I Will Die for You, My Darling! - Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Arietta bucked her hips, as if trying to catch every last drop of the spilling fluid, desperate to possess it all. Her body, having received all it craved, finally relaxed.
“Haa…”
Her legs fell open. As Isaac sat up, the dark crimson column embedded between her pale thighs was starkly revealed. Isaac, catching his breath, withdrew from her. Despite Arietta’s efforts, a whitish fluid followed, leaking out.
A large, rough hand swept down her body, from bre*st to hip. Her sensitized flesh tightened in response. Though softened after successive cl*maxes, her cl*t remained swollen and prominent.
Isaac stroked it a few times, the dark pink nub boldly declaring its presence between her shamelessly parted thighs.
A soft, almost coquettish sound escaped Arietta’s lips. Her entrance wept more slick, pulsing slightly. Isaac, gently pressing and circling her cl*t with his thumb, asked,
“Want me to touch you?”
“Mmm.”
Though ridiculously frail and easily exhausted, Arietta never refused s*x. She adored taking parts of Isaac into herself, whether with her mouth or otherwise. Isaac vaguely understood this stemmed from a deep possessiveness.
S*x, then, was the one arena where their desires aligned, a uniquely peaceful act. Isaac, because he could watch Arietta unravel; Arietta, because she could claim Isaac’s body and time.
Post-coitus, Isaac was at his most lenient. He indulged her, stroking and teasing her cl*t and the entrance that continually opened and closed as she pleased.
“Haa…”
Unlike the piercing thrusts of penetration, this sensation wasn’t a tumble from a cliff, but a gentle, pleasurable warmth that tickled her like a feather. Lost in the feeling, Arietta murmured softly, “Take your clothes off.”
“You take them off.”
Arietta reached out. Isaac didn’t lean down to help. She was forced to push herself up, her weak limbs trembling like a newborn animal taking its first steps. Isaac watched her struggle with obvious satisfaction.
Crawling towards him on her knees, Arietta collapsed against him. She fumbled with his close-fitting top, designed to stretch with his unique physique, then his trousers and undergarments. Finally, she tossed her own nightdress over her head.
Then, climbing onto his thighs, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Good…”
Nuzzling her cheek against his corded neck, she exhaled a long breath. Her soft bre*st pressed against the firm swell of his pectorals.
Clinging to him in her most vulnerable state, Arietta closed her eyes and sucked on his lower lip.
Reflexively, Isaac pulled her hips flush against his lower body. Her smooth skin felt perfect in his hand. Stroking the curve of her back, waist, hips, and thighs, he tilted his head and opened his mouth.
Tongues, as different in size as their bodies, tangled softly.
“Mm…”
A sweet sound slipped into Isaac’s mouth. Arietta rubbed her flat yet soft stomach against his. Though likely unintentional, the gesture felt intensely er*tic.
‘She enjoys this so much, yet she wants to die.’
Isaac revisited his displeasure with her decision.
Meanwhile, his body hardened again. He’d never been satisfied with just one release. He wasn’t sure if it was this infuriating woman’s bewitching body, or his own constitution. After all, she had been his only partner.
“Izzy… it’s hard.”
“You made it that way.”
Giving Arietta a curt reply, he lifted her hips, positioning her. He grasped his hardened length, probing for her entrance with the tip.
Arietta, bracing herself on his shoulders, watched him, her breath catching in her throat.
“I can’t do this anymore…”
Her entrance, already loosened and slick from their previous encounter, welcomed him, opening readily. Isaac stroked her hips again.
“Your body says otherwise.”
