6. Obsession (Part 2)

The night education continued.

It was no exception today, when a ball was held at the Knightley Estate. While Eirin and Alexander had always met in the study, today, they had to relocate. Despite the late hour, the servants were bustling in and out of the first floor to clean up after the ball. If they went to the study on the first floor, they would be noticed by the servants, and it was just a matter of time before Stefan found out.

They had their secret tryst in the guest bedroom on the second floor of the west wing of the mansion. It was not far from the bedroom where Alexander was staying. Eirin had also visited there a few times before.

But today was different from other days.

The full moon shone brightly, making the room bright enough that they didn’t need to light the lamps. The moonlight streamed in through the open window, casting a shadow behind Eirin as she sat on the bed.

Today, Eirin was wearing a soft pink satin nightgown that she had chosen with Grace when they went to town recently. The dress that Grace had praised for accentuating her curves was now almost disheveled. Her shoulder straps had slipped down, revealing her collarbone, and the skirt had risen up to her waist.

“Nngh…”

With her legs spread wide by Alexander, Eirin blushed deeply in embarrassment. Her undergarments had already been discarded somewhere, leaving her glistening, pink-hued intimate area exposed in the moonlight.

Come on, I want you to torment me some more….

She swallowed hard and looked at Alexander.

He just stared back at her, and as much as his gaze felt creepily good, she wanted more.

“Eirin.”

As he called her name, she looked at him with hazy eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing. You’re more beautiful today.”

“…..”

Eirin was at a loss for words. Everything he said made her heart tremble, but it was unfair to say something like that at a moment like this. It’s hard enough to hold it in, it was just an education on the intimate matters between a man and a woman, yet it felt as if they were truly sharing their hearts.

Before she could say anything to stifle her embarrassment, his lips covered hers.

“Mmph.”

His usually firm lips felt soft and melting. No matter how much she savored them, her hunger was never sated. She entwined her tongue with his as it invaded her mouth. As their tongues intertwined and sensitive areas were stimulated, the saliva that had been clinging to the corners of their mouths began to drip down.

“Aah…”

While kissing her sweetly, Alexander ran his fingertips along the inside of her thighs. As his fingers grazed her p*bic hair, a tingling sensation shot through her. He spread the folds of her intimate area and caressed the already slick spot.

She bit her lip at the tingling sensation, and Alexander pulled one up.

“Your body has gotten used to this.”

Eirin shook her head slightly.

It was a sensation that could never become familiar. The more he did it, the more intense it became. As he leaned down to whisper in her ear, he firmly pressed his palm against her actively heated p*ssy.

“Ugh, nngh.”

But she couldn’t even protest. Now that he had touched her, her wet folds were squirming and anticipating his invasion. Her whole body was itching. She wished he would crush every part of her from the inside out.

He gently traced the soft membrane with his fingertips. His thumb pressed and kneaded her wet spot. Sticky fl*id oozed out of the opening, echoing through the room.

“Ahh…”

Alexander’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he heard Eirin’s moan. His movements were insistent, as if he were trying to imprint his fingerprints on her delicate area. Between her thin folds, he rubbed her cl*toris, which was now plump and swollen with excitement, and each time, a tingling, intense pl*asure shot through her body, as if the world was being turned upside down.

But suddenly, he withdrew his hand from Eirin’s body.

Huh? Is it over?

As his firm hand left, the cool night breeze brushed against her intimate area, making her shiver. She looked up at Alexander, her thighs trembling.

“Relying on just my hands would be enough, but if we do the same thing every day, it would get boring.”

Boring? Your touch could never get boring.

“Today, I’ll teach you something more intense.”

“More intense?”

She wondered if there was anything in the world more intense than what Alexander had given her so far.

Alexander ran his hands over Eirin’s thighs. Her insides fluttered in anticipation of something stronger.

He meticulously traced the forest of hair, slightly lighter than her hair, and then knelt down. Bowing his head, he peered at her as if observing her more closely.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Feeling embarrassed that he was examining a part of her that no one had ever seen before, Eirin squeezed her thighs, and her plump flesh bulged. Despite her slight resistance, Alexander did not stop.

He wedged his firm hand between her legs and pried them open. Helplessly, it was opened. He buried his face between her spread thighs.

“Ah, Alex…”

“Fingers and tongues feel different.”

At his playful words, the inside clenched tight with tension and anticipation.

“But, there…”

“Don’t you have to learn these things so you can write about them in your novel?”

“No novel has ever dealt with something like that before.”

Men touching a woman’s intimate area with their hands, let alone with their mouths – that was something she had never even seen in risqué novels.

“Then you can be the first to write about it. And for that…”

Alexander’s hot breath tickled her skin.

“You have to experience it.”

“Ah!”

His soft, supple lips brushed against her p*bic hair. Tracing the coarse hair, he moved down to her glistening, sticky center.

Eirin hesitated whether to stop him or let him continue. As soon as the ball ended, she soaked in the bathtub for a long time to wash away her fatigue. The rose-scented foam had cleansed away any trace of sweat, but the problem was the sticky fl*id seeping from within.

Aroused by Alexander’s gaze, the l*quid was flowing and soaking her thighs. She wondered if there would be a strange smell coming from there, or if there was something ugly in there she’d never seen before.

Worried, she slightly withdrew, and he seemed to understand her thoughts, whispering.

“It’s okay.”

Every time he exhaled, the area tingled.

“It will feel good, I can assure.”

Of course it would, because the way his eyes were glazed over right now, she could almost feel it, but that wasn’t the point. 

“That’s not what I was worried about…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Eirin tilted her head back. His lips enveloped her most lewd and sensitive cl*toris.

“Ahhh!”

His supple lips were greedily devouring her. The fact that his usually poised lips were now latched onto her most intimate area was already enough to drive her wild, but the direct pl*asure was so overwhelming that she couldn’t think of anything else.

She gripped the curls of his hair tightly, panting. Every time his lips clamped and released her cl*toris, waves of ecstasy washed over her body.

“Mmph.”

At that moment, he let her go. Seeing Eirin’s agonized expression, he smiled gleefully, then licked his lips. A sticky l*quid, different from saliva, clung to Alexander’s lips.

“Alexander. You’re.…too.”

Her face flushed red as she spoke.

“Licking there, you’re crazy, it’s a dirty place.”

“This is the first time I’ve tasted a woman’s most intimate area with my lips, but I swear, Eirin.”

He buried his head again, his tongue lengthening. His sharp tongue breaching the soft flesh.

“Aah!”

“There is no place more beautiful than yours.”

Enough to be explored for the rest of my life.

After that, he continued to torment her. Sometimes he’d rub her flesh with his lips, other times he’d persistently lick her. Whenever her ar*used opening gushed out the hot fluid, he would lap it up greedily, like a beast quenching its thirst, not leaving a single drop.

“Mmph.”

She felt like a beast herself. She couldn’t hold back and ended up crying out loudly, even though she shouldn’t make too much noise. Whenever she voiced her pleasure, her br*asts, with their soft, curved tips, flushed hotly, though he hadn’t even touched them.