Chapter 427: Worship him**

Early in the morning, he already had quite an intense sex with Nadia. However, that could never be compared to what he felt when his lovely mate went down on her knees and licked his cock worshippingly.

Her tongue slithered down his length with her eyes closed, warm and slick, tracing every ridge and vein as if mapping him again.

She had learned his textures and his weak points long back but rather than teasing him she went to please him to the fullest, the soft wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet room

"This feels nice...I can’t get enough of this." Luke breathed as he removed his vest. The cool air brushed against his skin and her hot tongue wrapped around his flesh, the contrast making his hips twitch slightly as saliva cooled along the shaft she had just coated.

She slowly undid her dress as well with a swift tug and let it fall off her shoulders, revealing the blue bra she wore.

It was a normal bra and yet the enormous size of her bust made it look sexy. The fabric strained softly with each breath she took.

Her upper breasts were spilling out of the bra, the cups not enough to contain the fullness of her mammaries. Soft, heavy flesh trembled with the smallest shift of her posture.

Luke watched the spilling part of her bust jiggling with every movement, the warm weight of them drawing his eyes, causing his cock to grow in length, thickening against her tongue with a slow pulse of heat.

Monica looked up, her left hands jerking the base with firm, steady strokes while her tongue slowly swirling around the tip, tasting the salty bead that had gathered there. Her breath ghosted warm over the sensitive head.

Using her right hand, she unclasped her bra, now quite used to handling it. The soft click of the clasp and the sudden release of pressure made her breasts sway forward.

"Despite how many times you have seen it, my breasts still excite you." She said with a faint smile as the bra fell on the ground, liberating her big tits in the open air.

Cool air kissed the newly exposed skin, raising faint gooseflesh across the full curves.

Her pink nipples were stiff, he could tell, and the droplets of sweat only made her look irresistibly erotic, catching the dim light and scenting the air between them with salt and warmth.

"And I would never get used to them. They are just amazing." He suddenly knelt before her, and cupped both her breasts. The soft, heavy flesh filled his palms completely, warm and yielding, the nipples pressing firm against his skin.

When his hand landed on her bust, he realized his hand was smeared with clay, the cool grit rough against her smooth skin, so he said, "Let’s take a bath now. I have been quite sticky as well." The clay left faint gray traces across the lower curve of one breast.

Monica was about to reach for the bra since they would have to go through the house to reach the bathing section.

However, Luke held her hand and shook his head, his fingers still faintly dusty and warm from her skin.

Surprised, Monica raised her brows...only for Luke to drape a cloak around them which Monica knew all too well. The fabric was light yet thick enough to swallow light, settling over their bare shoulders with a soft rustle.

"The vanishing cloak..." She muttered. She remembered vividly how they have done naughty things under the cloak before and that brought a healthy blush to her cheeks, heat rising under her skin.

"We need to stick closer. The cloak is small." Luke said as he spread his arms. The shared space under the cloth trapped their body heat, making the air between them thick and intimate.

Monica’s blush intensified but she didn’t resist for long before hugging her mate. Her soft breasts pressed fully against his chest, skin to skin, her nipples dragging lightly across him as she settled in.

Luke secured her with one hand cupping her butt (he definitely wasn’t looking for an opportunity to feel those buns) and stood up. The firm, round flesh filled his palm, warm and smooth, the slight give of it sending a fresh pulse of heat through him.

Monica wrapped her legs around his back and hugged him close. Her thighs pressed tight against his sides, the heat of her core noticeable even through the thin barrier of her underwear as she clung to him.

Luke covered himself and Monica under the cloak but his legs were still slightly visible so he decided to just rush through the house. Their combined scent, sweat, clay, and the faint musk of earlier arousal, stayed trapped with them under the fabric.

*Click*

However, just as he had stepped out of the room he found Dalia standing at the end of the small gallery, currently combing her hair while facing the other side. The soft scrape of the comb through strands was the only sound in the quiet corridor.

"Ah...what do we do now?" Monica whispered in his ear, thinking that they should probably return to the room when suddenly, Luke pressed himself against the wall so that the cloak didn’t fall off. Cool wall met his bare back while her body stayed hot and soft against his front.

He looked into her eyes, their eyes meeting despite the darkness before he whispered, "We wait till she walks off. Until then..." The shared breath under the cloak smelled faintly of her mouth and his skin.

His free hand suddenly inched down, and caressed against the slit of her underwear pressed against her pussy. The fabric was already damp, the heat of her radiating through it, and his fingertips found the soft, yielding seam with easy familiarity.

She shivered faintly before her eyes widened. "Luke...this is unsafe." A soft, involuntary sound almost escaped her throat before she swallowed it.

"We have already done pretty crazy things. Just try holding your voice." He slid her panty aside and dug his hand between her heavy globes to directly touch the wet folds.

Slick heat met his fingers at once, the soft outer lips parting easily, her arousal already coating him in a thin, warm film.

It was tight and congested and yet he found some space to push a finger inside her baby hole.

The inner walls clenched around the intrusion, hot and silky, fluttering in small, involuntary pulses as he pressed deeper into the narrow, slick heat.

Monica pressed her lips together to suppress the moan as her thighs slowly parted without her knowing, allowing his fingers to get more of her.

The soft inner skin of her thighs was warm and slightly damp with shared heat under the cloak, the movement opening her further to the slow, deliberate slide of his touch.

His finger went in and out of her puckering hole while his lips found hers once again in a deep hungry kiss.

Each withdrawal left a slick trail along her folds before he pressed back in, the tight heat of her walls clinging and releasing around him in small rhythmic pulses.

Their mouths met with the faint taste of earlier arousal still lingering on her tongue, breath mingling hot and uneven between them.

Now was that kiss supposed to help her suppress her moans or excite her even more remained unclear but with each passing second it was growing more and more difficult for Monica to keep her voice down.

Soft, broken sounds vibrated against his mouth despite her best efforts, her body trembling faintly in his arms as the dual sensations of the kiss and the steady fingering fed into each other.

*SQUELCH*

The sound of his fingers fucking her pussy resonated between them while Monica returned his kiss with equal hunger.

Wet, rhythmic noises filled the small space under the cloak, thick and unmistakable in the quiet corridor, each push and pull drawing fresher slickness that coated his hand and made the next entry smoother, hotter, deeper.

Without her knowing, her hips had started to sway as if fucking herself on his fingers and enjoying herself to the fullest.

Soft, involuntary rolls of her pelvis met every thrust of his hand, the heavy weight of her breasts shifting against his chest with each movement, nipples dragging warm and stiff across his skin while her inner walls fluttered tighter around the invading finger.

Just then, in the heat they never noticed how the cloak had shifted before,

*Swiff*

And it fell to the ground.

Naturally, they both noticed it and froze.

Slowly they turned to the lobby and found...there was no one standing there now.

Monica breathed a sigh of relief only to flinch when Luke shifted and suddenly they were already inside the bathroom.

"What just happened?" She asked, clearly bewildered.

Luke winked at her before lowering her to the ground. It was time for his awaited shower sex.