Hands-On Affair

Hannah's cherry red lips looked inviting. She wore a slightly sheer lip gloss, which made them even more enticing. I wondered what they would feel like on my…

She picked up the oil and, through the thin fabric of my underwear, let a drop fall there. Then, she began to move her fingers gently.

A sharp current shot up my spine. The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn't even speak. My mind was completely lost in the pleasurable feeling. I was unable to think at all.

Hannah was touching my most sensitive spot. She pinched lightly with three fingers, almost like she was playing with a marble, flicking it one moment, and rolling it in her palm the next.

Waves of electrifying sensation pulsed through my lower abdomen, rising and falling.

Hannah watched intently. There was a hint of envy and desire in her gaze. That focused look somehow gave her an unexpected, refined charm.

She smiled faintly. "It looks like the treatment is working. You've already recovered about 80%."

I couldn't care less about that. My instincts had already completely taken over. My voice grew hoarse as I groaned, "Hurry. Help me finish."

She stayed calm and smiled. She really understood men. "There's no rush. We're here to help you recover properly. Going too fast might backfire."

I nodded repeatedly, though the heat in my body felt like it was about to consume me.

Suddenly, she stood up and returned with a glass of herbal tea. "Stefan, drink this first. Then, we can continue the treatment."

The bitter smell of the tea hit my nostrils. I had no idea what was in it, but I wasn't in any state to think. I grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.

The bitter tea slid down my throat and settled in my stomach. Afterward, the heat in my lower abdomen grew even stronger. With just a little more stimulation, I would definitely be able to finish.

Then, Hannah took off her heels, followed by her stockings. She climbed onto me, placing the stockings over my face.

Looking at her through the thin fabric only made her seem more alluring. Her scent lingered in the stockings, enough to drive a man wild.

Sitting on my belly, she began rubbing against me. Each motion made my whole body tense. My toes were already curled tightly.

I felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption, just one spark away from blowing.

Then, Hannah leaned down and pressed her red lips against mine. Sexy and heated, her kissing was incredibly skilled. In an instant, I was under her spell.

She shifted again, turning so her back faced me. There was nothing beneath her skirt. Everything was laid bare in front of me.

I buried my face between her legs. Her voice was intoxicating, rising and falling like waves.

Meanwhile, her hands moved with practiced precision, alternating between slow and teasing touches, occasionally brushing me with the tip of her tongue.

It felt like every pore in my body had opened up, and every cell was surging with energy.

Hannah was younger than Alara. Her curves were firm and full. I wanted to lose myself in her completely.

After my eyes had feasted enough, I couldn't hold back anymore. I practically pleaded, "I think I've recovered enough. Let me test the results."

She seemed to understand immediately. Supporting my waist, she lay back on the bed. I braced my hands on either side of her head, like a hungry tiger closing in on its prey.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her lips brushed near my ear. In a soft, seductive whisper, she said, "Don't let Alara find out."

I had been holding back for far too long. Finally, the moment had come.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

She shyly covered her eyes.