined her face. Her lips, stretched to their limit, were slightly cracked, and the tip of her sharp nose was flushed as if she were intoxicated.

Lifting Andrea effortlessly, Michael set her on his lap. In an instant, their eyes were level. Turning her body to face him, he asked gently,

“Was it too much for you?”

Andrea shook her head, her face still flushed. She hesitated for a moment before asking softly,

“Did it… feel good?”

“Of course.”

“Then why…”

Andrea lowered her long lashes slightly. Her gaze fell on his still-er*ect member, which twitched and glistened with arousal.

‘Ah. Is she asking why I didn’t finish?’

Realizing her unspoken question, Michael chuckled silently. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he answered,

“Because I don’t want to dirty your lips.”

“….”

“What happened today won’t happen again. Not because I didn’t enjoy it—it was so good I could barely breathe—but…”

He leaned in and planted a light kiss on her lips. Their damp lips met briefly before parting.

“Your lips are meant for mine alone.”

As if drawn by a magnet, their faces closed the distance again. Michael cupped Andrea’s cheeks with both hands and kissed her swollen lower lip deeply. The fact that these lips had just been wrapped around him vanished from his mind, replaced by the sweet sensation of tasting ripe orange flesh.

Andrea’s lips parted naturally, welcoming him. Michael expertly explored her mouth, tangling his slick tongue with hers as they shared their breaths. The heat simmering in his belly began to boil over. A soft moan escaped Andrea’s parted lips.

The fact that a kiss alone could make his head spin with pleasure amazed him. He recalled how, not long ago, he didn’t even know when to take a breath, holding it until his face turned red. Now, Andrea moved her head skillfully, twisting her tongue against his with surprising expertise.

‘You’ve improved.’

Just as Michael had come to know her sensitive spots, Andrea too had learned about him. She must have observed him as closely as he had observed her. Just as he had changed because of her, she too had changed because of him.

Michael’s firm hand slid beneath her hair, tracing the elegant curve of her back. His fingers brushed against her ribs, counting each one beneath her delicate skin, before pausing over a small mark on her waist.