Chapter 225: In Mrs Lira 3 (18+)
Her mind raced, this was wrong, so wrong. He was her student, and she was supposed to guide him, not melt under his touch. But it had been so long since she’d felt this, the kind of touch that made her feel alive, wanted. Her husband’s absence, the years of restraint, weighed heavy, and Jae’s hands were unraveling her resolve.
She turned in his arms, unable to resist, her hands hesitating before gripping his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. It was tentative at first, her lips soft against his, but it deepened fast, tongues tangling messy, her moans muffled into his mouth as he kissed back with that calm strength.
The counter dug into her hips, the forgotten bread pushed aside, crumbs scattering on the wood, grounding the moment in the everyday simplicity of her quarters.
Jae guided her away from the counter, his hands firm on her waist, leading her to the low bed across the room. The quilt was soft but slightly rumpled, the room’s herb scent mixing with the faint musk of their closeness. He laid her down gently but with a dominant edge, his fingers untying the sash of her robe with slow, deliberate pulls.
The fabric parted, revealing her shapely body, full breasts, curved hips, soft skin flushed pink from her arousal. She lay back, heart pounding, as he leaned over her, kissing her deeply again, tongues sliding together, her hands clutching his shoulders.
The bed creaked under their weight, a simple sound in the quiet academy evening, the sunlight now a dim glow, casting long shadows over the scrolls on her desk.
His lips left hers, trailing down her jaw, then to her chest, kissing the swell of her breast before taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak, slow and teasing, then sucked harder, teeth grazing lightly to make her gasp.
"Oh... Jae..." she moaned, her voice low but needy, her back arching to press more into his mouth. His hand cupped her other breast, squeezing gently, thumb rubbing the nipple until it stiffened further, the dual sensation making her thighs press together again, her arousal spiking.
This is wrong, but his touch... it’s been so long, she thought, her mind a tangle of guilt and want, her body betraying her with every moan.
Jae switched to her other nipple, kissing it softly before sucking deep, his tongue flicking fast, drawing another moan from her.
"Mmm... yes..." His free hand caressed her inner thighs, fingers tracing the soft skin, spreading her legs wide with a gentle but firm push. Her robe fell open completely, exposing her fully to the warm air, her skin tingling under his gaze.
He kissed down her chest, lingering on her stomach, then lower, his fingers brushing her inner thigh again, teasing closer to her core. Her breath hitched, hands gripping the quilt tight, rumpling it further as she fought the urge to pull him closer. The room felt smaller now, the fading sunlight casting a soft intimacy, the forgotten bread and knife on the counter a distant afterthought.
His fingers finally brushed her entrance, finding her wet, the slickness making her gasp louder, her hips twitching up instinctively. "Jae..." she moaned, the sound breaking in her throat as his touch sent a jolt through her, her arousal now a throbbing need.
Her mind screamed to stop, to remember her role, but her body arched toward him, craving more. His thumb teased her entrance again, circling slow, spreading her wetness, while his other hand kept caressing her thigh, keeping her legs spread.
Jae leaned over her, his kisses trailing from her chest down her stomach, each press of his lips making her breath hitch, her hands gripping the quilt tighter. Her thighs pressed together briefly, arousal pulsing through her, but his hands gently parted them, caressing her inner thighs with slow, deliberate strokes.
She moaned softly, "Jae... oh...," her voice trembling with the conflict of duty and desire, her mind still wrestling with the thought: This is wrong, but his touch... it’s been so long.
Jae shifted down, his lips brushing her stomach, kissing the soft skin just above her navel, then lower, nibbling the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
The gentle bite made her squirm, a louder moan escaping "Mmm... Jae..." her hips twitching up instinctively. His hands held her thighs open, fingers digging gently into the soft flesh, keeping her spread as he lowered his mouth to her core. His tongue flicked along her folds, teasing her entrance, tasting her musky sweetness, warm, slightly tangy, with a hint of something uniquely her.
Her hips bucked up, seeking more, and she moaned again, the sound filling the small room, bouncing off the stone walls and the desk cluttered with scrolls. He licked slow at first, his tongue tracing her folds, lapping up her wetness as her breaths grew ragged. Her breasts heaved with each inhale, full and heavy, nipples still hard from his earlier attention.
Her hands clutched the quilt, fingers twisting the fabric, then one reached down to tangle in his hair, pulling gently as his tongue found her clit. He sucked lightly, lips closing around the sensitive bud, making her gasp, then harder, his tongue circling in tight loops. "Oh... Jae... that feels so good..." she moaned, her voice breaking, her legs trembling against his hands.
He slid one finger inside her, slow and deep, curling it to press against her inner spot, pumping gently while his mouth worked her clit relentlessly, lips sucking, tongue pressing flat for broad strokes, then flicking fast again.
Her body reacted vividly, her breasts bounced slightly with each buck of her hips, her thighs quivering as she tried to stay open for him.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room "Yes... right there..." her hands alternating between gripping his hair and clutching the quilt, knuckles whitening.
Jae added a second finger, thrusting faster, stretching her as he curled them inside, his thumb brushing her clit when his mouth pulled back to lick her folds again.