Chapter 124. The Clumsiness Of A Girl Can Really Make Man Even Aroused**

Chapter 124: 124. The Clumsiness Of A Girl Can Really Make Man Even Aroused**

I reached up and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, pulling her down onto me, and the breasts squeezed tighter.

The sensation was so intense that I felt my vision go white at the edges, felt my heart hammer against my ribs, and felt every muscle in my body tense and hold and scream.

"Roland," she whispered, and she was looking down at me with those heart-filled eyes, those beautiful, glowing, hungry eyes.

She leaned down and kissed me, and her lips were soft and warm and tasted like pear brandy and her, and I was gone.

Completely, utterly, and irrevocably gone.

And then I came. I came so hard that I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and couldn’t exist.

I came with every fiber of my being, every drop of my soul, pouring into her breasts, into the soft, warm valley of her flesh, and she caught every last bit, her breasts squeezing around me, holding me, loving me, and the sounds she made...

Fucking hell... the sounds she made were the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

They weren’t screams. And they weren’t moans.

They were songs. It was raw, primal, ancient songs that echoed off the cave walls and filled the night with the sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

And when it was over... when I could finally breathe again and when the world stopped spinning and my heart slowed and my vision cleared.

I was lying there in the dark, covered in sweat and her warmth and the starlight and the silence of the cave, and Eveline was lying on top of me.

Her breasts still pressed against my chest, her ears flat against her head, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, and she was crying.

Not from pain, but from joy.

From the sheer, overwhelming, world-shattering joy of what we’d just shared.

"Roland," she whispered, and her voice was so small, so fragile, so broken, and I held her.

I held her with everything I had, and she pressed her face into my neck, and I could feel her tears on my skin, and I could feel her heartbeat slowing to match mine.

The afterglow was still warm between us, the cave air carrying the scent of sweat and something sweeter, something that belonged only to Eveline.

I was lying there, chest rising and falling, my heart hammering a slow, steady rhythm, and she was still on top of me, her massive breasts resting against my sternum like two warm, living pillows.

Her ears were still curled, still vibrating faintly, and her eyes... those amber eyes were half-lidded, glassy, and drunk on what we’d just done.

"Roland," she whispered, and she was biting her lower lip, and I could see the blush returning to her cheeks. "I know I’m not... I’m not like Alicia or Laura."

"I know I’m not experienced... and I do know that I’m clumsy." She looked down at herself, at her hands still cupping her own breasts, and she laughed... a soft, self-conscious little laugh that made her ears fold forward.

"But I’m trying... I really, really want to give you something good."

"Something that makes you feel... you know."

"You already did," I said, and I meant it.

I meant it more than anything I’d ever said. I reached up and cupped her face, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw, and she leaned into my hand like a cat, like she was made for it.

"Eveline... You don’t have to be like anyone."

"You’re you. And that’s more than enough."

She smiled... that ruinous, heart-filling smile, and then she got this look in her eyes.

This glint... This particular glint that I was starting to recognize as the look Eveline got right before she did something that was equal parts brave and completely, utterly stupid.

"You know what?" she said, and her ears perked straight up. "I’m not done yet..."

"I want to do it properly... A real titjob. And I mean it by a real, real one."

"Eveline—"

"No, no, no. Shut up. Let me try." She rolled off me, and I watched her get into position... kneeling over me, her massive breasts hanging forward.

The cool night air was brushing against them, and I could see the goosebumps forming on her pale skin.

She looked at me, and her face was so red she could’ve been a tomato, but her eyes were determined. "Okay... Okay! I can do this!"

"Alicia said the key is to keep them close together, and Laura said the rhythm is everything, and I’ve been practicing the motion in my head, so—"

She leaned forward, and her breasts came together around my cock, and for a moment—just a moment—it was perfect.

The warmth, the softness, the way her dark areolae pressed against my skin on either side. I felt my cock twitch, and I let out a low, guttural sound that was half-groan, half-prayer.

"Oh! Oh, it’s working!" she said, her voice rising with excitement, her ears bouncing. "I’m doing it!"

"I’m actually doing it, Roland. Look at me. I’m—"

And then she got too excited. She bounced, and her breasts shifted, and suddenly one was up and the other was down, and my cock slid sideways in the valley of her flesh, and I felt the friction change from heaven to confusion in an instant.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no—" she muttered, her hands scrambling to reposition herself, her ears going wild, her tail twitching frantically.

She was flailing, her massive breasts bouncing and swaying and bouncing and swaying, and I was lying there with my jaw clenched, my cock throbbing with the most exquisite, torturous pleasure I’d ever experienced.

And I couldn’t even move because every time she fumbled, every time she corrected herself, and every time her breasts shifted and readjusted, it sent a new wave of sensation through me that was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—" she was babbling, her face buried in her hands, and I could see her ears peeking out between her fingers, and I just... I just let her.

I let her be clumsy. I let her be Eveline.

Because even her clumsiness was beautiful, even her mistakes were perfect, and even the way she fumbled and blushed and laughed at herself was more arousing than anything Alicia or Laura had ever done.

"Roland, your cock is... it’s twitching," she said, and she peeked through her fingers, and her eyes went wide, and she let out a little squeak. "It’s twitching so much!

"Oh my gods, it’s like... it’s happy."

"It’s happy, isn’t it? It’s happy to be between my tits!" She laughed, and it was the most adorable, most dangerous sound I’d ever heard, and then she did something that made me lose my mind.

She looked at me, her eyes glowing, her ears standing straight up, and she said, in the softest, most wicked voice I’d ever heard come out of that sweet little mouth.

"Is this a sign that I completely passed? That I’m better at this than them?"

"Eveline," I warned, and my voice was so rough it was barely a whisper, "if you keep doing that—"

"Doing what?" She smiled.

And then she shifted again, but this time, the shift was wrong in the most right way possible. Her left breast moved up, her right one moved down, and my cock was suddenly sandwiched between them at an angle that made the friction unbearable.

It made every nerve ending in my cock scream with pleasure, and I felt my hips buck involuntarily, felt my fingers claw at the ground, and felt my whole body tense like a spring wound too tight.

"Oh," she said, and her voice was soft, and her ears were trembling, and she saw my face, and she saw what she’d done, and she let out a tiny, breathless laugh. "Oh my gods, I did it again!"

"I’m so clumsy, Roland, I’m so—"

"Don’t stop," I said, and my voice was gone. "Don’t you dare stop."

"But I’m not doing it right!" she protested, her ears drooping, her face flushing, and she was so close to giving up, so close to pulling away.

I grabbed her wrist, and I looked her in the eyes, and I said. "Eveline... You’re doing it perfectly."

"Your clumsiness is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt."

"Don’t you dare stop. And I mean it!"

She stared at me for a long moment, her amber eyes searching mine, and then she smiled. This time it was different.

This time it was certain.

And it was the smile of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, and she leaned forward, and she gripped my cock between her breasts with both hands, and she started moving.

Goddamn...! Fuck...! She really was moving for real with that slow and deliberate movement.

It’s fucking perfect.

The softness, the warmth, the way her breasts squeezed around me, and the way her nipples pressed against my cock on either side, especially the way her skin gripped me like it was made just for this.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and fuck... it’s also unlike anything I’d ever imagined.