CHAPTER 180: DON’T STOP (18+)

He teased her nipple, pinching it lightly, rolling it between his fingers as his other hand worked her pussy, two fingers now, sliding in and out, slow but steady, her wetness coating him.

Her moans turned to whimpers, her hips bucking wild, grinding against his hand, her thighs trembling against his face.

He kissed her inner thigh one last time, sucking hard, then pulled back just enough to watch her, flushed, panting, a mess of need. "You’re perfect," he said, voice soft and sure.

She didn’t answer, just moaned, her hands tugging his hair, pulling him back toward her, and he grinned, ready to push her further.

Jae’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as Elise’s fingers tightened in his blond hair, her touch a silent command that drew him deeper into her orbit.

Her thighs trembled against his shoulders, her breath coming in uneven bursts, a rhythm that echoed the quickening pulse in his chest.

The air was thick with heat and anticipation, the creak of the cot beneath them a quiet backdrop to their shared intensity.

Jae’s hand lingered at her collarbone, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down her stomach, feeling the faint quiver of her muscles under his calloused touch.

His other hand rested at her core, two fingers buried inside her, warm and slick, moving with a steady, purposeful rhythm that made her hips shift restlessly against him.

Her body responded to every motion, arching slightly, a wordless plea for more. He could feel her heat, her need, in the way her breath hitched and her legs tensed.

He eased his fingers out, just enough to tease her entrance with a light, circling touch, his fingertips grazing her sensitive skin.

Elise let out a soft whimper, her grip tightening in his hair, tugging sharply as her legs parted wider, an invitation clear in the motion. "Jae," she breathed, her voice raw, edged with a mix of frustration and longing that sent a spark through him.

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, vibrating against the soft skin of her inner thigh. His lips brushed the tender spot where her leg met her core, and he pressed a firm kiss there, sucking just hard enough to leave a faint bruise blooming in the dim light.

"Patience, Elise," he murmured, his breath hot and teasing as it fanned over her skin. He dipped his head lower, letting his tongue flick out, tasting the edge of her wetness in a quick, deliberate stroke that drew a sharp gasp from her lips.

Her hips lifted off the cot, chasing his mouth, and Jae’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with playful intent. "Falling apart already?" he teased, his voice a smooth taunt as he pulled back slightly, keeping her balanced on the edge of desperation.

Elise’s eyes flashed down at him, half-lidded and hazy with desire, but a spark of defiance burned in their depths. "Then stop playing and do something," she shot back, her tone sharp despite the tremble threading through it. Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin, urging him closer with a quiet urgency.

Jae didn’t hesitate. He lowered his mouth fully to her core, lips brushing her swollen folds before his tongue darted out again, slower this time, dragging along her length in a firm, wet stroke that parted her. Elise’s moan tore through the room, loud and unrestrained, her back arching off the cot as her thighs clamped tighter around his head.

He leaned into it, his tongue working her with purpose, long, languid licks that explored her heat, followed by quick, teasing flicks against her clit.

Her scent, sharp and intoxicating, filled his senses, and her wetness coated his lips as he gripped her hips, holding her steady against her writhing movements.

"Jae," she gasped, her voice breaking as one hand flew to clutch the thin blanket beneath her, the other tangling back in his hair, pulling hard.

He hummed against her core, the vibration drawing another sharp cry from her throat, and he sucked lightly on her clit, rolling it gently between his lips.

Her legs shook harder, her breath coming in short, frantic bursts, and he could feel her climbing, her body tensing like a drawn bow under his touch.

He pulled back for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, letting her catch her breath while his eyes traced the flush spreading across her skin. "You taste better than I dreamed," he said, his voice low and rough, his fingers sliding back to her core.

He pushed two inside her again, deeper this time, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot within.

Her hips jerked, a loud moan spilling out, and he thrust his fingers faster, his thumb brushing her clit in tight, firm circles that made her tremble.

Elise was unraveling now, her moans softening into whimpers, her body a taut string under his hands. "Don’t, don’t stop," she pleaded, her voice a ragged whisper, her head tipping back as her chest heaved.

Her breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath, nipples hard and flushed in the moonlight, catching his eye. Jae leaned up, capturing one in his mouth, sucking firmly as his fingers kept their relentless pace at her core, driving her higher.

Her cry was sharp, nearly a scream, and her walls clenched tight around his fingers, her climax crashing through her like a wave.

Her wetness flooded his hand, her body shaking as he guided her through it, his tongue swirling around her nipple, his fingers slowing but never stopping until her tremors faded.

She slumped back against the cot, panting, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, her gray eyes half-closed but still watching him.

But Jae wasn’t done. He rose, shedding his pants in a swift, fluid motion, his erection springing free, hard, thick, and glistening at the tip.

Elise’s eyes widened slightly, her breath still uneven, but a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Not gentle at all," she murmured, her voice hoarse but laced with teasing warmth.