[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.]
"You didn't promise we wouldn't touch each other, right? Let's do some research, shall we? Else, we will have to wait for years until we're legal to get married. I'm not that patient."
Maxen was rendered speechless at Cosette's remarks. Did she ask him what he promised to Conrad to find a loophole? At this point, the answer didn't matter to him anymore. His eyes fell on his hand that was touching her breast.
"Yes," he whispered, snapping his eyes up to look back at her. "Just no penetration."
Cosette smiled. "So this is not a problem now?" she asked, pressing his hand against her bosom.
"Maybe…?" he shrugged, cupping her bosom voluntarily as if to feel the size of it. "Touching you is not a problem. But will you be fine…?"
"About?" Cosette held her breath as she carefully let go of his hand. Maxen didn't fondle her breast as expected, but withdrew his hand, only to reach for the first button of her nightwear.
He raised his other hand, meticulously unbuttoning her top. "Touching me," he clarified under his breath, eyes on his fingers that were on her top.
Maxen was easy to convince. Or rather, he had always thought of pleasure with no penetration but had to remind himself it would be too pretentious of him to propose that. But now that Cosette thought the same, the last straw broke apart like a twig.
"Well…" Cosette pursed her lips, allowing him to unbutton her top while playing hard to get. She didn't want to shamelessly grab his groin and stroke it. That might horrify him more than what she intended.
"If you're fine with it, then I don't mind. I mean, I'm also curious…" her eyes fell on his thigh, and then gulped. She knew how big he was; they had a good time together as adults. Also, the last time, she had felt him.
Maxen paused, staring at the laced bra as he was already halfway. He held his breath, proceeding in unbuttoning the rest. When he undid the last one, he gulped as he could see the laced bra and her milky white skin underneath the top.
"Let's take it off," he blurted out under his breath, and before she could even agree, he already slid his fingertips on her shoulder. He carefully pulled it down until she was only in her bra and pajama.
When he raised his head to check her face, Cosette looked away. But he could see the redness on her cheek, taking it as her being shy. Little did he know, Cosette was far more confident in standing bare in front of him. If not for Maxen, she would've come into his room wearing just a robe and nothing inside.
But the reason she looked away was to hide how thirsty she looked.
Cosette flinched when Maxen bent over, planting a kiss on her shoulder. She instinctively looked back at him, only to feel his teeth graze her skin. Maxen bit the strap of her bra, pulling it off her shoulders.
Once the strap of her bra slid over her shoulder, he ran the apex of his nose across it. Cosette had to bite her lips, clutching his shoulder on instinct, feeling his lips place traces of kisses from her shoulder blades to the side of her neck.
As he trailed kisses on her shoulder, his other hand carefully wrapped around her. His hand then crawled up her spine, stopping on the hook of her bra.
"Max," she whispered, getting impatient as he seemed to have struggled to unhook her bra. But just when she was about to volunteer to take it off herself, her bosom was set free.
His lips traced her neck, biting it tenderly, and then kissing it as if to appease her if he hurt her. Cossette stretched her neck slightly, taking off her bra through her arms.
"Max —" Cosette abruptly stopped when his lips suddenly smashed against hers. Her eyes dilated once again, letting his tongue slip in between her lips. She glanced at him, only to see him looking back at her with eyes partially opened.
She stiffened the moment she locked eyes with him, holding her breath. Right now, she seemed to have seen the Maxen Devilsin she was so familiar with. That man, the older version of Maxen, had this habit of keeping his eyes partially open to observe her.
Who would have thought the young version of him would also have that same habit?
Her eyes softened before she closed them ever so slowly, indulging in the aggressiveness of his kiss and the softness of his lips. Her body involuntarily shuddered as his arm secured her body, guiding her down until her back was on the mattress again.
Keeping his lips on her, moving them slowly to savor the sweetness of her lips, his tongue took hers for a dance. As they get lost in a passionate kiss, Maxen's other hand fondled her bosom.
"Don't regret this," he whispered into her mouth, knowing he would suck every inch of her tonight. After all, no one had ever come to his room ever since he came in here unless it was something important. So, he was confident no one would interrupt them.
"Never," she answered under her breath, letting his knee part her legs open. However, Cosette took advantage of the gap between their bodies as she slid her hand down. She felt his manhood making him freeze.
Cosette grinned against his lips. "Max, you're big," she quipped, only to receive a mild bite from him.
"Ouch," she whimpered, only to get a kiss from him.
"Stop teasing me," he breathed out, planting another kiss on her lips. But he didn't tell her to keep her hands off of his private zone. Despite the fabric in between his manhood and her palm, he could feel how hot her touch was.
"I'm not teasing you. I'm complimenting you," she complained, feeling his shaft carefully. Her eyelids drooped dangerously as she stroked it, causing him to rest his forehead against her.
"I want to see it," she requested without any trace of shame, lifting her face to plant a soft and quick peck on his lips. As she did so, she mischievously slipped her hand underneath his pants. Maxen hovered over her stiffly, clenching his teeth the second her fingers grazed his manhood with nothing in between.
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