NOVEL WEB Chapter 518: Awkward Silence
I continued my exploration of Camila's little pink asshole, my tongue now more insistent, lapping, circling, occasionally dipping inside her, driving her further into a state of distracted arousal. The taste, the texture, the act itself was an aphrodisiac, pushing us both into a realm where only pleasure mattered.
And then realising our time was fleeting, I shifted my strategy.
My fingers, wet from her arousal and my own saliva, found her anus, the tight entrance still pulsing from my earlier ministrations. I pressed one finger against her, the pad of my finger circling her rim before pushing in with a deliberate, firm motion. The initial resistance was followed by the slow, tight embrace of her body, her muscle yielding to my invasion.
"Hnnnn!♡~"
I didn't give her time to adjust; with a second finger, I intensified my assault, pushing both in, stretching her wider.
"Ahhhh!♡~"
My fingers moved with purpose, in and out, each thrust more aggressive than the last. I angled my fingers slightly, searching for that spot inside her that would make her knees buckle.
"Ahnnn!♡~ D-Don't mind me and take...take the left...Hnnn!♡~" Camila managed to say into the phone, her voice trembling with the effort to concentrate as I began to move my fingers in a rhythm, pulling nearly out before plunging back in, each penetration deeper, more forceful.
"Squish!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Plop!♡~"
I could feel her body respond, the slickness increasing, her anus becoming wetter with each thrust, the lubrication from her arousal and my saliva making the slide smoother, more erotic.
"Gloop!♡~ Squelch!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Splat!♡~"
The pressure of my fingers was relentless, curling inside her, pressing against the front wall, hitting that sensitive spot that made her breath catch. I added a slight twist to my movements, a corkscrew motion that seemed to drive her wild, her body tensing and releasing with each twist and thrust.
"It's!♡~...I-It's the second house on the right!♡~ Aughh!♡~" She gasped, her words broken by the sensations coursing through her.
Her twitching anus was now incredibly wet, the sounds of my fingers working her filling the room, a testament to how aroused she was.
"Slosh!♡~ Plop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Schlurp!♡~"
I increased the pace, my fingers moving faster and deeper, the aggressive penetration mixing with the stimulation of her clit, creating an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
"Squelch!♡~ Drip!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splat!♡~"
I could feel her body reaching its limit, her muscles contracting around my fingers in rhythmic spasms.
"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"
And then with one final, deep push, my fingers curled to press against her most sensitive part from the inside while my thumb pressed down on her clit, the dual stimulation pushing her over the edge.
"Mmm!♡~ You'll!♡~...See!♡~...T-The!♡~...Blue mailbox on the—Aughhhh!♡~"
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
The result was explosive; she squirted powerfully, not just from her pussy but from her anus too, the intensity of her orgasm causing a double release.
"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"
Her body shook, her legs trembling as she climaxed, the wet sounds of her release mixing with her muted cries of pleasure, her voice breaking on the phone.
"Y-Yes, that's...Oh!♡~...the place. Nnn!♡~" She managed to say, barely audible as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her.
With those words, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, her body mostly naked except for the bunched-up blouse around her waist, landing directly in the puddle of her own love juices. Her pants, discarded earlier, were now soaked through where they lay, a testament to the intensity of her release.
But even after going through all that intense stimulation, she didn't seem to give up on the package that was coming as she looked up at me, her face flushed with the afterglow and embarrassment, her eyes wide with the realization of her state.
"Kafka..." She said, her voice a mix of fluster and command. "Go...Go receive the package. I can't...I-I can't go like this." She gestured weakly at her drenched pants and the mess around her. Enjoy exclusive content from empire
I stood over her, watching with a triumphant smirk, enjoying the sight of her dishevelled and vulnerable.
"No." I replied simply to her shock, my tone teasing but firm. "Whatever you have in store is a surprise, isn't it? So wouldn't I ruin the surprise if went and picked it up myself."
Camila's pretty blue eyes flashed with irritation, cheeks burning even brighter as she pushed herself up slightly, sitting in the wet aftermath of her climax.
"I'm not going out like this, Kafka!" She exclaimed, her voice rising with frustration, and she continued saying, "I'll ask Bella to go instead."
I chuckled, squatting down to be eye-level with her, my gaze roaming over her exposed form. "Bella can't go either." I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "She's in a similar state, thanks to me." I added with a smirk, implying that I had left Bella in no condition to answer the door.
Camila's frustration was palpable, her breath coming in quick, indignant huffs as she wondered if giving someone like me a surprise was even worth it.
"Fine! I'll do it myself!" She finally snapped, though there was a quiver of defeat in her voice.
She then scrambled to her feet, her legs shaky, her body still glistening with sweat and fluids. She hastily pulled her blouse down, covering herself as best she could, and pulled up her pants, which were atrociously wet.
She then moved towards the door, her movements uncertain, her dignity somewhat salvaged by her resolve to not let the situation defeat her entirely. I watched her go, the sight of her trying to regain composure amusing and arousing all at once.
Camila paused, her hand trembling on the doorknob, the reality of her dishevelled state finally sinking in. She adjusted her blouse, the fabric doing little to disguise the sweat clinging to her skin and the faintly damp patch between her thighs. Her cheeks burnt hotter than ever as she tried to summon some semblance of composure.
When she finally cracked the door open, the delivery woman stood there, her face bright with an easy smile and a large box balanced against her hip.
But the smile on her face faltered as her eyes took in the scene: Camila's flushed face, the rumpled blouse, and, most damningly, the utterly ruined state of her pants. A flicker of surprise flashed across her features, her gaze dropping to the unmistakable wetness, then darting back up to Camila's mortified expression.
"I—um—your package." The woman stammered, her own cheeks beginning to colour as though absorbing the tension radiating from Camila.
She shifted awkwardly on her feet, her professional demeanour crumbling in the face of such an unexpected sight. The delivery woman's own sense of embarrassment grew as her imagination raced, painting vivid, scandalous scenarios about what might have unfolded behind that door, especially since she kept on hearing rather suspicious sounds on the phone.
Camila's breath hastened, her lips parting as if to explain—or perhaps to deny—but no words came.
Both women stood there, caught in the spiralling awkwardness of the moment. Camila's fingers brushed her damp hair self-consciously, and the delivery woman averted her eyes, her own cheeks flushed as if she'd stumbled upon something far more intimate than a simple delivery...