Little Bride

Chapter27

After saying that, he continued to kiss me.

The car windows were covered with black tinted film, concealing the scene unfolding inside from the outside world. He adjusted the driver's seat, making it accommodate both of us as much as possible. Even so, my back was still pressed against the steering wheel. He leaned back, continuously kissing me, his excitement causing him to exert too much force, making my back ache. I couldn't help but furrow my brows and let out a soft sigh.

He placed one hand against my waist, supporting me, while the other palm caressed my waist, feeling unsatisfied, he moved further down. I straddled him, and he kissed me passionately, and in a moment of carelessness, my skirt was lifted, revealing the smooth and fair skin of my leg.

As he reached this area, he asked if I was cold, and as he asked, he unbuttoned the buttons on my front, all the way down to my belly button.

After the long kiss ended, I leaned against his forehead, panting softly, and whispered, "It's uncomfortable."

"Where is it? The back or the front?" His eyes filled with ambiguity.

I looked at him with a hint of annoyance in my eyes.

There were only a few layers of thin fabric separating the two of us, and it had become damp due to the kisses. I could clearly feel his arousal within my reach. It was a bit painful, so I pushed against his shoulders and moved back slightly, but he held my hand tightly.

Every movement teased the tense nerves, adding fuel to the fire.

He couldn't help but pant in my ear, making my ears burn.

"You're doing this on purpose," he said.

The watery color in my eyes began to blur. "I'm really uncomfortable."

He asked me to sit up, and his hands slid into my skirt, pulling down the innermost layer of white fabric a few centimeters.

I grabbed his collar tightly. "Don't take it off."

"It's uncomfortable to wear wet clothes," he chuckled. "Just pull it down a bit."

I sat back on him, feeling the shape beneath our clothes. His pants were smooth, and I could even sense the zipper hidden in the crotch.

"I'm the one who suffers." he bit my lower lip, his hand firmly holding my waist, his voice suppressed. "I'll make you feel high, hmm?"

He lowered his head and bit the front clasp of my bra. I reached out to cover it, and he kissed the back of my hand, his fingers sliding under me.

"Don't want me to see?" he asked.

I shook my head and then nodded.

In the end, he took matters into his own hands. He bit the buttons, and the process of unbuttoning was difficult. He kissed my fingertips, from my chin to my neck to my chest, all warmed by the touch of his tongue.

That rosy color extended from my cheeks, eventually becoming continuous tremors, filling the air with damp and ambiguity.

Our skins rubbed against the fabric, creating a hazy and ethereal sensation. Waves of tingling sensation rushed up my back, and he buried himself in the collar of my clothes. The warmth of his breath deepened the tingling sensation with every inhale and exhale.

He seemed to be on the verge of endurance as well. His grip on my waist was strong, and he whispered in a low voice, repeatedly saying how much he missed me, even though I was right in front of him.

I bit my lip tightly during this torment, resenting him for torturing me like this.

In the end, I almost cried, and he held the back of my head tightly, pressing against each other, groaning and trembling together.

In that dizzying moment, I felt his pants become warm and sticky. I couldn't tell if it was him or both of us who made it wet.

My mind became clouded, and everything was chaotic.

"What should we do? I have to go out for a few days, and I won't be able to kiss you for days. I really want to put you in my pocket and take you with me everywhere," he said, rubbing my lips heavily and then whispering against my moist lips.