Kiss Me Not

Chapter 337 You’re Killing Me…*

"Who asked you to stop?"

Berry whispered hungrily against Harry's mouth. She already felt like she was running a high fever with how hot her body was feeling. She had thought that Harry would finally do it when she felt his hand spreading her legs, but to her dismay, she was painfully wrong.

Instead, she realized that he was planning on torturing her… the kind of torture that she was only now experiencing for the first time in her life. His fingers were gentle yet aggressive, meticulously exploring the place between her thighs with each movement. In between kisses, she felt the air getting knocked out of her lungs as he traced her dripping folds, seemingly probing and teasing her relentlessly.

Berry moaned softly as Harry continued savoring the insides of her mouth. He eventually broke the kiss, only for him to continue ravaging her as he peppered her jaw with light kisses and bites.

Harry made her shiver as he whispered, "I like how you're so wet for me, Berry…"

Her eyes widened. She had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from screaming as she felt his fingers slip inside of her aching hole.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" Harry asked with a gravelly tone in his voice.

"Uh-huh."

Berry hummed as she let him do as he pleased. She was pleasantly surprised to see him be so bold and vocal in bed, seeing as he was generally a quiet person. She would compliment him, but it didn't matter to her right now. What mattered was how good everything felt while she was with him.

She no longer suppressed her moans as Harry continued with his slow torture. He moved his fingers in teasing thrusts, gently working her folds before completely removing it. Berry, who was lost in pleasure, frowned at the sudden lack of stimulus. She looked at him in question, only to be shocked to see him sucking up the nectar that now covered his fingers.

"You taste really good," he hoarsely whispered, making Berry's heart skip a beat. "I want to taste more of you…"

He made sure that Berry was watching as he then started licking the skin between her breasts, all the way down to her belly button. As soon as he reached her core, he paused and smirked at her before gently blowing at her highly aroused folds. He watched her squirm, licking her clit lightly all while looking at the beautiful agony on her face.

'Damn! What an expert!' Berry breathlessly commented as she felt her soul leaving her body. She finally realized that she was completely under his control. Harry was surprisingly skilled in foreplay, which only meant more torture for Berry to try and handle.

As she enjoyed how good he was, she couldn't help but feel annoyed at the thought of how many women he must've done this with to get this good. The thought of him sleeping with someone else before her made her heart ache, but she quickly shoved those dark thoughts away from her mind. After all, she was Harry's woman now, and she intended to be his last partner. She should focus on that thought alone. There was no room for insecurity or negativity in her life anymore!

Meanwhile, Harry, who didn't know about what was going on in Berry's mind, was still solely focused on how to mark and own every part of her body.

The first time had happened so quickly back then that he was unable to properly explore and enjoy her body. At the time, they had simply kissed before he clumsily touched her. Even taking her harshly, all while being inebriated. However, during that time, what he didn't expect was for her to be a virgin.

Even so, despite him being so rough, Berry never stopped him. It made him wonder why that was the case when she was obviously feeling pain because of his savageness. Was it because of the alcohol which made her so high that she didn't realize her pain? Or was it…

He mentally shook the thoughts out of his mind. Regardless of what happened that night, he wanted to make sure that everything was right and perfect tonight. In a sense, he was glad that she had no lingering memory of their first night, as he now had the chance to redo it properly and let her experience something more memorable and pleasurable.

Berry tilted her head as her grip on the bedsheets tightened with each delectable breath that  Harry blew on her sex. She suddenly felt too shy to even look at what he was doing down there as another sweet moan escaped her mouth. Her eyes widened, her core clenching as she felt his tongue wetting the sides of her thighs. Everything he did was such sweet torture for her that she simply didn't want it to end.

More moans came out of her mouth as his ministrations focused on her vulnerable sex. His tongue was doing wonders with every part of her delicate folds, searching it, licking and tasting every minute crease and wrinkle, giving her body nothing but sheer unbridled pleasure with each movement.

'So this is how it feels?' Berry dreamily thought as she uncontrollably tossed her head back and forth. Without prompting, her hands let go of the bedsheets, only to grab onto Harry's hair instead as she pulled him into her thighs. She unknowingly brushed herself against him, letting him know which area on her body he should focus on if he wanted to give her even more pleasure.

In response, Harry continued licking her wet folds, treating it as if it was the best ice cream he had ever had, all while his thumb playfully rubbed against her pulsating nub. As if his reward, of her sweet juices, leaked out of her core. He then began thrusting his tongue inside her, feeling her inner walls tightening as he partook on her bountiful nectar.

"I'm…" Berry didn't know how she would say it, but something inside of her was about to explode as Harry continued demonstrating his cunning linguistics with his tongue inside of her. And this was all while he relentlessly attacked her nub.

After what seemed like an eternity, Berry finally screamed as the dam of pleasure inside her finally broke. In great climax, her body jerked into him, as if squeezing out as much stimulation from his tongue as possible as her body trembled from the onslaught. For a whole agonizing minute, her body was on fire before it finally gave her a break. She felt as if something was leaking out of her, and she moaned when she felt Harry's tongue lapping on the juices coming out from her core.

"Damn! He's too good!' she marveled. Oh, how she hoped she had the courage to voice it out in front of him. Her face was burning red as she watched him lick her, her body not being given a break as he kept on with his ministrations.

Raising his head, their eyes met. Harry had a smile on his face while he crawled back up to her. Her face was so red, and she was too fried by her previous release that she didn't even know what to say. She only moaned as the familiarly agonizing pleasure began building up again. Harry was kissing every inch of skin he passed by as he crawled back up to her, and it was driving her insane.

"You're killing me…" Berry finally managed to utter.

"Hmm, I'll try to kill you with pleasure then," Harry whispered as he continued licking and suckling on her skin.

'Kill me nonstop…' Berry silently answered. She would be shameless to voice it out this soon in their relationship… Perhaps once she and Harry were finally married when they were truly husband and wife, she would scream and even shamelessly beg for him to fully ravage her…