Chapter 273 Trying My Best to Make Her Cum

Chapter 273 Trying My Best to Make Her Cum

This wasn't the first time.

Last time at her place, she had kissed his cheek. That kiss was so light, like a petal falling on water—barely any weight at all, yet it sent ripples spreading through his heart.

This time was different. Her lips pressed against his, warm, soft, with a hint of saltiness.

Joseph's body tensed up at first, then he was like a wall finally pushed over. All his self-control, all his waiting, all those reasons about "it's not the right time yet"—everything collapsed in that instant.

He reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Her body pressed against his. Through two thin layers of clothing, they could both feel each other's body heat rising quickly.

His hand slid from her waist to her back, then from her back to her shoulder blades. His fingertips traced over her skin through the fabric, as if drawing burning trails across it.

She wore a very thin sweater, so thin he could almost feel the shape of her shoulder blades through the fabric. That shape rose and fell slightly under his palm, like a pair of wings not yet unfolded.

Joseph picked her up. Almost instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

They stumbled toward the blanket. He knelt down and laid her on it.

The glass enclosure on the rooftop kept the night wind out. The air inside was warm, warm enough to feel like a different season.

Moonlight poured through the transparent dome, falling on her pale face, on her scattered hair, and on the slightly open collar of her shirt.

Her sweater was pushed up, revealing her stomach. That small patch of skin was smooth and flat, rising and falling gently with her quick breathing.

His fingers slid upward from her waist, his fingertips pausing on her lowest rib, as if listening to her heartbeat in that one spot.

Her heartbeat was fast, just like his.

Joseph had been feeling anxious lately. He had witnessed firsthand how the Benjamin from the previous life had regretted, how he had gradually lost control and gone mad.

Benjamin had indeed done many things for Jessica, even after her death.

After all, they had been husband and wife, and they had once had a child together.

Joseph couldn't help thinking about these things. Even though the possibility was tiny, he still couldn't suppress that fear in his heart.

He was afraid that Benjamin had already received Jessica's forgiveness.

He lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.

That kiss had warmth, very slow, with a careful focus, as if tasting something very precious.

His lips moved from her collarbone to the hollow of her shoulder, from there to the side of her neck, and then all the way to her earlobe.

She closed her eyes, her lashes trembling slightly. Every place his lips and fingers passed felt like it had been set on fire—her skin became burning hot and tingly, with a feeling that was hard to describe. Like someone who had been thirsty for a long time finally getting water, that satisfaction coming from deep within the body.

She reached out to unbutton his shirt.

First button, second button, third button.

The buttons were small, her fingers were shaking, and it took her a long time to undo just two.

Joseph didn't rush her. He just lowered his head again, kissed her lips, and gently drew her attention away from her hands.

His hand slid down from her waist, over her stomach, over her hip bone, all the way to the button of her jeans.

He undid that button easily.

His fingers moved smoothly and skillfully—such movements seemed especially natural on him.

In the brief moment when their lips separated, Jessica let out a very soft gasp. It was her body's own response.

That gasp was like a key, unlocking a door that had been tightly shut inside Joseph.

His kiss became deeper, heavier, and stopped being reasonable.

His lips slid from the corner of her mouth to her jaw, from her jaw to behind her ear, and from behind her ear to the delicate skin below her collarbone.

He stopped there, the tip of his nose against the curve of her collarbone, his breathing hot and urgent.

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting the fabric slide to the side.

His hand slipped inside the edge of her jeans, his fingertips touching skin that was burning, smooth, and already slightly damp.

Her body flinched—not pulling away, but an instinctive reaction, like someone suddenly touching a sensitive and unfamiliar place.

He stopped, lifted his head, and looked into her eyes.

There was a gleam of tears in those eyes, not from sadness, but because her emotions were too full, so full they couldn't be contained and could only spill over the edges.

"Is this okay?" His voice was a bit hoarse.

Jessica didn't answer. He could feel her breath on his face.

She reached out, hooked her hand around his neck, and pulled him toward her, giving him her answer with this action.

Her lips pressed against the side of his neck. She could feel his Adam's apple moving under her lips, could feel the slight tremor when he swallowed, and could feel his body tensing above her, like a string pulled to its limit.

Joseph's fingers were shaking badly, but he still focused on rubbing Jessica's clitoris.

He remembered what her first time had been like. He hoped he could give her more pleasure.

His quick, rhythmic movements made Jessica moan softly.

She wrapped her arms around Joseph's head, pulling him closer to her chest, as if this could ease that strange and intense feeling.

Joseph nuzzled aside the fabric on her chest with his cheek and leaned down to lick her pale breasts.

Her breasts bounced lightly the moment they were freed, pressing against Joseph's face. He took one nipple in his mouth, his tongue gently circling that sensitive spot.

With his mouth on her breasts and his hand working between her legs, Jessica came quickly.

Her waist trembled lightly on the blanket, her breathing completely losing its rhythm.

Joseph brought his fingers, wet with her fluids, to her slightly parted lips, letting her taste a bit, then kissed her with a smile as she glared at him.

He kissed her lips boldly, stirring her tongue, while pressing his painfully swollen cock against Jessica's slick entrance.

When he entered, she let out a muffled sound, her lips biting into his shoulder, her teeth pressing into his skin, leaving a shallow bite mark there.

He stopped there without continuing, giving her time to adjust.

She could feel him trembling slightly. He was also trying to control himself.

This was his first time too.

"Joseph," she called him, her voice very soft.

Joseph pressed a brief, apologetic kiss near her lips. "Does it hurt?"

"Move," Jessica's cheeks were burning red. She urged him, a bit embarrassed.

He moved.

His movements were slow at first, gentle, as if carefully handling something very precious and easily hurt.

But the body's desire was more honest than reason. Soon, gentleness alone wasn't enough.

His rhythm changed from slow to urgent, from gentle to intense, as if using each thrust to fill in the wasted time, those stolen days that could never come back.

Her hands gripped his back, her nails leaving red scratches on his skin.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her toes curling. Her body arched up with each of his forceful thrusts, and she almost unconsciously moved to meet him.

Moonlight fell on both of them. His back was very pale, almost reflecting light in this illumination, covered with tiny scars. Some had faded until they were barely visible, some were still new, a light pink color, looking like thin lines not yet fully healed.

Her fingers slowly traced along those scars, from his shoulders all the way to his waist, then from his waist to the center of his spine.

This action only further stirred the desire in his body. His breathing became heavier, his movements more forceful.