Our Summer Is Not Over - Chapter 16.1
Every time Dylan moved, Mia’s underwear grew wetter.
As he rubbed back and forth, the friction gave her more stimulation, and Mia raised her hips, letting out a moan.
“Ah, ngh…”
At every moan, at every movement from her, Dylan became as feverish as an adolescent boy.
He took a handful of Mia’s soft skin, squeezed and released it, and his handprint remained, clear as day.
How could a person’s body be like this?
As he kneaded and released her again and again, her pale skin turned red. Damn, what a satisfying sight.
Dylan slipped his thick hand between Mia’s stomach and the desk where she was pressed close, pulling her up into an embrace. As the desk no longer supported her stomach, Mia naturally had to rise onto her tiptoes.
“Dylan…!”
Afraid she might fall, Mia flailed her arms. But soon, she steadied herself, bracing her arms firmly and supporting her weight.
Her voice, raised as if scolding him, sounded strangely sweet. It was different from her usual composed tone, which only excited him more.
He pressed kisses constantly to Mia’s shoulder as she drew closer, all the while moving his lower body without pause. With each of his movements, Mia’s hair fluttered, and the scent of her soap tickled his nose.
In his own office, on the desk where he did his work, Mia Blair was there.
Just that fact alone was more than enough stimulation. But seeing her clutching the uniform he had just been wearing as if it were a lifeline, her whole body surrendered to him…
“Hnngh, mmnh…!”
He moved slowly, savoring the sight of Mia relying on him. As pleasure slowly built, Mia stopped her words altogether, busy only with shaking her head and letting out heated breaths.
As he pressed his hips in, scraping against the little bump above her underwear, Mia’s body trembled in a light climax.
At the sound of something falling with a thud, Dylan glanced down. At some point, the shoes that had clung pitifully to Mia’s feet had slipped off. Even her feet, which she always kept tightly wrapped up like a nun’s, had come undone with just a few of his actions.
Dylan gently released his hold and set Mia back down on the desk, then knelt between her legs.
When he removed her underwear, now too wet to serve its purpose, the liquid Mia had released from excitement stretched in a long line.
“If you do this, how could I not misunderstand?”
Dylan’s finger touched the liquid connecting her underwear and her opening. When he lightly pressed the spot where it stretched like a spider’s web, it broke easily, without any force.
“What… ngh, what do you mean, misunderstand.”
Now, Dylan’s finger was dangling with her fluid. He looked it over, then let out a short laugh.
“That you were deliberately tempting me, wanting to roll around with me like this.”
He waited for Mia’s rebuttal, sure she’d call it nonsense, but she didn’t say anything.
The person who’d been so quick to answer just a moment ago…
Now, she said nothing. Even her small, restless movements had ceased, as if she were quietly waiting for what would come next.
Dylan felt a numbness pulling at the back of his neck.
Truly, he almost wanted to believe it. Mia Blair probably didn’t even understand what he was saying.
Letting out a low sigh, he grasped her thighs and lifted them up. Her legs, drawn up, no longer touched the floor. Mia let out a thin moan, her feet flailing in the air.
Still kneeling, Dylan caught her small, twitching feet and set her right foot on his thigh. Mia, apparently glad for the support, didn’t pull away.
As her small foot pressed down on his thigh, Dylan pictured it for a moment.
Mia, rubbing his pillar with those tiny feet.
“Ha.”
A breath, hot with excitement, escaped his lips.
“Mia, put your other leg up, too.”
When he gently took her left ankle and spoke, Mia obediently followed.
For Mia Blair to be so docile…
That alone was enough to send a tingling excitement through him, all the way to the tips of his hair.
With both her legs set on Dylan’s thighs, Mia’s legs naturally parted. Because of that, everything hidden was now in full view.
Her lightly damp, pale nether hair, her flushed and quivering entrance, the fluids trembling as if it would spill out again.
Every time she so much as twitched, more fluid seemed like it would flow out.
With no hesitation, Dylan parted his lips and took her in. He licked the moist entrance, slowly and deeply.
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