Chapter 246 Healing Process (5)

• Now it was his turn to reciprocate. His fingers traced teasing paths up her slender thighs, parting her legs wider to expose her fully. He cupped her entire pussy in his palm, grinding gently against her clit, then slipped a finger along her slick slit, teasing the entrance without entering. Emotions flooded Jenna—pleasure so pure and consensual it erased the echoes of violation, her hips bucking instinctively toward his hand, begging for more. He obliged, inserting one finger slowly, then a second, curling them to press against her G-spot while his thumb circled her swollen clit with expert precision. “You’re so incredibly wet, so tight around my fingers,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. The sensations built rapidly, her pussy clenching around him as she came undone, squirting copiously onto his hand, emotions of ecstasy and complete surrender washing away any last vestiges of doubt.
• From there, the touching sessions expanded into full-bodied exploration, each one a canvas for mutual discovery. He’d massage her perky breasts with reverence, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers until she moaned and arched into his touch; she’d fondle his heavy balls, feeling them tighten under her caress while stroking his shaft to the brink. Emotions layered ever deeper—from the clinical roots of healing to a passionate, all-consuming craving, her body now yearning for his touch as a source of joy rather than fear.
• The introduction of oral pleasure came in a session heavy with anticipation, the air thick with their shared arousal. First, Jenna took the lead, kneeling between his legs on the soft carpet, her green eyes looking up at him with a mix of nervousness and eagerness. She leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out to lick the flared head of his cock tentatively, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded there. Emotions shifted quickly—initial hesitation melting into enthusiastic exploration as her lips stretched around the girth, her tongue swirling along the prominent veins, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. She gagged slightly when he hit the back of her throat but persisted, her hands stroking the base she couldn’t yet swallow, saliva dripping down his shaft. “Just like that, Jenna—you’re doing amazingly,” he encouraged, his moans fueling her confidence. When he came, hot spurts filling her mouth and overflowing down her chin, she swallowed what she could, emotions of accomplishment and heightened arousal making her pussy throb with need.