Chapter 22: First Hunt, Taboo Romance, & Heart Attack (VI)

But to his amusement, she didn’t stop and took more potion to spread on his abs. She stared at his body like it was a treasure, her breath slowly becoming audible.

That’s it. Sirius decided to stop pretending he didn’t want her like she wanted him. Her interest in him was clear, only stopped by a few doubts.

“Pandora,” he took her name softly and moved one hand to her thin waist, the other holding the back of her hand that was on his chest. He pushed her towards the wall beside the workbench. “Your eyes are ... too charming.”

Pandora looked at him, revealing her desire for what he was doing. She didn’t resist at all this time and allowed him to easily press her against the wall. There was some nervousness, however, feeling her throat going dry.

He noticed her gulps and rounded his arm around her waist before pulling her into his body, pressing her against the wall, and claiming her mouth with his own. He plunged in with his tongue right away, her replies as sensual as his.

No more dry lips or throat. Pandora locked her arms around Sirius’s neck while raising her toes to reach his mouth better. She let the wild man plunder her mouth, loving every bit of it. His scent aroused her to tightness, to dampness.

“I’ll take care of that, love.” Sirius noticed her short stature coming in the way of enjoying the kiss. So he gripped both her round, shapely supple asscheeks and lifted her, sitting her on top of her workbench. Her feet dangling around Sirius, her face now on the same level as his.

She felt sweet in her hot mouth, her tongue smooth and gentle against his rough pushes and tugs. Sirius combed his fingers through her dirty blond hair, making a mess out of it. The other hand gently felt her lean waist with occasional rough squeezes.

But not long after, he focused down, leaving her hair and waist, and caressed both his palms on her legs. Pulling up the hem of her dress, he ravished the milky softness of her flesh. He couldn’t look, but just from the velvet warmth, he knew she was pristine, aristocratic beauty with her own unique wild charms.

The more his fingers squeezed upwards towards the junction of her legs, the more she breathed out into Sirius’ mouth. From her side, the smooches turned so hot and wet, she licked all over his lips, chin, and his neck. As if letting out her suppressed heat in one go. It was her turn to make a mess out of his hair now.

However, Sirius had something else planned. His fingers finally reached the band of her panties, and without waiting, he curved his finger in, pulling them down smoothly. She aided too, raising her hips a little to let him.

Sirius pulled her white panties all the way down and off of her dangling feet. He couldn’t see it, but just as he threw them away, he felt a faint wetness in them. A great sign to which he reacted right away.

“Ah!” Pandora moaned.

Sirius claimed her womanhood with his right hand, feeling the sensation of her well-prepared wetness. Smooth, she was clean and shaved. He couldn’t see it, but knowing her stature, he knew she was tight.

His palm spread on her pelvis, his thumb easily found the little bud of love, her clitoris hot and steaming against his touch. She squirmed, moaning into Sirius’ mouth. But not for long, as he left her mouth and trailed his tongue down her neck.

Her voice was fragile and sweet, and Sirius felt the hunger to hear more of it. So he stepped away and looked down. How beautiful she was there, her legs perfectly sculptured pieces. When he raised her dress to her waist, the sight of her pale, skin-colored slit pulled him in.

“Let’s have a taste of you, shall we?” He said and roughly lifted her legs from under her knees. He made her relax back and let her ass rise, her beautiful, wet petals showcased for him.

Sirius knelt, staying upright on his knees. He placed her scorching thighs around his ears and dug into her nest with his tongue, one hand still stimulating her clit.

“Oh ... D-Don’t do that!” She wriggled and moaned, trying to push Sirius’ mouth away out of embarrassment.

But Sirius ignored her lovely cries and speared her tight lower lips with his tongue. It left him in shock and a hunger for more. How could a woman taste so sweet down there? Pandora was literally sweet.

What sort of experiment did she do on herself? Sirius wondered and ate her pussy like the most delicious watery fruit out there. Her slimy juices coated his nose, his cheeks wet, but the moist sounds from his tongue never stopped.

“Aaaah!” Pandora fell back entirely on the workbench, on her own pushing all the stuff there to the side to make some space. Her legs clamped Sirius’s face too, keeping him locked in.

He didn’t resist her thirst either, enjoying the sounds of this wonderful woman echo in pleasure. His own manhood throbbing in aches, for the first time, he didn’t feel like stopping and shoving himself in her warmth.

Sirius looked up from his place and noticed how red Pandora’s skin had become. The rush of blood all over her skin with the arousal had turned her into a heated furnace of desire.