Chapter 252: Seraphina’s Compensation Part 3 (R-18)

Adrian's lips moved feverishly against her, his tongue flicking and swirling around her clit with a precision that had Seraphina trembling. Her legs tightened around his head, locking him in place as she let out a low, guttural moan. The pressure inside her coiled tighter and tighter, like a spring ready to snap.

"Oh—fuck, Adrian," she gasped, her voice breaking as her fingers dug into his hair. "I'm so close—don't stop—please, don't stop."

Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against his face as he sucked her clit between his lips, his tongue still working in rapid, relentless strokes.

He added another finger, curling them just right, and Seraphina let out a high-pitched whine as the sensation pushed her over her limit, her body shaking as she came all over Adrian's face.

She cried out, her back arching off the table as pleasure surged through every nerve. Her thighs clamped down harder on Adrian's head, holding him there as she came, her juices flooding his mouth.

Adrian drank her in eagerly, savoring every drop as if it were the most exquisite nectar. His tongue continued to lap at her, drawing out her climax.

When she finally came down from her high, Seraphina collapsed back onto the table, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her robe was a disheveled mess, practically falling off her shoulders, revealing the flushed skin of her chest and stomach.

Her hair was tousled, strands clinging to her damp forehead, and her legs were spread wide, her inner thighs glistening with a mix of sweat and arousal.

Adrian rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he took in the sight of her. She looked utterly debauched, and yet, impossibly erotic.

There was something undeniably primal about seeing her like this—sprawled out, spent, and completely vulnerable. It sent a jolt of heat straight to his already throbbing cock.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail—the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her nipples peeked through the thin fabric of her robe, hard and begging for attention.

Seraphina opened her eyes lazily, meeting his gaze with a dazed smile. "Adrian…" she began, her voice soft and slightly hoarse from crying out.

But before she could finish, he was on top of her, covering her body with his own.

His hands fumbled with the already loose ties of her robe, pulling it open and letting it fall to either side of her.

She lay bare before him, her breasts exposed, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim light. Adrian groaned at the sight, his cock twitching painfully against the confines of his pants.

He wasted no time, lowering his mouth to one breast, capturing her nipple between his lips and sucking hard.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teasing it until it grew even harder. Seraphina let out a sharp gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

"Wait—Adrian, I'm sensitive right now," she said, her voice tinged with both pleasure and protest.

But he didn't listen. Couldn't listen. The taste of her, the feel of her soft skin beneath his hands—it was driving him wild.

His other hand found her free breast, kneading the soft flesh as his mouth continued its assault on her nipple.

He switched sides, giving the other breast the same treatment, his tongue flicking and sucking until she was squirming beneath him.

"Adrian," she whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried to push him away. "Please—it's too much—"

But he wasn't stopping. His need for her was too great, too urgent. His teeth grazed her nipple lightly, and she let out a loud moan, her back arching off the table once more.

He smirked against her skin, satisfied with her reaction, and continued to tease her, alternating between gentle licks and rough sucks.

His hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and hip before slipping between her legs.

She was still wet, her folds slick and swollen from her earlier climax. He pressed two fingers against her entrance, sliding them inside with ease.

Seraphina gasped, her hips lifting instinctively to meet his hand. "Adrian—" she started, but her words were cut off by a moan as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars.

"You're so tight," he growled, his voice rough with need. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her panting.

She reached up, her hands gripping his shoulders as she tried to ground herself. "I can't—Adrian, I can't—" she stammered, her body already trembling on the edge of another orgasm.

But he didn't stop. His mouth returned to her breast, sucking and biting as his fingers worked her relentlessly.

Adrian’s fingers worked her with a rhythm that was both maddening and irresistible. Seraphina’s hips bucked against his hand, her body writhing as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her vision blur.

Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to hold on.

“You feel so good,” Adrian murmured against her ear, his voice low and rough with desire. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“So fucking tight around my fingers. You want more, don’t you, my dear wife? Are you loving my compensation?”

Seraphina nodded frantically, her hands gripping his biceps for dear life. “Yes—yes, I am... loving it...but...Ahh...Ahhh...I... I want more...” she managed to choke out between moans.

As soon as Seraphina begged for more, Adrian's fingers stilled inside her. He pulled them out slowly, his eyes locked on hers as he watched her reaction. Seraphina's face was flushed, her eyes wild with desire, and her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Adrian's gaze never left hers as he stood up and began to undress. He shed his clothes quickly, revealing his chiseled body and his long, hard cock. Seraphina's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her lust surging to new heights.

She couldn't help but stare at his cock, her mouth watering at the thought of it inside her. Adrian's body was a work of art, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moved.

Seraphina's eyes finally met Adrian's, and she saw the desire burning in his gaze. She knew he was waiting for her, waiting for her to ask him to take her.

"Adrian," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please...enter me."

Adrian's eyes flashed with desire, and he moved forward, his cock poised at her entrance. He slid inside her slowly, his eyes locked on hers as he filled her to the hilt.

But instead of moving, Adrian stilled, his cock buried deep inside her. He looked at Seraphina, his eyes burning with desire, and then he reached out and lifted her off the table.