He exhaled and spoke. “It will be difficult. Just…”

She shook her head.

Had it always been this hard to make her give up.

She stubbornly kept his length in her mouth, and he rubbed his thumb along the corner of her lips while the fingers cupping her jaw tightened. Would he only be satisfied if he gripped her jaw and forced it open and pushed himself all the way in.

The image came to him clearly, of her gasping, unable to breathe properly. The sight of her drooling, her parted lips trembling, was so vivid in his mind that Leon’s length swelled and hardened further inside her mouth.

And she felt it, and her eyes went wide.

She looked up at him with eyes as wide as a rabbit’s, and a laugh escaped him before he could stop it. He carefully gripped her jaw and opened it.

“Just a little.”

Then with one hand he pushed himself just slightly further between her parted lips, and then.

“Cough, cough.”

Only when she began to cough dryly, her breath cut off, did he pull himself fully out of her mouth.

“Ha, ha.”

She could not close her open mouth and panted for breath, pressing her hand to her throat. The saliva that had pooled in her mouth without being swallowed spilled out and reached his hand as well.

But he did not find it unpleasant.

If anything, the thought that he wanted to s*ck up every last bit of saliva from inside her mouth made him lift Lisette lightly and set her back on his thigh, and he kissed her. He pressed his lips to her parted ones and sucked in the pooled saliva and swallowed it, then licked every corner of her mouth.

In the meantime he could feel her, thoroughly aroused, moving her hips and squirming against his thigh. The slick wetness that seeped from the narrow gap grinding and rubbing against him soaked through her undergarments and into his trousers.

‘I get wet too.’

He had not been able to fully believe her words, but watching her respond so readily to his every movement, growing wetter and wetter, he could feel that she too had suffered just as he had after waking from the dreams. 

The moments when she could not bear it unless she relieved the swelling, aching heat below. The moments of self-reproach, wondering if she had gone mad with desire and was cursing herself for it.

‘She must have gone through all of it.’

Realizing that she had not suffered alone, that she had been in just as much pain as he was, made him understand why she had come to him asking to be set free. Because if he himself had not endured it through self-harm, he would have gone mad by now.

Unable to hold her, and unable to take another woman either, the only thing he could do was endure, and that would have eaten away at him before long and made him ill.

‘Perhaps he might have forced himself on Miss…’

That was the one line he had held himself back from crossing no matter what, which was why her feelings struck him all the more deeply. His Miss, who was so easily embarrassed and so easily frightened, had come to him first and asked him to hold her.

‘How hard it must have been for her.’

He tightened the hand at her waist and pulled her firmly against him. Her compressed lower half ground down with the pressure, and he watched her head fall back and her eyes go hazy and unfocused.

“Ha, Leon.”

His name slipped from her lips in a breathless murmur, and Leon slid his hand under her skirt. Lisette trembled faintly at his hands gripping her hips.

She did not dislike the firm grip of his hands at all.

“More, hold me tighter.”

Yes, she wanted him to hold her tighter. She wanted to be held by him until her mind went completely blank. She wanted him to hold her through the night, through the night that had never reached its end in the dreams. She wanted him to fill her completely and make her cry out in abandon.

She wanted to forget everything and cling to him.

“Leon.”

“……”

“Please.”

She held him close and whispered urgently. He pulled his lips away at the heat in her voice and met her eyes, and in the moment that gaze shattered in the air between them, his hand pushed into her undergarments.

No, not pushed in. The thin fabric tore like paper in Leon’s hand and fell to the floor, and her bare s*x lay exposed against his thigh.

Already swollen and slick with arousal, her narrow cleft pressed against him, and Leon shifted his thigh slightly.

“Ha.”

Her folds parted and ground down harder. In that instant a rush of slickness spilled all the way down between her cheeks, and she felt herself a complete mess below. Compared to the dried traces that had seeped from his tip, the wet state of her own body made Lisette flush red.

Her throat felt so parched she could barely breathe, and she buried her face against his shoulder.

She could not get her body to hold itself together properly. She wanted to press her thighs together, but every time she tried, he seemed to know it instinctively and shifted his thigh, making her body rock up and down, and with each movement her folds parted further.

Her knees, pressed into the bed, gradually spread apart, and when her s*x was fully grinding against his thigh, he wrapped his arm around her back and drew her body away from his chest.

“……”

“……”

He looked at her without a word, and just as she had pushed him down, he laid her on the bed and finally climbed on top of her. Lisette held her breath as his presence covered her, looming over her like a world of its own.

She was not afraid.

It was just that the anticipation filling her entire body made her breathing fall out of rhythm. Her chest rose and fell, and she lifted her head.

“Leon.”

“Yes.”

He answered quietly and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

“Leon.”

“Yes, Miss.”

At her second call, his lips moved to her neck and licked. He ran his tongue over the spot where he had first sunk his teeth in. He licked it and brushed it with his lips, tending to it the way one might tend to a wound, and a soft m*an broke from Lisette’s lips at the gentle caress.

“Le… on.”

“Whatever you wish, just say it.”

Then he slipped his hand into the open front of her dress and spread it apart, pressing his lips to the swell of her upper chest. With his other hand he undid the buttons fastened below her chest, and his lips moved lower and lower beneath the fabric as it gradually fell open, until at last the dress parted fully and he took her stiffened n*pple into his mouth.

“Hah.”

He licked around her *reola with the tip of his tongue and took her n*pple between his lips, releasing and taking it again and again. At his touch, Lisette arched her head back. 

Unlike the caresses until now, he did not s*ck hard but simply held her gently in his mouth, grazing and nudging with the tip of his tongue, and her toes curled. She twisted her waist, wanting to pull away from this sensation that seemed like it would never end.

But.

“!”

Leon wrapped his hand around her waist and would not allow Lisette to escape from his arms.

“I gave you plenty of chances.”

The possessiveness that came through in those few short words made her lower her head, and then.

“Miss.”

He lifted his gaze and looked at Lisette.

His eyes held a resolve that would not retreat. She bit her lower lip and nodded.

At that small, faint nod.

“Good girl.”

He smiled faintly and ran his hand over her fully bared body, the dress fallen open on both sides. His fingertips swept smoothly down to where her undergarments had been torn away in his hands moments ago, down to her s*x beneath the soft hair, and her whole body tingled for no particular reason.

It was a shiver she had never felt once in the dreams.

The sensation of her whole body pulsing and thrumming pleasantly made her tilt her head back, and he took hold of her right leg with one hand and spread it open, then took the other leg and bent the knee. He placed his hand on the bent knee, stroked the inside of her thigh, and settled himself below.

And in that moment, sensing what he was about to do, Lisette shook her head firmly.

“No… hm.”

But he had already gripped her ankle so she could not squirm away, and he buried his face below and pushed his tongue into the swollen, tightly clenched folds.

“Hah.”

A rush of slickness spilled through her parted folds and ran down between her cheeks, and the moment his soft tongue touched her below.

“Ha.”

A shallow m*an escaped her and she twisted her waist. It tickled. This was the caress that had driven her out of her mind even in the dreams. Just the sensation of him licking her below alone was enough to make her feel a desperate urgency.

And now his tongue was actually licking her below, and when the firm, stiffened tip of his tongue touched her cl*toris.

“Ngh!”

She arched her body and squirmed.

She could not breathe.

No, she was afraid that if she opened her mouth to breathe she would cry out then and there, so she pressed the back of her hand over her lips. She could not let him hear the shameful sounds. Not the m*ans that had spilled from her like something out of a brothel, breathless and gasping, every time she had relieved herself alone.

“Ahh.”