Chapter 251: Seraphina’s Compensation Part 2 (R-18)

The question hung in the air, sharp and electric, daring him to act. Adrian's chair scraped against the floor as he stood, his body moving almost instinctively toward her.

His heart pounded in his ears, a deafening rhythm that drowned out everything else. He took one step, then another, closing the distance between them with a hunger he could no longer suppress.

But before he could reach her, Seraphina extended one leg, her bare foot pressing firmly against his chest.

The sudden resistance stopped him in his tracks, and he froze, his eyes widening in surprise. She didn't look away, her gaze holding his with an intensity that made his knees weak.

"Not so fast," she murmured, her voice still soft but laced with command.

"Today, you'll do as I say to compensate for leaving me out, my dear husband." Her tone left no room for argument, and yet there was a teasing glint in her eyes that made his pulse race even faster.

Adrian swallowed hard, his hands twitching at his sides. He wanted to touch her, to feel her beneath him, but the way she looked at him—so confident, so utterly in control—left him mesmerized.

She shifted slightly on the table, her fingers brushing against her own breasts as she cupped them through the fabric of her robe.

The movement drew his attention to the swell of her cleavage, the soft curve of her breasts.

"Cat got your tongue?" she teased, tilting her head again. Her lips parted slightly, and she licked the edge of her bottom lip in a gesture that was both innocent and entirely too suggestive.

Adrian felt his resolve crumble, his need for her overpowering any sense of restraint.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her ankle. Her skin was warm, impossibly soft, and the moment he touched her, she let out a faint sigh, one that sent shivers down his spine.

Encouraged, he wrapped his hand around her ankle, his thumb drawing slow circles against the sensitive spot just above her heel.

Seraphina's breath hitched, and she leaned back slightly on the table, her posture relaxed but undeniably alluring.

One of her arm rested on the table supporting her body, while the other continued to play with her own breasts, her fingers tracing patterns on the swell of her cleavage.

Her robe had fallen open further, revealing more of her legs, the tantalizing dip where her thigh met her hip.

Adrian's grip tightened ever so slightly as he moved his hand upward, his palm sliding along the curve of her calf.

His touch was firm but gentle, savoring every inch of her. When he reached the back of her knee, he paused, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin there.

She let out a soft gasp, her hips shifting subtly in response.

"You're enjoying this," he said, his voice rough with desire. It wasn't a question; he could see it in the way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips parted ever so slightly when his fingertips traced higher.

"Perhaps," she replied, her tone light but her eyes dark with need. "But don't stop now."

His lips curled into a smirk, and he lowered himself to his knees, his hands never leaving her legs.

He pressed a kiss to her ankle, his lips lingering against her skin as if memorizing the feel of her. Then he began to move upward, his mouth following the path his hands had taken.

Each kiss was deliberate, each touch calculated to draw out her reactions. When he reached the back of her knee again, he nipped lightly at the tender skin, earning a sharp intake of breath from her.

Her fingers clenched the fabric of her robe, and he could feel the slight tremor in her legs as he continued his ascent.

By the time his lips brushed against her inner thigh, Seraphina's breathing had turned shallow, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven bursts.

Adrian paused, his face inches from where she wanted him most, and glanced up at her through hooded eyes.

"Keep going," she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with urgency. Her legs quivered beneath his touch, and she shifted again, spreading them slightly in silent invitation.

Seraphina let out a soft moan, her head falling back as she closed her eyes. "That's it," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Just like that."

Encouraged by her response, Adrian grew bolder, his fingers inching higher and higher. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it only served to fuel his desire.

Seraphina's breathing grew more ragged as he reached the edge of her lace panties, and she let out a loud moan as he finally pushed them aside to reveal her wet, glistening pussy.

"Fuck, Adrian," she whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily. "I need you to eat me out now."

Adrian didn't need to be told twice. He leaned in, pressing his face against her warmth as he flicked his tongue against her clit.

Seraphina let out a loud gasp, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she arched her back. "Yes," she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. "Just like that. Don't stop."

Adrian obeyed, his tongue working in quick, deliberate movements. He alternated between broad, sweeping licks and focused flicks against her clit, reveling in the way her body responded to every touch.

He reached up, his hands sliding under her robe to grasp her hips, holding her steady as he devoured her.

Adrian's tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of her wet, velvety folds.

He could feel the ridges of her inner walls, the way they clenched around his tongue as he pushed deeper inside her.

He lapped at her juices, savoring her sweet, musky taste, as he worked his tongue in and out of her.

Seraphina's moans grew louder, more insistent, as he continued his onslaught. She reached down, her fingers twining in his hair as she pulled him closer, urging him on.

With one hand still tangled in his hair, Seraphina brought the other up to her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the fabric of her robe.

Her nipples were hard and sensitive, and she pinched and tugged at them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

As Adrian continued to lick and tease Seraphina's pussy, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tensing as she neared the point of no return.

Adrian's tongue was relentless, exploring every inch of her with a skill that left her breathless. He knew just how to touch her, just how to make her body sing with pleasure.

She could feel the heat building between her legs, the intensity of her arousal growing with every passing second. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Adrian's hair as she pulled him closer, urging him on.

With a low moan, she felt herself cross her legs around his head, locking him in place as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the feeling of his tongue against her most sensitive spot sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Adrian's hands tightened on her hips, holding her steady as he continued to devour her. He could feel the way her body was responding to him, the way she was trembling and shaking with every touch.

He could hear the little sounds she was making, the gasps and moans that escaped her lips as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. He loved the way she reacted to him, the way she lost herself in the moment.

As he continued to lick and suck at her clit, Adrian slid one finger inside her, feeling the way her inner walls clenched around him. She was so wet, so ready, and he knew it wouldn't be long before she came.

Seraphina could feel herself getting closer and closer, the tension building in her body like a coil that was about to snap. She could feel Adrian's finger inside her, the way it slid in and out in time with the movements of his tongu