Chapter 644: Chapter 644- Eleanor’s Confession (3)
"A-Aahn... Uuuhnng.... Nnnnn♥" Eleanor squirmed.
The touch of his lips to her folds was electric for her. She cried out in shock and pleasure. Her hips jerked upwards involuntarily, and her thighs clenched onto his neck like a vice.
If it were any other man, they might feel their breath choking, but Reinhardt simply told her to relax a little.
Then he began tasting her, slowly with languid laps of his tongue along her outer lips, gathering her moisture.
He teased the entrance, dipping the tip of his tongue inside just barely, then withdrawing. He focused on the soft, swollen flesh, building her arousal with deliberate, patient strokes. He avoided her clitoris, letting the anticipation build.
Like a bud blooming into a flower, Eleanor was slowly unravelling before him. Her hands clenched in the sheets. Her head tossed back.
"Reinhardt... oh... that’s... I never...." Her words fragmented into moans.
He could feel her body quivering, the inner muscles of her vagina tightening, the heat intensifying.
When she was writhing, her hips made small, seeking motions, as if she was subconsciously trying to lead him somewhere.
Reinhardt finally let his tongue find her clitoris.
The effect was instant and violent. She arched off the bed, a beautiful cry tearing from her throat. Her hands flew to his head, not pushing him away, but holding him there.
"Aaahn~... Aahn... Mnng.. There! Right there!♥♥" She moaned in newfound pleasure.
Reinhardt focused on the small, hard bud. He licked it gently, then circled it with the tip of his tongue.
He suckled it gently, applying subtle suction force. Like an artist with this tool, he used it to evoke all kinds of pleasure in Eleanor.
Eleanor’s moans rang out continuously. A high, breathy song of surprise and ecstasy. Her face was also a sight to see, as her body, tense with anxiety minutes ago, was now pliant, thrashing with sensation.
Her toes curled, and her hips lifted slightly off the bed.
"I’m... I’m going to...." she choked out, not knowing what was going on with her.
Reinhardt backed off, letting the urgency subside just a fraction. He didn’t let her climax yet.
He wanted her first orgasm to be a wave, not a crash.
After a few seconds of pause, he attacked her pussy again. His tongue dancing over her clitoris, his lips kissing her inner folds.
He inserted a finger, slowly, just one, into her entrance. She was tight, but slick, and she welcomed it with a deep groan.
He pumped it slowly, shallowly, while his mouth worked above.
Schlik... Schlok... The combination was too much. Especially for Eleanor, who was experiencing all of this for the first time.
Her orgasm broke over her like a sudden, warm tide. Even for Reinhardt, who was closest to her, it was a beautiful sight to see.
Eleanor squinting her eyes close, her back arching in a rainbow arch, her breasts propping up, the beautiful flatline of her stomach, her long legs locking him down and her quivering pink petals.
If he were a master painter, then the scene would be his Monalisa.
"Uhhng...Anng... Aaahn... R-Reinhardt, something is coming out".
Eleanor’s body tensed in a profound welling release. A long, shuddering moan poured from her lips.
Her hips lifted, held in his grip, and trembled violently. Reinhardt felt her pussy clamp around his finger, in a squirmy, pulsing grip.
He kept his mouth on her, gentling his touch as she peaked.
A glittering jet of liquid squirted out. Some of it was drank by Reinhardt, some fell on the bed.
Huff... Huff... After the orgasm subsided, Eleanor collapsed back onto the bed, breathing in ragged, open mouthed gasps.
Her eyes were wide and unfocused, but amazed.
"That... was...." She had no words. This was the first time she felt anything like this. It was so good that she was speechless.
Reinhardt crawled up her body, kissing her stomach, her breast, her neck...
"Beautiful," He slowly whispered in her ears.
Eleanor’s face was tomato red, cute and simply tantalizing. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging again.
"I want... more, I want you..."
Reinhardt nodded. The foreplay and seeing Eleanor’s beautiful reaction had caused his own cock to become rock hard.
He had been patient, gentle, but the sight of her bliss, the feel of her slick heat, had caused the heat to rush to his body.
[Endless Ardor] was ready to rampage.
Reinhardt quickly discarded his pants and shifted between Eleanor’s legs again. But this time, he positioned himself differently.
He leaned over her, his chest against hers, his face above hers. He guided his erection, thick and flushed with need, to her pussy. He held it there, just pressing against her wet, open folds.
"Look at me, Eleanor" Reinhardt called out. "This might hurt a little, it might feel strange at first, but just keep looking at me."
Eleanor’s eyes, hazy with pleasure, focused on his face. She nodded.
The next second, he pushed in. The head of his cock pressed against her tight entrance. She was slick, but virginally tight.
He felt her body resist for a fraction of a second, a natural tension. He didn’t force; he just maintained the pressure there.
"It’s... big... it won’t enter." Eleanor’s eyes were tearful with anxiousness, but she still kept them locked to his.
"Don’t worry, just breathe. When you relax, your body will automatically open for me." Saying that, he pushed another inch slowly. He felt her inner flesh stretch, accommodate him.
"Aahn... Nnnn♥" A soft cry escaped her, but it wasn’t pain. It was sensation, intense, overwhelming, new.
He kept going, millimetre by millimetre, watching her face. Her lips parted, her brows knitted in concentration, then in dawning wonder.
When he was halfway inside her, he paused. He was embedded in her warm pussy, her tightness was clenching around him.
Reinhardt stayed there, letting her adjust, feeling her inner muscles flutter around his shaft.
"Are you okay?" Reinhardt asked, his voice slightly rough from feeling the pleasure himself.
