Chapter 81: Moved On?
The woman was none other than Aurora. Seven years ago, she had suddenly left just as Francis was about to propose to her. Francis had gone through great trouble to find out she'd gone to Valdoria, and when he chased after her, he found her arm-in-arm with another man, laughing happily. Back then, she had said many hurtful things to him, all just to make him stop pursuing her. Francis indeed never came looking for her again, but she knew that all these years, Francis had never gotten over her. He had said he would never fall in love with another woman. In fact, she often heard about Francis's situation from friends. Many women had appeared by his side, but he never stayed with any of them, and he wouldn't allow people around him to mention her name.
Aurora carefully studied Jennifer's features in the photo. Her profile looked pretty good—she seemed gentle and obedient. The person who sent her the photo had specifically emphasized that this was the first time since she left that Francis had celebrated a birthday for a woman, and he'd invited so many friends—it looked like he might be seriously dating her. Had his taste really changed, or was this just a phase? A few months ago, she had called Francis, and his tone back then clearly showed he hadn't gotten over her. He hadn't gotten over her in seven years—how could he have changed his heart in just a few months? Of course - he must be deliberately trying to provoke her, trying to force her to give in. He knew someone would definitely tell her!
Aurora calmed herself down. But she couldn't help worrying—what if he had really moved on? What if, to deal with his family pressuring him to get married, he was rushing to find a woman to marry and have children with? She couldn't stay here anymore. She had to go back.
Meanwhile, at Francis's apartment, he was carrying Jennifer and placing her on the sofa. Jennifer, her eyes hazy with alcohol, wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, "Are we home?"
"Yes." Francis glanced at her chest, which was showing a pink flush from the alcohol, and his breathing grew heavier.
Jennifer, completely oblivious to the change in atmosphere, kept her arms around his neck and said in his ear, "Thank you for today. Not for celebrating my birthday, and not for the expensive gift, but for respecting and supporting my career." Even though Francis might not think much of this little career of hers, his word could really help her.
The fragrance from Jennifer's body, intensified by the alcohol, enveloped his nose and mouth. Francis gave in to instinct and bit her, nibbling gently on her chest. "Then repay me properly."
Jennifer cried out, covering her chest with one hand, her voice confused. "Why are you biting me?"
"I'm not just going to bite you, I'm going to devour you." Francis undid her shoulder straps and peeled the dress downward until her full, rosy nipples were exposed. The dress was form-fitting, so she wasn't wearing a bra. Her poor nipples, compressed for so long, sprang free. Francis curved his lips into a smile, took the left one in his mouth, and sucked—there was a faint milky scent.
Jennifer couldn't help tilting her head back and moaning, her chest unconsciously pushing forward as if actively offering itself to his mouth. Both were still dressed, only Jennifer's chest was mostly exposed, yet the scene was more obscene and enticing than complete nakedness. Francis narrowed his eyes, watching her gradually intoxicated expression as one hand slowly moved under her skirt. The lining of the skirt was soft, but the thin gauze covering it occasionally rubbed against her sensitive spots, making her gasp from time to time.
Francis loved hearing her suppressed yet uncontrollable moans. He deliberately caught a piece of gauze between his fingers to press and rub her clitoris, stimulating her until her vaginal opening began to tremble. Then he pressed the lining against her labia, rubbing and wiping, and mockingly asked what to do if he couldn't get it clean. This made Jennifer bite down hard on his shoulder. The pain made Francis's fingers thrust forward, penetrating her. Jennifer let out a moan and released her bite, collapsing against his shoulder and panting.
Her drunkenness had faded, but Francis had fully aroused her desire. Her lower body was wet and muddy, sucking at his fingers, while her upper body pressed tightly against Francis's body, writhing. Jennifer bit her lower lip lightly and began silently undressing Francis. His shirt buttons were so hard they hurt her nipples—she wanted direct contact with his skin.
Feeling Jennifer's initiative, Francis chuckled softly and withdrew his fingers first, cooperating by removing his shirt. Then, holding her slim waist, he pushed her skirt up and thrust his right leg directly between her thighs. Jennifer rubbed against his thigh, and the fluids from her vagina immediately soaked his pants. Only then did he unzip and release his penis, rubbing it against her vaginal opening. Though lost in passion, Jennifer still reached down to block him, her voice breaking as she said, "No, use protection."
Francis held her and turned to open the coffee table drawer, only to find the box of condoms was empty—the rest were in the bedroom. Stopping now to go to the bedroom would kill the mood, so he bit Jennifer's earlobe and coaxed her, "We're out. You're in your safe period, right? Once won't matter."
Jennifer calculated—her period had always been regular, and her next one was in a week, so it was indeed her safe period. Plus, with Francis looking so passionate and urging her, his penis circling and probing at her vaginal opening, she softened. Closing her eyes, she said quietly, "Okay, just today, not again!" Before she finished speaking, Francis couldn't wait and pushed inside. The full, stretching sensation made her cry out.
The familiar warmth, wetness, and tight embrace inside also made Francis sigh with satisfaction, "Amazing!" The sensation without a condom was even clearer. He could barely hear what Jennifer was saying, just randomly kissing her face and chest, thrusting energetically inside her body, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
More and more fluid flowed from Jennifer's lower body, soaking the dress beneath her. Francis suddenly increased his speed, grinding until Jennifer cried out, "No, slower, slow down!" But he didn't listen at all, deliberately saying, "You want me to go deeper and faster?" As he asked, he thrust frantically, leaving Jennifer completely unable to answer, driving her straight to the peak of desire. Jennifer felt her mind go blank, her lower body convulsing. But Francis hadn't stopped—he hadn't even slowed down, instead becoming more excited as he enjoyed the feeling of her vagina convulsing and trying to push him out.
Finally, Jennifer squirted. Hot fluid sprayed from deep in her vagina. The psychological and physical satisfaction finally brought Francis to climax, too, and he came inside her with satisfaction. Their fluids mixed together, making Jennifer's lower abdomen slightly bulge. She was almost completely spent, her voice hoarse as she said, "Out, get out." Francis held her and kissed her before reluctantly pulling out. Thick fluid slowly flowed out, seeping through the thin skirt and soaking the sofa.
Though they had done this many times, this time Francis felt something different.