Saving the Villain

[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.]

"I don't want to insert my finger, but I think my tongue is fine… don't you think?"

Cosette pressed her lips into a thin line, surprised at the slight embarrassment creeping into her heart. She looked away, nodding.

"Mhm. It's fine." She flinched when Maxen suddenly held her thigh up, spreading her legs wide open. Her pupils dilated at the embarrassing position, looking back at him with horror. Not that she has never done this position before, but wasn't he too young for this?!

The side of his lips curled up deviously at the reaction he got from her. "I'm more perverted than you thought," he confessed. "I hope you're flexible."

Maxen kept his hands under her thigh, pushing them up until her body nearly formed a C. In his position, he could see her flower better and closer. As a tear leaked out of her folds, he glanced at her flustered face.

Obviously, Cosette was shocked and mortified, but it seemed… she liked it. Deep down, this embarrassing position Maxen just tested to know if it would work aroused her even more. He blinked twice, almost distracted by the sudden thought in his mind.

He mentally shook his head, setting his gaze on the crying flower before him. He had always wanted to devour every inch of her — every inch includes this delectable part.

Maxen licked his lips, lowering his head down to her flower. Cosette let out a short whimper, shuddering as his tongue touched her clitoris. She bit her knuckles, crossing her legs with his hands stilling her thigh up.

'It's sweet,' he thought the second the tip of his tongue touched her enlarged clitoris. His brows elevated, licking her pinkish folds carefully and slowly.

"Ahh…" a soft moan came out of her mouth, clutching the sheet tightly. "Max…"

Her moans and how soft and desperate she called his name were akin to fuel, raising his desire to lick her clean. He played with her clitoris with his tongue, sucking her folds ever so tenderly.

She tasted exquisite, making his groin throb. Oh, how nice would it be to slide his erection inside her cave right now? He might struggle since it would be their first time, but the sheer thought of her tightness around his girth aroused him.

Maxen licked, kissed, and sucked the junction between her thighs. He savored every bit of her until she was writhing on the bed.

Cosette's mouth fell open when the tip of his tongue circled around her entrance. She wanted him so terribly bad, and it frustrates her that he would rather die than break his promise to Conrad.

Maxen carefully slid his tongue inside her entrance, not putting the whole thing in, but just the tip. Slowly getting drunk on the love juices leaking from her, he licked her up.

"Max, I'm almost… almost there," she breathed out heavily, and as soon as she said so, he flicked his tongue against her entrance. Her flower throbbed as she hissed, closing her legs. Cosette's grip on the sheet tightened, muffling her moan with her hand.

Her body shuddered, convulsing as she released the built-up tension in her body. Cosette flinched every three seconds, feeling this thick liquid trickle down to her butt.

Maxen grinned, licking the dripping love nectar up. He let her go, letting her lie limp on her back.

Cosette lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling while catching up on her breathing. She didn't think she would reach orgasm without actual penetration, but she did. Her toes curled, watching Maxen collapse on her side.

"Good?" he asked, propping his temple against his knuckles, eyes on her side profile.

Cosette turned her head and faced him. She raised her arm and rested them on his neck.

"Yes," she smiled bashfully. "It feels addicting."

His eyes softened, seeing the satisfied smile on her flustered face. He raised his other hand to wipe the droplets of sweat from it. His brows rose when she asked.

"What about you?" Cosette blinked, pointing her lips south. "Shouldn't we do something about it? It's unfair if I'm the only one who orgasmed."

Maxen pressed his lips into a thin line and pondered. He looked at her, blinking.

"Let's try like this," he pulled her waist, making her roll to her side. Maxen squeezed her butt cheeks, pulling them closer until he could feel her body against his erection. "I can't put it inside, but I want to feel you."

Cosette pressed her lips, staring into his eyes. While Maxen set his erection free from his pants, he held it in front of her flower. With his hand's guidance, he slid its head against her folds.

He winced as his groin throbbed at the wetness and softness of her flower. Maxen adjusted down, sticking his manhood in between her thigh, feeling her flower on top of his girth.

"No penetration sex… is like a sweet torture," he whispered, cupping her jaw. "We can do everything except that. No matter how wet you are or how hard I am, it's embarrassing that we can only do this."

His eyes drooped, moving his hips back and forth, telling himself to get satisfied fucking her thighs. It was, indeed, embarrassing if he thought about it. But grinding his erection against her folds and feeling her love juices moisten his mast for a smooth stroke didn't feel bad.

Cosette kept her eyes on him. Both of them were lying on their sides, facing each other squarely. If she thought about it, this was an uncomfortable position for him.

"Wait," she blurted out, pushing his shoulder, at the same time raising her leg over him to not hurt his dragon.

Maxen furrowed his brows as he laid flat on his back. But before he could think of anything else, Cosette saddled him. She planted her hand on his chest, eyes on him.

"This is better," she said, resting her flower on his girth. Without a moment's notice, she moved her hips, grinding on him. Her hair fell over her shoulder until her turfs reached his ear.

Maxen raised a hand and tucked a portion of her hair behind her ear, keeping his eyes on her face. His eyes softened, closing them when Cosette bent over to claim his lips whilst moving her hips, her folds stroking his erection until he orgasmed.