Chapter 23 The First Orgasm
Sophia's Perspective
We devoured the delicious food on the table ravenously, leaving nothing behind, and the process was extremely satisfying.
I complained to her that the college's course assessment was so strict that it was inhumane, and she also said that Lucas had been busy with part-time jobs and job hunting recently, so the time they spent together had even decreased.
We talk about everything.
I try my best to avoid talking about the Ellis brothers again. Whenever she makes those hair-raising remarks, I always cover my ears tightly.
Fortunately, she didn't blame me for my concealment. Of course, she won't worry excessively about my safety anymore.
According to her, now that I'm protected by the Ellis brothers, Amy can no longer bully me. Maybe by then I'll even be able to find beautiful love.
She began to daydream, indulging in fantasies and unable to extricate herself.
I silently rolled my eyes to the side.
Whether it's Theo or Fabian, I won't expect to develop a relationship with either of them.
My only goal now is to find evidence of my father's innocence, then terminate the slave agreement, and return to a normal life.
As for finding a boyfriend, well... I don't seem to be resistant to it, but that's all for later.
After Olivia left, I didn't plan to return to Ellis Apartment either. Instead, I took a shower and comfortably embraced my long-lost bed.
Soon, I felt sleepy.
The cold sheets gradually grew warm, and every pore on my body relaxed. I murmured, tore off my pajamas, and lay naked against the bed.
" Oh, yes... That's it... Oh, yes, this feels so great... "
My finger gently caressed the right breast , making it hard and erect. As I kneaded it, the pink tip trembled slightly in the air.
That familiar feeling returned to my body, and my underwear began to get wet, which was attributed to the continuous longing within me.
I released my breast, my fingertips slowly moving down, lifted my underwear, and successfully touched a muddy wetland. Driven by the most primitive desire of my body, I found the sensitive clit, slowly caressing, tugging, and tracing circles.
"Oh... my goodness, um..."
The movements of my hands became faster and faster. I straightened my legs, my toes tightened into a perfect arc, and a pleasure like an electric shock instantly swept through my whole body.
"Mmm... Theo, ...fuck me…… "
I suddenly opened my eyes, with my fingertips still inside my underwear, and the fluid gushing out of my pussy had soaked my underwear completely.
Oh my god, what's wrong with me?
How could I... Whose name did I just call?!
As consciousness gradually returned, the hot sweat on my back cooled down, but the desires of my body did not completely subside.
I can only face the reality - I reached orgasm in my dream.
What's even scarier is that I can't believe I actually fantasized about Theo and reached my first orgasm in life.
I rolled over and lay on my stomach on the pillow, burying my face deeply into it.
Oh my god, what just happened? My body is still trembling slightly, and the aftertaste of that never-before-experienced pleasure still lingers in my veins, making me so ashamed that I wish I could find a hole to crawl into.
This feeling is so unfamiliar and terrifying. I've never had such a strong reaction to any man, yet it's precisely towards the one who's the least appropriate.
I picked up the glass on the bedside table and took a big gulp of the cold water in it, trying to quench the desire in my heart with the icy water, but those blushing and heart-pounding images were deeply engraved in my mind like a brand.
At the age of eighteen, my body had already begun to yearn for men, which is why I had wet dreams.
My drowsiness completely vanished without a trace as the orgasm subsided. I tossed and turned in bed, with that absurd dream and the name I shouted at the last moment constantly replaying in my mind.
Theo Ellis.
I tried to convince myself that this was just a natural physiological reaction, and pleasing oneself is, after all, a perfectly normal thing.
Olivia gave me the wrong hint, so my subconscious chose him as the object of fantasy.
Yes, it must be so.
This does not mean that I have any special feelings for him, let alone that I will yield to his tyranny.
I took another shower, forcing myself to calm down, then changed into a clean set of clothes and took a taxi back to Ellis Apartment.
Just as I pushed open the main door, bypassed the dining room, and was about to go upstairs, I ran into Theo coming downstairs.
My heart skipped a beat. It was only six o'clock in the morning, not yet time for class. Had Theo gotten up so early?
His complexion looked rather bad, with faint dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he didn't sleep well last night. In fact, I even suspect he stayed up all night.
What could have troubled him so much? It surely wasn't because of me; most likely, it was that phone call last night.
No matter what happened, the way he looked at me was far from friendly, tinged with a faint gloom, and the air pressure around was so low that it made me feel uncomfortable.
He continued to stare at me, and I instinctively tightened my legs. The orgasm of the morning had not completely faded from my body yet, and the intense pleasure had once caused my lower abdomen to spasm.
Just his looking at me made my panties wet. I know very well that down there is soaking wet.
He walked towards me, and my body's reaction became even more intense.
I could sense that he was really annoyed. Maybe he would continue to settle the old scores from yesterday, or punish me for being caught staying out all night.
The moisture gathering on my underwear told me that I had actually started to look forward to his punishment.
I swallowed hard. Due to the clenching motion, my underwear began to rub against my clit , and his gaze became my stimulant.
Oh my god, I really hate myself like this. I'm completely out of control.
Unexpectedly, he actually ignored me and walked straight into the dining room.
It's so strange that I even felt a cold sense of resistance from him when he passed by me.
I asked him as calmly as possible, "Are you going to have breakfast? I can help."
It's my responsibility.
But he refused me, saying, "No need."
The cold voice echoed in the corridor. The taste of being rejected was too painful for me, and the sense of loss welling up in my heart completely overshadowed my excitement.