Garden of May - Chapter 61
Chapter 61
His lips were on hers, a silent approach that swallowed her whole. Their noses brushed, breaths mingling. Vanessa wrapped her arms around River Ross’s bare neck, savoring the sweet wave of sensation he brought. He lifted her effortlessly, settling her legs around his waist. With all support lost, she clung to him desperately, their lips deepening the kiss.
Her dangling slipper fell to the floor with a soft thud. Their clothes, already scant, tangled further; chest and stomach pressed intimately together. Their sweat-slicked bodies clung like a thousand tiny, insistent suckers. Vanessa gasped, a delicate tremor in her moan, and he drank it in.
Wet, tangled, and clinging, they tumbled onto the bed. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped by the heat. She twisted, as if to escape, but River Ross gently caught her waist, his large hand cupping her swollen br3ast from behind.
“You said… a bath….” The words were laced with a bewildered accusation at how quickly things had escalated. He pressed his body against the delicate curve of her back and nipped her earlobe.
“You did.” His fingers tightened on her n1pple, pinching it through the thin fabric of her chemise. It was a wanton caress.
“You looked at me that way.”
“…Oh…”
“Like you wanted me inside you right now.” The gruff words were softened by the laughter in his voice, unlike the insistent pressure building between her thighs.
His long fingers slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, pushing aside damp silk to stroke her heated core. He probed, exploring the slick folds before pressing a finger deep inside her. A soft whimper escaped Vanessa’s parted lips.
“Mm…” Even the slightest touch sent a fresh wave of moisture welling up. He chuckled, a low, predatory sound, and hooked his knee between her thighs, spreading them wide. A second finger joined the first, delving into the flushed, sensitive flesh. Vanessa gasped, clutching at the white sheets beneath her.
“Ah… Oh…”
His elegant fingers moved within her, stroking and teasing. The sight of his hand disappearing beneath her hiked-up skirts was obscene. The muscles in her lower back tightened in anticipation. He stretched her further, widening his fingers, and a clear bead of arovsal trailed down his hand.
Each probing thrust brought another surge of slick heat, a wet, obscene squelch. Her body, accustomed to him, yielded readily, greedily swallowing his fingers. As a third finger joined the others, he tugged her chemise down, freeing her br3asts. Her flushed n1pples bobbed in the air as she was pressed back against the bed.
The taut muscles in her lower abdomen quivered with anticipation. He caught her chin, turning her face towards him, and brushed his lips against hers, damp with shared arovsal. Then, from behind, he entered her.
“R-River… Oh…” The flared tip of his s***t stretched her entrance, slowly sinking into the soft, welcoming heat. The swollen walls of her passage pulsed around him, tight and hot.
He braced his hands on her slender waist. Despite her readiness, she was still exquisitely tight, a delicious resistance he savored. He pressed forward, sheathing himself within her in one deep thrust.
“Ah…” Vanessa’s small hips were stretched taut. The tips of her ears, peeking out from beneath her golden hair, flushed crimson. Theodore leisurely admired the delicate tremble of her back. It wasn’t her first time in this position, yet she always seemed particularly shy this way.
Though when he filled her, she was too lost in pleasure to care.
“Ah, River, please…”
