Garden of May - Chapter 62
Chapter 62
He chuckled, a low growl in his throat, and caught her slender neck, turning her head to the side. Their mouths met again, slick with shared saliva. They kissed, desperate and hungry. He drank in her soft moans and the slickness of her arousal.
He cupped her exposed br3ast in his hand, his thumb raking across her hardened n1pple. The muscles inside her clenched around him, a sharp, exquisite squeeze.
The sudden intensity blurred her vision. Theodore sucked in a breath, his thighs tightening. For a moment, the overwhelming sensation stole his breath.
“Ha…” He exhaled, a long, shuddering breath, and arched his back. As he relaxed his grip, Vanessa collapsed back onto the bed.
Did she even realize what she did to him? He covered her small, pale hand, still clutching the sheets, pressing it down with his own. Even the slight shift of his weight deepened his penetration.
“Mm…” The thick crown of his s***t brushed against her most sensitive point. He rocked his hips slowly, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. The whimpers grew, escalating into breathless cries as he continued.
He bent his head, nipping at the exposed skin of her neck. A low chuckle escaped his lips, and she shivered beneath him.
“You like that, don’t you…”
“Ah!”
“So cute, the way you tremble. As hot and wet as your pretty mouth.” His s***t, hard as a pillar, moved within her, stroking and teasing, deliberately seeking out the points of greatest sensitivity. Her arousal, thick and creamy, coated him, her body swelling and pulsing around him.
He gripped her white hips, spreading them wide, exposing the delicate pink folds to his gaze, knowing the shame it brought her. Savoring the heat and tremble of her body, he slowly withdrew, then plunged back inside her in one swift stroke.
“Ah!” A high, sweet cry filled the small room. Startled by the sound of her own voice, Vanessa’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip. As if sensing her intention, his fingers pried her lips apart, slipping inside her mouth.
As if daring her to bite him instead.
The fleeting prelude to climax stole her reason. She took his fingers into her mouth, her body frozen in a moment of exquisite tension. He chuckled, as if pleased by her helpless state, and thrust hard, burying himself deep inside her. The full weight of his body pressed down, the hard length of him hitting that sensitive point again and again.
White-hot sparks of pleasure exploded behind her eyes. Her trembling body locked, captured by the sensation. The heat of him filled her, stretching her, tearing a fresh path through her slick walls.
Moans spilled from her parted lips, a continuous stream of sound. On and on, the pleasure building, threatening to overwhelm her.
“Oh… Ah… Ha… Oh… Ah!” Vanessa’s eyelids fluttered open, wet with tears. In the corner of the room, a cracked mirror reflected their joined bodies. It was a wanton sight. She was arched beneath him like a dog, her face flushed with pleasure as he moved within her. Even a b***h in heat would have more decorum.
“River… slower… please…”
River Ross tightened his grip on her as she spiraled towards climax. Even in this animalistic embrace, he was beautiful, like a god. Like something from a cathedral painting, both holy and profane.
“Oh… Ah!”
His fingers tightened on her hips, spreading her further. His hard hipbones slammed against the soft curve of her bvttocks, a sharp, obscene slap.
The thick crown of his s***t pounded against her, churning the frothy heat within her. The pleasure, which had begun as a gentle ripple, now surged through her like a tidal wave. She wept and gasped, her body clenching and releasing around him, a primal instinct to survive, even if it meant urging him on.
His movements grew faster, more frantic. She felt the hard swell of his arousal, the slick walls of her passage tightening around him. He went rigid, his body locking.
Then, with a shuddering release, a hot flood of pleasure erupted within her.
