AWWEWNR Chapter 48 🔞

Shia’s tongue dug deep into Hanaella’s mouth, even as he spurted his seed. Hanaella’s hand and Shia’s hand were smeared with his load. 

 

When she strained to withdraw her hand, Shia gasped and pulled away from the lips that had thrust against his.

 

Hanaella lifted her head and looked up at Shia. Her eyelashes were colored with wetness, and she felt damp underneath, even though she had only helped him finish off arousal. 

 

Realizing that she needed to get cleaned up quickly, Hanaella told Shia, who was still breathing heavily from the effects of his release, that it was time for him to clean himself up.

 

Shia picked up a bath cloth from the floor, rinsed it off with water, and then began to wash Hanaella’s body with lather. 

 

After thoroughly bathing her shoulders, arms, collarbones, and underarms, he moved on to her breasts.

 

The thumb of the hand that was applying the foam to her breast grazed her nipple, either accidentally or on purpose. 

 

For a brief, intense moment of pleasure, Hanaella’s hand gripped Shia’s arm. Her legs weren’t exactly weak, but she felt like she needed something to hold onto.

 

It felt like he should be moving down, but for some reason, he lingered on her chest. His thumb brushed against her buds with increasing intensity and frequency. 

 

Having never touched a woman’s breasts before, he understood that the temptation would be hard to resist. 

 

But right now, Hanaella was impatient herself. She feels damp beneath and wants to get cleaned up and back to bed. 

 

‘So please hurry up and finish.’

 

Hanaella grabs Shia’s wrist, which struggles to move down from her chest, and gently guides it down to her navel. 

 

Embarrassed, Shia rubbed her stomach and swallowed hard.

 

What Hanaella hadn’t realized was that Shia had just gotten a mountain. For Shia, there was a bigger mountain to climb than her breasts. 

 

The hands had been playing with her breasts because, as intriguing as they were, he hadn’t yet worked up the courage to reach down there.

 

Now that he had been forced down there, and his body was growing cold, he couldn’t put it off much longer. 

 

Shia squeezed his eyes shut and slipped his hand between Hanaella’s lush folds and into her nether regions.

 

Unlike when he’d flicked his thumb across her buds, he was purely focused on getting the foam down. 

 

There was a moment of hesitation as he slid the cloth between her crack, but he cleared it with ease and moved down to her legs.

 

Once the arduous process of lathering Hanaella’s body was complete, washing her hair and rinsing her head and body with water was a breeze. 

 

As skillfully as the maids who assisted her in the bath, he wiped her body and hair off with a dry towel.

 

Hanaella grabbed Shia’s hand as he dried her hair with a towel, and told him to get cleaned up and walked out of the bathroom. 

 

As she sat on the bed and dried her wet hair with a towel. 

 

She remembered the scenes in the book where the women would wash themselves or have their husbands wash them when they were having intimate relations with their partners, and decided that she should learn how to wash herself. 

 

Although Shia was used to washing himself, she realized that Lloyd would never be able to wash her body like Shia.

 

So I don’t know why Lloyd came to mind in this situation, but I was definitely looking forward to doing things with him in the future. 

 

It’s a completely different feeling from Shia, who doesn’t know anything and I have to teach him, and we’re learning together.

 

“…I’m done.”

 

While Hanaella was thinking of Lloyd while drying her hair, which she couldn’t dry by herself, Shia appeared in front of her, with wet silver hair that looked exceptionally sexy. 

 

Hanaella reached out toward him. 

 

Running her fingers through his wet hair a couple of times, he caught her hand and brought her palm to his lips.

 

Puck— 

 

As they kissed lightly, Hanaella reached out and tapped her index finger against his lips. He opened his mouth instinctively, and as if waiting, her finger slipped in. 

 

A slippery, plump tongue touched. Hanaella ran her index finger over the hot, slippery tongue, then raised her nails to scratch it lightly.

 

Seeing his mouth open and his eyes languidly staring down, I slipped my middle finger into his gaping mouth, and before he could react, stuck his tongue between my index and middle finger and tugged lightly.

 

Embarrassment mixed with excitement made Shia’s face flush as she began to gently rub her thumb over the slippery, plump tongue that was sticking out. 

 

It was a cute feeling. Somehow, doing this with Shia made her feel like she had the upper hand. 

 

Maybe that’s why. Daring to stick out her tongue and lick his tongue with her own.

 

Shia’s self-control broke down at once at Hanaella’s sudden action, and he collapsed on top of her in a heaving embrace.

 

Without measuring the angle, Hanaella fell to the middle of the bed and brought her free hand, which had been holding Shia’s tongue, to his pointed buds. 

 

While he smeared the saliva from his fingers onto the nipple, Shia clumsily pressed kisses to Hanaella’s neck and collarbone. 

 

Hanaella didn’t hate the tickle, but she pushed weakly against Shia’s chest pecs, knowing that she had to deal with the dampness underneath first.

 

“I want it in now.”

 

Hanaella’s whisper sent a hair-raising sensation down Shia’s neck and back to his toes. 

 

The sensation of this pleasure when he hadn’t even entered her yet made him wonder if this was something Thomas did almost every day.

 

Shia took his erection in his hands and pressed it against Hanaella’s opening, who was kindly spreading her legs. 

 

But the glans didn’t want to enter her opening and slid sideways instead. 

 

After a couple of repetitions, Shia’s face stiffened. His confidence was slipping as he realized this wasn’t going as well as he thought.

 

He timidly attached his glans to her clit and then removed it.

 

Hanaella then shoved Shia’s chest pecs to pull herself up, then pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. 

 

Now that they were in the same position they’d been in when they signed the contract, Shia felt a mixture of excitement and ambivalence.

 

Once on top, Hanaella grabbed the shaft and rubbed it against her slit a couple of times before finding the right spot and sliding it in once and for all, a low moan escaped her lips.

 

“Ugh—”

 

Hanaella spat out a sharp groan at the sensations penetrating her body and lifted her head upward.

 

“Ahhh!”

 

Shia instinctively tightened his grip on Hanaella’s spread thighs, and Hanaella slowly lifted her hips, then slowly lowered them.

 

“Hah…”

 

“Aaah…”

 

As Hanaella pressed her thighs together again to lift her waist, the hands on her thighs moved to her waist. 

 

Straining against the hand holding her waist to keep her from sliding down, Shia swallowed hard as he lifted his head slightly to look at the length of his cock.

 

It was then that he lost his grip on reason. 

 

Shia began to move his hips of his own accord, tightening his grip on Hanaella’s waist, and Hanaella’s body began to wobble, held upright by Shia’s hard, fast thrusts. 

 

Her chest, neither too big nor too small, heaved with the pounding.

 

The harder he thrust, the more the lining of her confining walls threatened to make him come quickly. 

 

But he gritted his teeth and held on. Even though he wasn’t used to it, he knew how unfortunate it was to come prematurely.

 

With barely enough control to keep himself from climaxing, Shia pulled his manhood out of Hanaella’s body. 

 

Then he pushed himself up and switched positions with Hanaella.

 

With a gulp of air that felt like it wasn’t enough, he brought the hand holding his erection to the front of Hanaella’s opening. 

 

He concentrated as hard as he could and pushed his glans into her folds. 

 

The corners of Shia’s mouth curved gently at the sight of the glans, which, despite his worries, found its way in at once.

 

Hanaella couldn’t help but giggle at Shia’s behavior. It’s cute, or should I say, adorable. 

 

He’s obviously clumsier than he should be, but he tries very hard not to show it.

 

And when she sees him swaying his hips so skillfully, she forgets that she’s in the position of teaching him.