Garden of May

Chapter 44

All she could see were his blue eyes, those usually lukewarm, handsome eyes now slowly heating with desire. Vanessa swallowed a tremor she didn’t know the source of.

“Mm….”

His hands moved with a languid urgency, pulling down her skirt and undergarments. He forcibly parted her pale thighs as she shyly drew them together.

The l*bia between her spread legs were a pale coral, glistening with clear fluid like shimmering pearls.

He pushed a finger into her slick opening, and the delicate folds of her flesh tightened around it.

‘How is it even more swollen than last time?’ he wondered.

“Uh, huh… R-River… Don’t, don’t do… that….”

Vanessa writhed, oblivious to the situation, just as she managed to catch her breath. He spread the tightly clenching entrance, which seemed barely able to accommodate two fingers, and pushed in a third.

“You want me to just put it in already instead of teasing you?”

Vanessa clenched her teeth against the merciless probing. His thick, knuckled fingers pushed into her one after another, like a coiling snake. He pressed deep inside, swirling and stimulating, and she quickly grew hazy.

Even just his fingers were intensely ar0using. Every time his long middle finger squelched inside her wet heat, her whole body convulsed. Now she understood. How much he’d been holding back in the garden…

“Ah, hngh….”

Theodore sucked hard on her swaying petals. After weeks of anticipation, Vanessa was incredibly arovsed. Her fluids flowed freely even with this much stimulation; if he were to enter her now, her moans would spill out beautifully.

Yet, he continued to relentlessly rub the bumpy walls of her s*x with his firm fingertips, stretching the entrance with his splayed fingers.

She was so small and tight. Even as he watched, he couldn’t believe this tiny opening could stretch enough to take him.

“Ah, ungh, mm… mm….”

Her body responded obediently to every touch, and he found it beautiful. Vanessa’s pale thighs were slick with her arovsal, like the scales of a freshly caught saltwater fish.

Everywhere he touched her was soft and warm, yet to his eyes, her skin was like that of a mythical creature. A siren, that seductive, legendary being. Like his name.

“Ah, ahn, hngh.”

As he quickened the pace of his thrusts, her soft moans grew higher and more desperate. He pushed his fingers deeper, swirling them inside, and her body reacted instantly. Her lower abdomen tightened, and the muscles along her slender thighs rapidly contracted and relaxed.

Her glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips were a picture of wanton abandon. Vanessa covered her eyes with her forearms, as if unable to bear the shame, and then she reached a light cl*max.

Theodore withdrew his wet fingers from her trembling body. He unbuckled his trousers, and his thick rod sprang free. He gripped her convulsing thighs, spreading them wide, and pressed the swollen tip against her entrance.

The unfamiliar, heavy pressure wrung a gasp from her. Her wide, grey eyes flashed with alarm as she registered the change.

“Ah, huh… W-wait….”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate to stop him. In her urgency, every time she bucked, her entrance innocently tightened around his tip.

‘Damn it,’ he thought, a crude curse he rarely used, even in the army, rising in his throat.

Theodore sighed, pushing back the hair that had fallen over his smooth forehead. He felt a surge of frustration, like being denied a desperately needed drink of water at the last moment. He wanted to cover her mouth, blindfold her, and ravage her until she cried. Raw desire pulsed in his throat.

“Vanessa.”

His low voice made her shoulders flinch. As if simply hearing her name was such a great shame. A sigh escaped her, brushing against her pale cheek.

“Get a grip and tell me what you want. Should I stop?”

The muscles in his strong thighs tensed. He was poised at her entrance, neither pushing in nor pulling fully back. Theodore impatiently licked his lips.

It was his stubborn pride that allowed him to maintain a shred of control. He wasn’t so desperate that he’d force himself on a woman who didn’t want him. He didn’t want to sink that low. No matter how tempting, letting his c*ck rule his life was, well, a bit ridiculous.

Theodore, using every ounce of his remaining restraint, tightened his grip on the bed. He was about to pull back from her hot, wet core when…