Chapter 59: The myth (1/2)
When their lips touched, Layn felt something that he didn't experience in a few long years. This innate excitement on closing the girl's mouth with his own while feeling how her body reacted to the kissing in his arms. For the first time in years, Layn felt a true excitement.
”Or that's what I would like to say.” As their lips parted, a single strand of saliva refused to let go, still keeping them connected in this minuscule way. Only when Layn spoke up, the strand finally snapped, putting an end to the moment of pleasure.
”Are you for real?” Snuggling forward, Irea rested her forehead on Layn's chest. Squirming lightly in the archmage's arms, she brought her arms around his waist, refusing to let go. ”Can't we… just once again…” Raising her head up, Irea looked at Layn with passion brimming in her half-open eyes. Moving her head higher, her trembling lips went on the attack.
Closing Layn's mouth, Irea didn't hold herself back this time. Pushing her tongue forward, she invaded Layn's jaw, rubbing her wet muscle against Layn's own tongue. Once their saliva started mixing up, Irea's hands moved upwards, swapping their hold from archmage's waist to his neck.
'We shouldn't…' Even though the treasure would take a long while to fully load and start operating, it didn't mean the entire plan was already a success. 'We still need to get it to its location…' All Layn's internal breaks broke apart when Irea climbed even higher on him, resting her bottom high on the archmage's lap.
Every time their tongues would touch or entangle, Irea's body would shake a bit, squirming around in Layn's embrace. With her robe riding up, only a single layer of undergarment stopped her precious place from rubbing against the peak that slowly grew in Layn's pants.
”No, we can't.” Before his instincts would sweep him away, Layn grabbed Irea's shoulders before pushing her away. While still sitting atop his lap, she could no longer ensnare the archmage with the agile movements of her sweet tongue.
”We can't?” With her head hanging down and her eyes tearing up as he looked up at Layn's face, Irea dealt yet another critical attack. Yet when compared to the cuteness right within his arm's reach and securing the last phase of his plan, Layn had no trouble picking what took priority.
”I'm sorry, but not yet. We will have all the time in the world for that later. But now,” Averting his eyes, Layn rustled Irea's hair before shaking his head. ”Now, we need to finish the job.”
For a moment, the two of them just continued to stare at each other, enjoying the intimacy stemming from how close they were. Every Irea's breath, every beat of her heart was a glorious yet calming melody for Layn. The way her eyes traced every slightest movement on his face, the way in which she constantly attempted to snuggle back into his arms…
”I get it. I really do.” In the end, Irea gave up. She already bore witness to how obstinate Layn was when he set his mind to something. 'Just like back when he started the topic of those stones…' Recalling how annoying his persistence was back then, Irea's lips surprisingly formed a smile.
'But isn't this kind of decisiveness, a good thing?' Asking herself, Irea then shook her head before using Layn's shoulder as a support to stand up. Once freed from the girl's weight, Layn accepted Irea's hand and stood up as well.