Garden of May

As the penetration deepened, a sharp cry escaped before she could stop it.

“Let them hear.”

He caught her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his, so she couldn’t look away. Her stubbornly bitten lips were now bruised.

“Don’t hold back. Let everyone hear.”

“How… can… nngh… fine…”

Her hazy eyes and bruised lips tensed again. Looking up at him with tearful, pleading eyes sent shivers down his neck. The conflicted feelings coiled like a serpent deep in his chest slowly slithered up his back, tightening around his breath.

He wanted the whole world to know she’s his. And at the same time, he wished no other man in the world would ever see her like this. He wanted this summer to last forever and also wanted it to end soon, so everything could return to its place.

Her stubborn persistence was both frustrating and heartbreaking.

He slowly lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers.

“What should I do, Vanessa?”

“Hnngh…”

“You need to tell me for me to know.”

Her face, drenched with moisture, was as fresh as a morning garden rose. On her chest, bruised and sucked, reddish marks were already blooming. The sight was so lewd it made his mouth run dry. It was as if she were urging him to lose control and take her fully.

His thick p***s spread her slick, dewy folds to the tightest limit. His thumb pressed down on her small, e***t c******s, swollen with excitement.

“Ah—haa—aah!”

Vanessa’s body jolted as heat flooded her lower belly. Just as her cries rose to a dizzying peak, his veined s***t surged ruthlessly to the hilt, pushing past the flesh that had forgotten to clench.

Once. Then again. Her small body was lifted upward, then dropped back into dizzying depths. Swallowing her moans, gasping, she finally parted her wet lips.

“Slow… a little… slower…”

Damn it. There’s no beast like him. Theodore smiled savagely, swallowing his boiling breath. Gritting his teeth, he deliberately slowed his pace, like a beast forced onto a leash. His vision burned red. Veins stood out on the back of his hand braced against the bed, on his nape.

His impulses dyed his mind white. I want to take this woman. I know how to make her feel even more pleasure. And yet—

“Ah… haah…”

Because he found her so lovable as she felt every nuance of his movement. Responding to him even with shallow, slow thrusts, Vanessa trembled like a rain-soaked bird. Through their joined skin, he felt every quiver of her inner walls. She gasped, biting the back of her hand, then finally clutched his arm as if she couldn’t bear it.

His eyelids burned with the strain of patience. Theodore exhaled deeply, slowly stirring her wet flesh. Her curved, resilient back shuddered. It went on like that for countless repetitions—or perhaps, for eternity.

“Ahn—haah—nngh!”

At some point, her reactions changed noticeably. Keening, high cries spilled through lips that could no longer stay sealed. Slick fluid flowed along her aroused, softly swollen vaginal walls. Her inner flesh clung stickily, then trembled as if begging for release.

Instinct told him the peak of pleasure, built so carefully, had finally ripened.

“Ah—nngh… ah—ah—aahn! Ah… aah…!”

He pressed a soft kiss to Vanessa’s forehead as her body tensed, trembling violently. As he quickened his pace, sweet moans spilled without pause for breath.

This is… strange… this is strange… Nngh—nngh—aahn—ah—haah! Each thrust sent pale fluid splashing from where they joined—onto her resiliently moving thighs, onto his lower belly pressed against hers, onto his tensed abdomen.

The hunger that had been base from the beginning only grew without end. He wanted to own her—every fragment of her most noble soul down to her most secret depths. He wanted to know and cherish all of her. Like a rare, precious bloom. Like a fine stallion whose price was beyond measure. At this realization, hard-won, he sighed.

Ah, he wants to possess all of this woman. Panting with desire, cheeks flushed with excitement, hips moving unconsciously as if pleading, even at this moment.