Chapter 88: Uncontrollable Pleasure (1)
[Margaret’s Perspective]
For a moment, I recalled that in addition to many scenes of us kissing intimately, there were more scenes of us lingering in bed, with him on top of me.
Donald would lean over me. Sometimes the kisses were sensual. Sometimes the kisses were simply expressions of love landing on me, one by one.
Sometimes he would kiss me from my neck to my chest, to my lower abdomen, to the top of my thighs, and finally to my private part.
The kisses Donald gave me were not always gentle. He would suckle my skin all the way, making me gasp, and leave bright red marks on my body.
My breath quickened with the memory, and I felt my body heat up again.
“Margaret?” Donald called to me, and I came back to my senses, feeling more or less ashamed of myself.
I had just woken up from my coma and was still injured, but all I could think of was sex. I couldn’t help but lower my eyes, not daring to look at Donald again.
“Your face is a little red. Are you feeling unwell?”
Donald’s concerned words made me even more ashamed. I shook my head, but Donald had already placed his hand on my forehead. This angle forced me to stare at him. His facial features were so impeccable. The gentle look of concern now was simply intoxicating. I swallowed unconsciously and licked my lips.
Donald’s gaze focused on my lips, revealing a look of understanding.
He lowered his head and exchanged a wet kiss with me.
I felt even more awkward. I was lying in a hospital bed, shamelessly asking Donald for sex.
However, at the same time, it seemed that the more pain my body felt, the more it triggered my recollection of the pleasure we had enjoyed before. Moreover, after escaping death, I needed some comfort from Donald. I could recall clearly the joy his body had brought me.
“Don’t, don’t do that.” My posture was extremely awkward. I didn’t know how to avoid Donald’s gaze.
However, it was obvious that Donald did not want to give me any room to dodge today.
“Isn’t that what you meant when you looked at me just now?” Donald said slowly.
I blushed and couldn’t refute Donald. I was indeed thinking about our kiss just now.
Donald raised one of my hands and kissed my hand, one finger at a time. I felt his tongue lick my fingertips. He asked, “Do you like it when I kiss you like this?”
I didn’t know what to answer at all. I couldn’t even move because of the injury on my back, and I couldn’t respond to him physically. However, Donald had completely aroused me. Just by the way he looked at me, I felt that I was about to reach my climax.
Donald’s hand had already reached under my blanket, and I realized that I was actually naked now. The one-piece patrol clothes Angel had given me was for ease of movement.
In order to make it easier to apply the medicine, Donald had probably removed it for me. This allowed him to reach my hand and touch my thigh without any obstruction. He then moved further towards the middle.
I was already drenched inside. I knew what Donald would touch. Being in heat in broad daylight made me feel ashamed. I felt like my entire body was trembling, but I couldn’t reject Donald. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to suppress my moans.
I could feel Donald’s cold fingers reaching in. I instinctively clamped my legs together, which was why I held Donald’s hand between my legs.
Donald stopped what he was doing. I looked at him in confusion and spontaneously arched my hips to press against his fingers, wanting to pursue more pleasure.
So comfortable. Why did he have to stop…
Donald quickly continued to move. His fingertips rubbed back and forth on my area, pinching and scraping. The thin calluses on his fingers brought a slight pain, but it seemed to be a different kind of stimulation.
I felt more fluid flowing out of it. My eyes were moist from desire. It was as if I was seeing through a fog. I breathed quickly, begging Donald to give me more.
“Feels good?”
“Ah…”
“Do you want an orgasm?”
I bit my lip, too embarrassed to speak. However, my body submitted to the surging emotions. I could only reach out to grab Donald.
However, I grabbed nothing. Donald avoided me. His fingers were still crazily stirring inside my body, but he refused to go in too deep. He only gave me a little stimulation at the entrance before retracting and circling around.
I was uncomfortable with him being neither up nor down. Fluid kept flowing out of my body, but I was never satisfied. I felt like I was about to go crazy for Donald. An indescribable emptiness surged in me. I wanted something to stab into me and possess me.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to abandon the last of my shame and reserve and reach under myself, trying to get more pleasure.