Garden of May

There were days when he found it faintly regretful that this season, this strangely equal relationship, would never return again. And then there were days when it felt like something that didn’t matter at all.

Their summer wasn’t over yet. And she was still beautiful.

Perhaps it would be better to tell her the truth now, while there was still time. But how…?

How could he possibly tell the truth to that face that looked like someone whose entire world had just collapsed?

“Hold me, River Ross.”

He shut his eyes with something like a sigh. For the first time, hearing that name whispered from her lips felt unbearable.

* * *

I want you to hurt me… Just hurt me today. At that sob-like plea River Ross let out a low, savage smile.His dry, worn expression looked like the ruins of something that had already fallen apart.

“Nngh… ngh… faster…”

As she bucked her hips impatiently, the fingers that had been steadily stirring and stretching her withdrew. River Ross rubbed the slick on his fingers, then gripped her thighs and spread them wide.

His rigid e******n parted her soft folds, opening her entrance. The force with which he drove into her clinging flesh was mercilessly rough. Just as she had pleaded while gasping, to be hurt.

Vanessa endured the onslaught of pain and ecstasy, gripping his shoulders tightly. She pressed her fevered cheek against his bulging forearm. His s***t was so thick and hard that even her soft, ripe flesh tensed around it.

Veins and sinews stood out starkly on his p***s. The only brutal feature on an otherwise sculpted, elegant male body.

“Nngh… haah…”

As he thrashed into her slick depths, his dry s***t gradually grew wet with moisture. Vanessa swallowed her gasping moans. Her skin burned feverishly, while he felt cool being buried inside her.

The pleasure born of that contrast sent shivers racing across her body. She welcomed these raw, vivid moments, it felt as if all thought was shut out.

“Hnngh…”

Every time the man’s supple body moved languidly above her, her heightened ears twitched. His long, thick, upward-curved glans forced its way through her narrow passage, pushing slowly to its limit. The force of his thrusts was fierce and brutal, like a beast’s.

Held by the hips, her whole body was lifted up with each thrust, then dropped back down, battered.

The strength in her hands that had been clinging desperately to his shoulders, gave way. He caught both her fallen wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Stripped of even this minimal defense, her b*****s were exposed and roughly sucked, making wet sounds.

“Hngh—ah—River…”

The reddened n****e caught between his teeth grew plump, as if filled with fluid. The force with which he sucked her softened flesh was fiercer than ever. The sensation was electrifyingly stimulating.

“Hngh—nngh! Ah… ngh!”

Kisses rained down over her rain-damp face. Her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her lips through which hot breath escaped…

Each time he thrust, her white chest—blooming with feverish marks—tumbled wildly through the air. Dizzying pleasure raced along her arched spine as she chased ecstasy. Her spread legs couldn’t even wrap around his waist properly.

Her rain-soaked flesh clung stickily today, adding lewd sounds to the mix. Her thin cries were so foreign they even sounded strange to her own ears.

“Ah—haah… hngh—nngh—ahh…”

“You said… to hurt you…”

“Ah… nngh… more… keep going…”

He stiffened for a moment, then gritted out a rough breath, pressing her thighs further apart. Her white body, struck with full force, trembled at the violent pressure. Pale bursts of light flickered before her eyes.

A broken sob slipped from between her parted lips, unable to form a sound at first. It hurt. And that was why it felt good.

Because it was River Ross who was hurting her.

She loved the way they pierced into each other’s softest, most vulnerable places,
the way their bodies pressed together from chest to stomach as they shared rough, ragged breaths, the way she was held in his large hands and driven into without restraint,
even the way she scraped and collided against his firm muscles until she collapsed under the weight of pleasure.

She wanted to shatter completely in his arms. She wanted him to take her entirely, without leaving even the smallest part behind.