Garden of May

The sight was both chaotic and seductive, lewd and mesmerizing. With eyes hazy from the flood of excitement washing over him like a veil, he watched the woman writhing beneath him.

She had always been a woman prone to getting wet. But tonight, from the very first penetration, she was exceptional. From the moment his thick s***t forced its way into her tight, parting folds, slick fluid had been streaming down. He gripped her knees, which kept trying to close, and spread them wide.

The place where they joined, having already received one release, was a mess of milky fluids. Each time he thrust, white droplets spattered up, then fell back to the sheets, leaving behind thick trails of viscous moisture.

“Hnngh… ah…”

She had always been sensitive, but tonight her body felt even hotter than usual—her skin beneath his hands, her clinging inner flesh, the slick fluids that coated everything he touched.

When his glans drove into her inner walls, the swollen, aroused ridges of her v****a would then greedily swallow his s***t. Even as wet as she was, the fit was still tight. Each time he thrust into her narrow channel, her slender waist arched backward.

The trembling muscles of her walls would clench in protest against his relentless movements, only to yield again without having gained anything.

“Please… s-slowly…”

He grasped her b*****s, where the moonlight scattered like milky droplets. Burying his face in them, he sucked hard at her pale pink n*****s, like they were some sweet, soft fruit. At the vulgar sound of skin being roughly sucked, Vanessa’s eyes reddened once more.

“Ha… nngh… ah…”

Her saliva-slicked lips parted intermittently. The moans she had been suppressing finally slipped sweetly from her tongue. Whether from shame or ecstasy, her slender hand, pale even in the darkness, covered her burning eyes.

“Don’t… cover them.”

He greedily intertwined his thick fingers with her small ones, pressing the back of her hand into the sheets. Through barely opened lids, her eyes, drunken with hazy pleasure, trembled.

Whenever he met those soft eyes, a dizzying ecstasy would rise within him. Swallowing a groan that seemed to crush him, he caught Vanessa’s jaw. He pressed his lips to hers, soft and yielding, familiar.

He kissed her until her breath gasped, until her surrender softened into moans. His tongue twisted and pressed, entwining with hers without missing a breath, until her whole body went slack.

“Hah—ngh…”

The stifling, humid air stole his breath. At last, their wet, slicked lips parted. Damp, hot, and raw. Along her spine, taut as a bowstring, shivers rippled in waves.

Perhaps it wasn’t the summer heat, but the woman squeezing him so tightly she seemed ready to sever him. Vanessa, this naïve, foolish woman, who after all their nights together still hadn’t learned to ease up.

“So… loosen up a little…”

He didn’t have the presence of mind to whisper gently either. Pressing kisses to her forehead and eyelids as if to coax her to breathe, he felt her relentless grip finally hesitate. Slowly, he stroked her tense shoulders and waist.

With her cheek against his neck, she gasped, her wet eyes blinking. In a fevered whisper, she breathed.

“Nngh… Ri…ver…”

He smiled thinly and parted her clenched thighs. In one stroke, he thrust his swollen, near-bursting s***t deep inside. Her walls, which had briefly relaxed their guard, now clung to him mercilessly, trying to expel him.

It felt so good he thought he might die. Each time he gritted his teeth and thrust, her ripe, yielding flesh never dried with fluid kept flowing. “Nngh… ngh…” Vanessa’s small hands fumbled over his body pitifully, searching for something to hold onto as pleasure clouded her senses.

From his steel-hard shoulders to his rigid lower abdomen, his abs, his hip bones—oblivious that every touch only stoked his hunger. He gripped her slender waist tightly and thrust upward, grinding his teeth against her pale, soap-scented nape.

“Ha… hnngh… nngh… ngh…”

The moans escaping her sealed lips were far softer than usual. Occasionally, when she couldn’t withstand the dizzying pleasure, she would let out a high cry. Her anxious gaze darted toward the firmly shut door.

“You still have the leisure… to think of other things…”

Theodore cradled the underside of Vanessa’s pale hips and lifted her into the air. Spreading her wide, he exposed the place where they were joined so that even she could see it clearly.