“Nabel…!”
“Yes.”
Nabel responded as if he didn’t know why she was calling his name. Ronée couldn’t hold his gaze and turned her head to the side.
Nabel grabbed her chin again and turned her head so he could gaze into her eyes. It wasn’t a violent touch. It was a gentle gesture that was close to invitation.
“You don’t need to be so shy.”
His hand, which had been stroking her chest, suddenly slid underneath her thin chemise.
His fingertips lightly caressed her wet folds.
Ronée inhaled sharply as Nabel kissed her lips lightly.
“You’re so lovely.”
His fingers slipped between her folds and touched her entrance.
Sweeping the flowing liquid upward, he slowly teased her clit.
As the strong sensation swept through her body, she raised her hips toward his exploring fingers. Her head was spinning from the intense pleasure.
Nabel’s hand was wet from her juices.
“You’re very wet.”
Ronée heard a hint of mischief in his voice.
“I can’t leave these on you now.”
The blankets covering the two shifted as he pulled down Ronée’s underwear. She flinched as the cold air suddenly hit below.
Her bottom now rested against the bedsheet. The feeling of the dry fabric getting damp was very noticeable. Startled, she grabbed Nabel’s arm.
“Nabel…!”
“Yes, say my name just like that.”
With a small smile, Nabel lowered his head to her body. His lips slid down from her chest.
Ronée flinched at the soft touch, which contrasted drastically with the cool air against her naked skin.
Nabel pushed his knee between her legs.
“Hmm!”
The feeling of the fabric brushing against her was strange. His pants leg was growing damp from her wetness. Nabel didn’t seem to care at all and rubbed his knee against her core.
When the fabric grazed her clit, Ronée inhaled sharply and squirmed beneath him.
“The maid will need to prepare more clothes for me later,” Nabel laughed quietly.
‘You smell even more delectable now that I have gotten rid of that unnecessary piece of fabric.’
Nabel closed his eyes briefly and inhaled deeply.
He wanted to heat up her body even more. While her thighs were slick with her excitement, there were still many things he wanted Ronée to enjoy tonight.
With that in mind, Nabel left a trail of kisses as he moved lower. Settling between her legs, he pushed them further apart and buried his face between her thighs.
The thick blanket, which had been draped over them, now laid across Ronée’s midsection. To anyone entering the room, the bulge under the blanket made it seem as if she had propped up her knees.
But that wasn’t it. Beneath the duvet, Nabel had his face buried between her thighs.
A shuddering moan echoed through the room when the soft tip of his tongue slipped between her wet folds and lightly grazed her clit.
