Quasimodo, don't you think we should wait a little longer?" I asked uncertainly because of my injury, which was still pinching and pinching depending on how I moved.
"Trust me," he whispered to me and kissed me tenderly, his hands went to the loop on the back of my dress and with one pull the lacing came undone and my breasts boldly freed themselves from my dress. He cupped both of them and sucked them alternately with his lips. I moaned in pleasure. His right hand moved deeper between my legs and immediately felt my clitoris. I held my breath for a moment as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I hardly dared to move, but my pelvis no longer obeyed my commands. It began to shake uncontrollably.
Quasimodo loved the sight of Regina. She grimaced and her body trembled with excitement. She seemed to want more, he could clearly see that in her body language. But he didn't dare penetrate her today because he didn't want her wound to become infected or open again. Still, he wanted to do something good for Regina and he remembered what Regina had done to him pretty much in the beginning. She had called it "fellatio." He thought to himself that what works for him should also work for her. He pulled away from her until he was eye level with her crotch. He lifted her skirt and then looked at the tender, pink flesh there that was beginning to shine from the moisture.
"Quasimodo... what..." he saw her ask before he lowered his head onto her lap and began to explore her cave with his lips. Regina's pelvis trembled even more, the muscles hidden there under the soft pink flesh began to flex. His tongue reached her clitoris, which he had always stimulated with his fingers. He felt a vibration coming from her when his tongue brushed against her. He varied the pace and Regina squirmed under his tongue strokes.
As Quasimodo's tongue grazed my clitoris, I held my breath to keep from letting out a scream of pleasure. I clutched the pillow and the sheet. He didn't hear my moans or gasps, but he felt the vibrations coming from my body. When I felt that I had reached my limit, I buried my right hand in his hair and bucked up, moaning loudly. When Quasimodo raised his head, his entire face was so wet, as if he had run through a rainstorm
"Oh... my waterfall..." I said a little embarrassed.
"Oh. That's what you meant by saying you can do something similar to me..." Quasimodo said.
I hid my face with my hands in shame.
But Quasimodo raised my hands and said: "You shouldn't be embarrassed in front of me."
I wiped Quasimodo's face dry with my apron.
"So... what about you?" I asked, pointing to the bulge in his pants.Oh, that'll go away soon. We should still be careful," said Quasimodo.
But I reached my hand into his pants.
"Nothing should happen like that," I said and spread his phallus out of his pants. He was rock hard when I grasped him. I would love to have him inside me now, but he was right... we should still be careful.
I slowly slid my hand up and down him. I kept my legs spread to invite Quasimodo to start another round of his fingers.
The two of us lay next to each other on the bed, facing each other, and satisfied each other. Even though Quasimodo was so rock hard, he took his time until I reached my limit the second time.
Only when I breathed to him: "I'm coming..." did he allow himself to reach his climax and we both bucked up, moaning loudly. Afterwards we fell asleep cuddled together.
That same night, although I was able to sleep well after the hot night, I had that nightmare about the fire again. The fact that he started repeating himself had to have some meaning...