The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 41: Euphoria

Chapter 41: Euphoria

He held her breasts, his fingers touching her nipples. Bending down, he kissed and nibbled her breasts gently, while his thumbs circled around the tips. He licked her nipple and squeezed her breasts. She moaned and moved under him. He moved to the other breast, lightly biting the tip, and then his hands went down her waist to her hips.

Tracing his hands up her thighs, teasing near her center before going up her stomach, he briefly massaged her breasts. Tipping her head back, closing her eyes, she moaned softly. Her back arched, pushing her breast into his hand. He continued to massage her flesh as his mouth pressed kisses along her stomach.

Gripping her thigh, his thumb hovered close to her center, teasing her. "Remo!" She cried, throwing her head back. "Please!" Moving his thumb closer, but not touching her where she wanted, he growled, "Yes... I want to hear you beg me..." Watching her closely, he waited for her response.

"Please..." She repeated, breathing heavily. "What?" He asked, moving his thumb closer. "Please, touch me!" She begged, trying to feel his hand on her. "My beautiful wife wants my touch, who am I to refuse ..." He chuckled, moving between her legs .

Wide-eyed, she looked at him. He wet his lips, his hungry gaze meeting hers. His deep voice echoed around her. "Damn...you’re so beautiful ... .no words are enough to describe you." Her fingers gripped the sheets, unable to make a sound.

The only sounds were her breaths and heartbeat. "Open your legs, my love. I’m going to touch inside you." She stiffened and closed her eyes.. "Don’t be afraid. Be still for me..." Abby managed a nod as he held onto her hips.

"Relax, darling," he said huskily, kissing her things and cupping her calves to slowly pry her legs apart. "We’ll do this slowly. Don’t be afraid."

She peered through half-opened eyes, catching a glimpse of Remo’s dark head lowering between her elevated knees, and she gasped as his tongue made contact.

"Remo, no," she mumbled incoherently, seizing a handful of his hair and pulling at it.

The sensation of his mouth at her most intimate place left her mortified, yet she couldn’t bear for him to stop.

His hands slipped into the gap between her legs, his palms urging her thighs wider as his warm, moist mouth settled at the entrance, his tongue tracing deliberate, seductive patterns between the folds of flesh.

She believed she was prepared for this, but the overwhelming sensations defied her expectations.

A cry escaped her lips as his tongue delved inside, swirling against the outer walls in an accelerating rhythm.

She covered her mouth with her hands, too embarrassed to let out a sound.

Then his fingers brushed against the swollen lips, his mouth enveloping the sensitive flesh, his tongue tantalizing the over-stimulated area

The pounding of her heart increased. "You’re perfect, darling," he murmured as he slid a finger inside her. "Oh, God!" She practically jumped but he pinned her down. She gripped the sheets as he added another finger, causing a slight burning sensation. "You’re soaking," he breathed.

"Innocent darling," he murmured, his tongue tickling a sensitive place. He continued to stroke her folds slowly, avoiding where she needed him. "What do you think would happen if I kept doing this without stopping..." Abby’s vision blurred. "I-I don’t know," she said faintly.

"Let’s try it, shall we?" Remo replied.

His warm tongue flattened against her clit as his fingers dug into her skin. She whined as he traced patterns against her nerves, gripping the sheets for dear life. His movements became more indulgent, and every muscle in her body spasmed as she felt a tight sensation in her stomach.

The deep sounds coming from him, enjoying her reactions, overwhelmed all her senses. She felt like crying from the tension inside her.

He placed one hand flat on her stomach, while the other moved down, teasing with his fingers before slowly guiding them in, making her cry out.

There were too many feelings at once. The buildup, combined with his expert actions, blurred her vision and sent her into unknown territory.

He pulled back, his dark eyes fixed on her as he sped up his fingers, hitting a spot that made her panic.

"Now that I have gotten a taste of you, I’m addicted. Fuck," he said, sounding intoxicated, his breath against her.

She didn’t know what this feeling was. She had never had orgasms before, but she had read about them. Those books didn’t do it justice . This was magical. It was unfamiliar, and she looked at him with worry and pleasure.

"Remo," she gasped. "What is this? I don’t know—" She closed her eyes, feeling overwhelmed and looked to him for help.

He pressed his hand down on her abdomen, his fingers moving faster, watching her expression intently.

"Don’t worry, just go with it. You’re okay," he said, urging her on, watching his fingers with intensity.

All she could hear was the sound of him and her cries filling the room.

"I can’t wait until I’m buried inside of you. To have you clenched around my cock like this ," he moaned.

She threw her head back, gripping the sheets as pleasure consumed her.

Remo didn’t stop, with her pounding, body quivering, she saw stars and felt fire.

The euphoria radiated through her, and she collapsed on the bed, trying to catch her breath.

She’d never felt such intense pleasure, like a euphoric release of pressure.

Remo withdrew his fingers and kissed her gently, his voice filled with affection and lust.

"How are you feeling right now? Feeling magical?" He pressed a kiss on her forehead after he pulled away.

"Take a minute. Then, I’ll help you up and clean up. You made a bit of a mess, darling. The sheets are soaked."

Her eyes widened in horror. "I did what?"

He gave her a smug smile, smoothing her hair away from her face. "I guess we have discovered you’re a squirter love."

She felt embarrassed. She had never done anything like that before. She had only seen it once in the porn she had watched.

She groaned and covered her face with her hands too embarrassed at the moment to look at him.

He laughed and pried away her hands to look at him, his face warm and lit up. "Being a squirter is a blessing . I don’t mind getting drowned in your juices. Don’t be shy about it. Don’t ever be shy about what happens when you’re with me. We are just getting started."