Chapter 4 (Part 6)

Watching Grace’s reactions, Leonardo rubbed her n*pple with his fingers.  

“Mmng!”  

He circled it and pinched it lightly.  

As he softly rubbed the swollen n*pple with his fingers, he licked the other n*pple with his tongue.  

Grace shuddered, flinching.  

“Haah, mmng! Haah!”  

Hearing her moans, like a pleasant melody, filled Leonardo with euphoria.  

He wanted to keep sucking, biting, and licking her to make her feel good, yet part of him wanted to make her a mess.  

“Sir Lowell, does it feel good?”  

Leonardo asked, lightly biting her n*pple, and Grace moaned.  

Grabbing a handful of his silky hair, she shouted with a flushed face,  

“Don’t! Hng! Ask!”  

Her words made Leonardo laugh.  

Seeing the red marks gradually covering her br*asts, he felt satisfied.  

“I’ll make you feel even better.”  

With those words, Leonardo twirled her n*pple with his tongue. Meanwhile, he slowly traced his fingers down the concave line of her belly.  

“Mmng! Ahng!”  

For Grace, the sensation of Leonardo’s hot tongue on one br*ast, his hand teasing the other br*ast and n*pple, and the other hand moving somewhere unknown left her utterly disoriented.  

The continuous excitement made her lower part ache.  

“Ahng, hng! Ahhng!”  

As she continuously moaned and twisted her waist, Leonardo hugged her tightly and placed his hand over her white panties.  

Then he raised his index finger and rubbed her center.  

“Ugh!”  

Grace’s body jerked as if startled, and Leonardo burst out laughing as he sucked her br*ast.  

“Here it is.”  

His voice, filled with satisfaction as if he had found a treasure, made Grace’s face flush red.  

“Mmng! Hng! Ahng!”  

Leonardo rubbed over her already wet underwear, persistently moving to find the spot where Grace felt the most intensely.  

“Ahng! Please!”  

Grace clung to his shoulders, begging without knowing what she was pleading for.  

Her body trembled with pleasure as she panted for breath.  

“It’s still not enough.”  

For Grace to fully accept him, it was still not enough.  

Even men would flinch just by looking at it, so Grace definitely couldn’t accept it entirely and joyfully yet.  

Though it had been weeping like a giant weapon for a while now, the reason he had held back with all his might was precisely that.

He carefully pulled down her panties and moved his hand again.  

He needed to stimulate the spot hidden in the bush where Grace felt the pleasure more intensely, to open her body wider.  

“Haah! Ahng!”  

He felt something small and round in his hand. As he rubbed it, Grace’s waist arched like a bow and trembled.  

“Found it.”  

Leonardo smiled contentedly, kissing her lips as he rubbed it slowly.  

Every time he stimulated it, her love juices gushed out, wetting his hand. He lightly rubbed the entrance and tried inserting and withdrawing his finger.  

“Mmng!”  

Grace’s body twitched.  

As tears welled in Grace’s eyes from the continuous stimulation, Leonardo licked them with his tongue.  

“Does it feel so good that you’re crying?”  

“Haahng!”  

Though Grace glared at him as if he were teasing, she soon tilted her head back, moaning again.  

Hearing her moan, soaked in pleasure, Leonardo slowly inserted one finger into the entrance that was leaking love juices.  

“Ahng.”  

Feeling her tighten around even one finger, Leonardo let out a suppressed moan.  

Feeling the strong pressure, he slowly moved his finger back and forth, and a higher-pitched moan echoed than before.  

“Haah, ng!”  

His finger moved in and out of the wet hole with a squelching sound.  

Grace tried to grab Leonardo’s hand, which was thrusting below her, but each time she did, the pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to flail helplessly.  

“Why, isn’t this enough?”  

Though he knew what she was asking, Leonardo whispered with a laugh in her ear.  

“Ahng, hng! Ng!”  

“But even one finger is hard for you right now.”  

With those words, Leonardo suddenly thrust three fingers in.  

Even though they were just fingers, seeing them barely fit in made him grit his teeth. At this rate, not even the entrance would accommodate his size.  

“It’s too tight.”  

“Haah, ahng!”  

Seeing her slightly furrowed brow, perhaps from a bit of pain despite being sufficiently aroused and softened, Leonardo muttered softly as if realizing something.  

“…It’s your first time.”  

For a very brief moment, Leonardo hesitated. 

Could I take this woman’s first time?  

But he soon dismissed the thought.  

Realizing that, like him, she was also experiencing this kind of relationship for the first time made him even more excited.  

“I can’t hold back anymore.”  

With those words, Leonardo removed his underwear and dropped it to the floor.  

At the small noise, Grace lifted her head slightly, then turned away with a face of disbelief upon seeing his unexpectedly large member.  

Leonardo laughed at her reaction and said,  

“Even if you regret it, it’s too late now.”  

With those words, Leonardo grabbed Grace’s legs and pulled her towards him, rubbing her wet entrance with his *rect tip.  

A much more intimate pleasure than before rose from below, as if all the previous teasing had just been practice.  

“Mmng, ah, ng!”  

Rubbing against the hole leaking love juices, Leonardo slowly began to push his member inside.  

Feeling pleasure and pain simultaneously, Grace twisted her waist, unsure of what to do. Leonardo held her firmly.  

“Mmng, Sir Leo!”  

Right now, Grace felt like she was dying.  

Every time his member and her lower part rubbed together, a tingling sensation shot up her spine. But when it started to go inside, it hurt.  

Fortunately, the pain was only momentary, and soon a stronger sensation than when they were merely touching surged through her.  

“Ng, haah! Please!”  

She wanted more intense stimulation, craving this maddening feeling.  

Unconsciously, Grace wrapped her legs around Leonardo’s waist, urging him. But the situation was no different for Leonardo.  

“It’s tight.”  

Only the gl*ns had entered so far.  

Of course, even that made Grace moan and twist her waist, but it wasn’t enough for Leonardo.  

He was breaking out in a cold sweat, trying to suppress the urge to thrust in deeply without caring about Grace’s condition. Yet, Grace’s inner walls squeezed his member, oblivious to his struggle.  

“Please, Sir.”  

Tears welling in her eyes, Grace cupped his face with her hands.  

She already knew from the dream that pleasure would follow the pain. And she knew it was unlike any pleasure she had felt before.  

“Aren’t you in pain?”  

Grace laughed, stroking his sweaty cheek with her hand.  

“You’re struggling too, aren’t you?”  

Seeing her smile as if to say it was okay, Leonardo gritted his teeth.  

Holding her waist firmly with his still hot, large hands, he bent down to kiss her and apologized.  

“I’m sorry. Hearing that, I realize I’m at my limit.”  

With those words, Leonardo thrust his hips strongly.  

His member, which felt not just large but gigantic, scraped her tight inner walls as it pushed all the way in.  

“Haah!”  

Feeling as if she was being pierced from head to toe, Grace shuddered.  

A tingling pain radiated from below.  

“Ugh, Sir Lowell. Please, stay still.”  

Whether from the pain or the subtle pleasure that was blooming, her narrow insides twitched as if convulsing.  

All Leonardo could do was bury his member inside her and moan.  

He knew it would be tight, but her inside was even tighter and hotter than expected, driving him crazy. Though he wanted to start thrusting,  

“Haah, ng.”  

Seeing Grace, who covered her eyes with her hand and sniffled from the tingling pain, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.  

He thought he should at least pull out for now, so he slowly moved his hips.  

“Mmng!”  

Grace’s moan, mixed with pleasure, reached his ears.  

Leonardo stopped and blinked, looking at Grace.  

Was it okay?  

But he wasn’t sure if it was alright to move yet.  

She had been in pain just a moment ago, enough to cry.  

Unaware that he was watching her, Grace pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.  

‘Why isn’t he moving?’  

She was sure that in the dream, he had moved his hips vigorously after entering, but the real Leonardo was just staying still as if frozen by ice magic.  

Of course, she had thought for a moment that she wished he would stop because it hurt so much.  

But the pain vanished in an instant.  

No, it was as if she had never felt pain at all, as a ticklish sensation rose from below, tightening her lower abdomen.  

“Ugh, Sir Lowell.”  

The more impatient she became, the more her inner walls squirmed, squeezing Leonardo’s member. As if asking if he would still not move.