The Sinful Young Master

Chapter 282: Her desire for him, knows no bounds

After lying there for a couple of minutes, Jolthar got up, still naked.

He looked down at her; she put her hand over her forehead and closed her eyes; her chest rose and fell with each breath. He stared at her ample bosom.

”What are you doing?” Cleora asked with her eyes still closed. She could feel a hungry gaze on her.

”Open your eyes,” he said.

Cleora opened and saw his extended hand. ”What?”

Jolthar shook his hand, telling her to get up.

Cleora gave him her hand, and then he pulled her up.

She felt weak in her legs, but she stood with him; naked, her beauty glowed under the moonlight.

”Let’s go for a swim before round two,” Jolthar asked.

Cleora knit her brows, ”Do we have to? I am still not able to even walk properly.”

”Just come into the water.”

”All right.” Cleora agreed, as she didn’t want to disappoint him.

Both of them got into the water, Jolthar helped her, holding her hand.

He helped her sit on a rock in the water.

Jolthar then swam around for a couple of minutes before he came to her.

”I’m thinking of going to northern regions,” Jolthar told her.

A frown creased her brows; she asked, ”Why?”

”I want to train with my chaos aura. My grandmother told me there are people in that region, people who can help me.”

Cleora’s face hardened. ”And you trust her word?”

The water rippled around them as Jolthar nodded. ”I do. She helped me before.”

She saw how the chaos aura affected him after the battle with Lodawg, and if it wasn’t for Johamma, the corruption may have increased.

She fell into a brief silence, her fingers absently tracing circles against his arm. Then, softly, she asked,

”When are you leaving?”

”Tomorrow.”

Her head snapped toward him, eyes wide.

”What?” The surprise in her voice was sharp, her brows drawing together. ”Already? Just like that?”

Jolthar looked at her gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

”I’ll return as fast as I can, Cleora. I swear it.”

She looked down, her voice barely above a whisper.

”But we’ve only just found each other...” she whispered, her fingers grazing along his chest, voice husky with emotion and desire. ”How am I supposed to sleep alone again... without your warmth, your touch?”

He leaned in, his voice low and steady.

”Then let me make tonight count. I’ll make up for every moment I’ll be away—

I won’t let you sleep tonight.”

Her breath caught, and though worry still lingered in her gaze, the heat in his words sent a shiver down her spine.

As Jolthar sat down with the water level just under his chest, Cleora came up next to him and kissed him deeply – a kiss Jolthar was only too happy to return as he embraced her.

Cleora’s arms draped around his neck as tongues danced and lips were playfully nipped.

This was the sort of thing she had always lived for.

The kissing continued as Cleora eventually let one hand down his battle-worn body and reached for his long semi-erect shaft.

As her hand moved up and down, it never ceased to amaze her at her man’s size and length.

She never stopped kissing Jolthar as her hand worked to heighten his arousal. He returned the favour as his hand glided across her bottom and between her legs.

The water splashed around them as they worked on each other.

For what seemed like an eternity, the bliss continued.

It almost became a competition to see who would come first.

Cleora’s hand started moving faster as Jolthar dipped a pair of fingers into her and started moving them in and out. Eventually they had to break off the kiss as their hips started bucking to their mutual masturbation.

It would be Jolthar to be the first to relent.

He gasped and tensed up as milky white strands floated their way to the surface. When his orgasm subsided, Cleora gave him another kiss and whispered in his ear. ”I would have said I had won, but it seems the satisfied one is you.”

Cleora then helped Jolthar up and out of the pool, and together they dried off with their clothes.

As they gathered their clothes, Jolthar lifted her up with ease and cradled her as he moved towards the same moss bed they laid on before.

”Oh my, Jolthar!” said Cleora.

”Your strength has definitely not diminished.”

Jolthar laid the older woman down gently before lying beside her and holding her close.

But Cleora had other ideas.

Slipping out of his arms, she slid down his body and kissed his flaccid member. ”I am gonna make your member stand at attention for me,” she whispered seductively.

Jolthar’s eyes widened in surprise before a smile slowly spread across his face, realizing that Cleora was full of surprises.

She started by taking him gently in her hand and started lovingly licking the underside. The thumb of her hand then started to rub the head – slowly at first, but with speed growing very gradually.

Occasionally, she would put the head in her mouth and bob up and down a couple of times before going back to licking and thumbing.

Jolthar felt too good to do anything but watch her at work. He saw the face of a woman who truly enjoyed her craft. It almost looked as if she was nurturing his penis, trying to make it grow big and strong.

What he saw had more of an effect than what he felt.

It was not long before he was erect again.

Now that Jolthar was beautiful once more, Cleora slid back up his body and pressed her lips to his before impaling herself on his shaft.

She had felt him inside of her before. It did not matter how many scars desecrated his body. It did not matter that she was old enough to be his mother. What mattered was how well he made her feel, how he made her become full again, and how he made her feel young again.

She laid her face on his chest and started moving her hips. Already she was constricting around him as he started moving in return.