Sweet Lips [M]

Note: the chapter with [M] contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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Sebastian closed the gap between them. He hesitated at first, knowing she was drunk. But Irene's temptation was too great, it made him unable to think straight.

On the other side, Irene had already closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss. When their lips met, Irene immediately wrapped her legs around Sebastian's waist to deepen the kiss. 

Sebastian didn't seem to mind as he tried to pull Irene's chin so he could put his tongue in her mouth. Irene was surprised but didn't resist because she felt the kiss wasn't that bad.

The taste of alcohol and lemon candy scattered in her mouth, making them even more addicted to the kiss. Although Irene was not a virgin, she found it difficult to keep up with Sebastian's kiss, which was filled with burning passion.

Irene unconsciously moaned softly as their kiss became more intense. It was only a kiss, but it was more than enough to make Irene's body burn with lust. As she began to run out of breath, she pushed Sebastian's chest to break their kiss.

She was panting, her cheeks as red as a freshly ripened apple, and her red lips plumpier than before. "What do you think, handsome man? How do my lips taste?"

Sebastian rubbed Irene's lips, then put his thumb between her parted lips. "Your lips taste so sweet. Do you want more kisses?"

Irene simply nodded, then moved her face toward Sebastian. As their kiss became heated and uncontrollable, Irene slowly crawled onto Sebastian's lap, making it easier for them to embrace each other.

All of a sudden, Irene felt big hands running down her back, as if Sebastian was trying to feel her spine. His touch made her tingle, but it also sent butterflies into her stomach.

"Miss Russell." Sebastian's deep voice sounded too hypnotic for Irene's ears. "Shall we stop?"

Irene didn't answer his question with words, but she bit his earlobe and let Sebastian's hands slip into her shirt instead. When his cold hands touched her skin, she felt a shiver run down her spine, making Irene straighten her back and lean into Sebastian.

Sebastian kissed her temple before whispering, "I don't know how you can be so naughty, Miss Russell."

Irene suddenly put her index finger in front of Sebastian's lips. She said, "Can you call my name?"

"I've already called your name."

"No, you didn't. Russell is not my name." Irene frowned and bit her lower lip as if she was very reluctant to say the name; even when she was drunk, her hatred for her family was still that great.

"What should I call you then?" Sebastian kissed Irene again, teasing her.

Irene felt attracted to Sebastian's lips and wanted him to kiss her more, to make her forget all her problems. "Irene."

"Irene ..." Sebastian's voice was seductive and deeper than usual, making Irene fall under his charm. "That sounds better."

While Irene was still stunned by Sebastian's voice, she felt his hands move further up, grabbing the clasp of her bra and removing it in an instant.

"May I continue our business here, Irene?" Sebastian kissed her bare shoulder.

"Yes, please," Irene replied without any remorse in her tone.

She didn't know if it was the influence of the alcohol or if she really wanted Sebastian to continue exploring her body, to touch every inch of her skin that was becoming more sensitive.

Sebastian opened her shirt as well as her bra so that he could see Irene's breasts vividly. Her breasts weren't too big, but they weren't too small either, at least they fit perfectly in Sebastian's hands.

Irene moaned softly as Sebastian kneaded her breasts, his slightly rough palms caressing her smooth skin, creating a unique sensation that lulled Irene. Her nipples hardened, especially when Sebastian's fingers skillfully played with her nipples, twisting and sometimes circling Irene's aerolas to make her frustrated.

"Ahh … Mr. Delacr—"

Sebastian cut her off with a kiss. "Say my name."

Irene closed her eyes as Sebastian's tongue ran down her slender neck. "Sebastian ...."

"Yes, say it again darling."

After leaving several love marks on Irene's neck, Sebastian blew warm air over her nipples, making them hard and sensitive. His tongue then swirled around her nipple before finally sucking on it as if he wanted to devour it.

"Ahh! Sebastian!" Irene grabbed Sebastian's hair. She arched her back and felt fluid oozing from her hole. 

She rocked her hips as her honeypot began to twitch. As her hips moved even more wildly, Irene felt something hard poke into her lower body. It felt so large and hard that she could feel the tip of the object enter her hole slightly, even though they were still wearing pants.

Irene's face slowly turned red as she realized that it was Sebastian's manhood. "Are you horny?"

Sebastian laughed, but his laugh sounded like he wanted to tease her, "I see a beautiful half-naked woman in front of me, and you expect me not to be horny? What do you think I am, a priest or something?"

Irene blinked her eyes several times. Her mind was still foggy from the alcohol, but she realized that she had asked a stupid question. "That's not what I mean."

"Then tell me what you're thinking in that beautiful mind of yours," Sebastian asked.

"I'm thinking ..." Irene turned her face away and whispered, "You're too big."

Sebastian was caught off guard because he hadn't expected Irene to be so blunt. "Are you scared?"

Irene covered half of her face with her hand. Her eyes reflected embarrassment, but her actions were the opposite. "Not really. Actually, I wonder what it feels like when you put it inside me."

"Oh, you'll know." 

Sebastian pushed her body until she was lying on the bed. His eyes were fierce and filled with burning passion. After getting her consent, how could he want to stop their business?

He promised himself that he would make sure that Irene wouldn't forget how he tasted so that she would never be satisfied with another man.

While Sebastian was busy kissing her lips, Irene's hands moved to unbutton his shirt. Those slender fingers caressed his body, feeling the hard muscles on his stomach as well as his broad chest. 

Irene gulped as she realized that Sebastian's body was also her ideal type, making her addicted to touching every inch of his body. The smell of alcohol still lingered on her, but Irene could feel her mind beginning to clear up little by little.

Still, she had absolutely no desire to stop Sebastian. After all, she could probably forget all the anxiety and pain in her heart if she had sex with a handsome man like Sebastian.

"Can you pull down our pants now? I'm already so wet," Irene said shamelessly.