Garden of May - Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Vanessa obediently sucked on his finger, not even knowing what it was for. When he told her to clean it with her tongue, preparing it for entry, a dazed look clouded her eyes. The sight of her wet face, so docile as if pleasure had melted her brain, was strangely not irritating.
Yes, perhaps that was the problem. This woman’s body was as beautiful as her face. Every single detail was to his liking. And that was why, in truth, nothing about her was amusing at all.
“Ha, uh….”
Theodore bit down hard on her pale bre*sts, parting her thighs once more. He pushed aside her undergarments and thrust his thick fingers into her soaked opening. The hot, molten interior clung to his fingers, resisting his entry.
‘Tight. Soft. Sweet. Smooth. Her slick aro*sal is like hot, simmering cream.’
He slowly probed her inner flesh, and Vanessa’s throat trembled. A thin, constant whimper escaped her parted lips. Her small body, clinging to his arm as if it were her only support, trembled, seemingly without the strength to even lift her hips.
‘Such a reaction to just one finger.’
Theodore let out a bewildered laugh. It seemed this woman had never even touched herself.
“Vanessa.”
At the sound of her name, her tightly closed eyelids fluttered open. The sharp, cat-like slant of her eyes had softened into a languid haze. He had meant to frighten her away, but her unguarded expression, devoid of any wariness, as if she’d never intended to flee, was astounding.
“Do you still want to do this with me?”
Instead of answering, Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck. Theodore let out a rough laugh and thrust in a second finger.
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Vanessa whimpered, squeezing her thighs together. The slightest movement sent a scorching heat through her core. It was only two fingers, but the feeling of them crossing, teasing her inner flesh, was overwhelmingly l*wd and vivid. It was almost impossible to bear with a clear head.
“Hng….”
Every time he sucked hard on her bre*sts, a sharp dimple appeared on River Ross’s handsome cheek. The sight of his sharp nose nestled between the valley of her tightly grasped bre*sts was intensely aro*sing. Vanessa bit her swollen lip, swallowing a soft moan.
It was sharp, stinging, painful. At the same time, a tingling, unbearable heat bloomed along her spine. The pit of her stomach throbbed with a burning warmth. The moment he nipped at her stiffly peaked n*pples, Vanessa couldn’t help but buck her hips.
“Slowly, Vanessa.”
River Ross whispered tenderly, his thigh supporting and spreading her knees. He thrust his fingers in again, sending her slick aro*sal splattering.
“Ah…!”
With each increasing thrust of his hand, a frothy white lather formed at her entrance, making a squelching sound. Unlike Vanessa, panting and flushed, River Ross’s breathing remained even. His hardened aro*sal seemed detached from him, his neatly pressed shirt still buttoned to the cuff.
Vanessa had long known that River Ross saw her as young and inexperienced. Even now, as he explored every inch of her body, he remained a cool, detached man.
It was both disappointing and upsetting. She was so ashamed, yet he seemed unaffected. She was being toyed with, utterly helpless, by a man who didn’t even seem to desire her that much. And yet, she now wanted River Ross with a desperate ache.
“River… please….”
As she tightened her grip around his strong neck, pleading with him, River let out a low chuckle. His calloused thumb pressed hard against her swollen cl*t, scratching, stroking, kneading, circling. On and on…. Just as a sensation akin to needing to urinate made her thighs tremble, his third finger slipped inside her sensitive flesh.
Vanessa bit her lip, her body convulsing slightly. Another cl*max. On the worn table in the abandoned garden, brought on by nothing but his hand.
She felt a slick, clear fluid gush down the cleft of her b*ttocks. Her heart hammered against her throat, fluttering like a trapped fish.
“Ah, uh, mm….”
She hadn’t known such a world existed. She thought she hadn’t. Once, she’d believed it was better not to know, to remain forever ignorant…. River Ross’s large hand roughly cupped her full, white bre*sts. A soft moan dissipated into the humid air. He kissed her swollen lips as if devouring them.
