Rafael’s intense gaze as he made her feel this way only heightened her sensitivity, making her acutely aware of the sensations coursing through her body.
And perhaps, the female lead’s emotions had already started affecting her. She didn’t dislike the sensation Rafael was evoking; in fact, she found herself enjoying it, her blood simring with excitent and anticipation. Yet, it felt distinct from what Leo stirred within her; with Leo, she felt a deeper connection, not just physical but also spiritual.
And right now, she couldn’t think clearly anymore as her body scread in pleasure, overpowering her logical side. Ever since the incident with Leo, she felt sothing within her had been awakened, or perhaps it was the experience itself that had opened her eyes to the bliss of womanhood, even if only partially. That euphoria had a profound effect on her psyche.
It was sothing she could still rember vividly in her dreams last night.
She fought to suppress a gasp or moan as Rafael’s fingers glided along her thigh, their touch both firm and deliberate. His hand then slid to the curve of her hip, where he applied gentle pressure in a rhythmic, almost lodic motion. Moving closer, Rafael lifted Hera’s left leg onto his right shoulder as he completely knelt before her. With one hand caressing her thigh and the other tracing the contour of her waist down to her pelvis, he watched intently as she squird in response.
His eyes darkened as Hera let out a suppressed moan, biting her lip as her eyes fluttered. Rafael then gave her a gentle peck on the inside of her thigh through her slack. The touch sent electricity coursing through her body, making her feel breathless and her heart race.
His small kisses traveled slowly, inching closer to Hera’s sensitive spot, while his left hand gently massaged the contours of her groin. His face hovered just inches away, his eyes locked onto Hera’s the entire ti.
As anticipation grew inside her, she felt her rationality slip away. Rafael kissed the corner of Hera’s groin and lightly bit it, prompting her to reach for his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as a moan escaped her lips. Rafael didn’t stop there; his left hand found the outer edge of her sensitive folds and gently rubbed it, causing Hera to grip his hair tightly.
Rafael groaned huskily as he bit closer to Hera’s sensitive spot, causing her to gasp loudly. His left hand slid down to her pussy through her slacks, teasing her gently with strokes that elicited another intense reaction from Hera. At that mont, her rationality flickered like a broken switch.
Now, Rafael’s face hovered close to Hera’s pussy, his intense gaze fixed on her like a hawk eyeing its prey. His nose brushed against her clitoris through her slacks, montarily causing Hera’s mind to go blank for a second as she felt a fizzle in her brain. A surge of pleasure rippled through her body at the contact.
Rafael then audibly sniffed as he buried his face between her thighs, using his teeth to gently graze Hera’s clitoris and folds. "Ah!" Her rationality flickered once more, caught in a struggle between body and mind.
Rafael tightly gripped her left leg resting on his shoulder as he buried his face in her groin. His left hand began to fumble with her slacks, but it was when Rafael’s impatient fingers reached for the button that Hera’s rationality flickered once more. Instantly, she reached out and locked eyes with him. Her breathing was ragged, and her face flushed with arousal.
"Rafael, what do you want?" she asked between pants.
"You," he answered, his face still partially buried, sending vibrations to Hera’s sensitive spot. The intense sensation almost made her moan again; she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw tightly to stifle it.
"You did this intentionally, didn’t you?" Hera accused, anger bubbling inside her.
"No," Rafael answered, his gaze still hungry for her.
"Don’t lie!" Hera said through gritted teeth as she struggled to prop herself up.
"I’m not lying. I genuinely wanted to help massage your feet because I saw how tired you were," Rafael replied honestly, unmoving from his position.
Hera felt her face flush with embarrassnt, acutely aware of their awkward position as they conversed. Rafael, however, seed unconcerned, eager to resu his exploration between her thighs. As he leaned down again, Hera hastily reached out to stop him, but her awkward seating prevented her from doing so effectively. Instead, she grabbed his hair and inadvertently pulled him closer, urging him to bury his face once more. She heard him chuckle softly, and he did another sniff, his sniff resembling that of a playful dog.
Hera felt her face burning with embarrassnt, her cheeks turning crimson from her ears to her neck. "Are you a dog?!" she snapped angrily, her body trembling slightly as she tried to ignore the sensation.
"You sll amazing, like sweet vanilla," Rafael replied, his eyes barely visible between her thighs, but crinkling with delight.
Hera hit him in the head. "Didn’t you say that you have sothing to say? Say it!" Hera almost shouted while she buckled her thighs to prevent Rafael from moving, since he didn’t want to get away, she would rather squeeze his brain out while he was inches away from her groin.
"Are you angry?" Rafael asked.
"What do you think?" Hera snapped, feeling her own arousal which only added to her embarrassnt, especially when she caught Rafael’s aningful gaze directed at her, his smirk playing at his lips as he glanced at her sensitive spot through her slacks. He didn’t press his luck any further and relented.
"Alright, I’ll let go. You can release now, or my cock won’t stop trying to escape my pants if we stay like this," he joked lightly, though his eyes held a serious intensity.
Hearing his words and the aning behind them, Hera imdiately let him go and tried to sit up straight. Rafael also slowly stood up from his position, dusted his knees, and adjusted his pants. Hera could see his cock bulging from his pants showing its contours, he slightly turned around and tried to fix it in a more comfortable position but it was still making him feel uncomfortable, Hera only smirked on the side since it was his own doing that he was feeling uncomfortable.
But judging by what she could discern from the contours, his size seed comparable to Leo’s. Realizing where her thoughts were drifting, Hera hung her head low, her face turning as red as a tomato. She pinched her thigh to snap herself out of her own imagination.
She wrestled with her emotions and tried to gather her thoughts. When she glanced back at him, she appeared composed again, but Rafael’s bulge in his pants persisted, indicating he hadn’t subdued his desire. Despite this, his expression remained serious.
Rafael took a couple of deep breaths before turning to Hera with a serious expression. "Firstly, I want to apologize to you," he began sincerely. "Before you misunderstand my intentions, let clarify. I’ve thought deeply about everything you said and had an epiphany. You were right to feel angry and to think what you did. I failed in my duty as an older brother to guide my sister and correct her mistake. I hope it’s not too late for to make ands."
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