That Lady’s Stalker - Chapter 41
On the sparkling lake, where the sunlight danced in shattered fragments, I could almost see Olivia from a few months ago, rowing with all her might.
“You’re going to row the boat with me this time, right?”
Of course. I didn’t want to see her end up dunked in the water again. I’d been so startled back then… I helped her into the boat this time.
The quiet lake echoed occasionally with the creaking of the oars. It was peaceful. The breathtaking scenery, paired with Olivia’s gaze fixed on me, made me forget all the things that usually weighed me down.
“I love you.”
Her words caught me off guard. I was rowing at the time, and the sudden strength in my arms nearly capsized the boat. Those sweet words, every time I heard them, had a way of healing me.
The figure of my father, who used to loom over me and crush me with his presence, faded into weakness at her words, toppling over. The chains that had bound me for so long seemed to fall away.
“Liv.”
I felt lighter, my thoughts clearer. I said something I felt I might not have the courage to say again.
“Thank you.”
Because of her, I could smile. Olivia had pulled me out of the shadows cast by my father, freeing me from the damp, suffocating cellar and the eastern tower to show me the bright, clear skies.
“I’m being loved.”
She made me realize I was someone who could be loved. I hoped my feelings would reach her. I embraced Olivia as she began to cry. The woman who saved me was both incredibly strong and heartbreakingly delicate.
“Let’s finish what we couldn’t do last time.”
Correction. Olivia wasn’t delicate. She was just strong. Her words stirred something deep within me again. I tried to feign ignorance, but memories of that day with Olivia made my face burn.
“You’ll finish, won’t you?”
The soft touch of her lips brushing against my palm and her wide, unyielding gaze made it impossible for me to hold back any longer.
“Asher, wait!”
No, Olivia. There is no such thing as “wait.”
The pressure in my throbbing member was unbearable. I even considered embracing her right then and there, but she urged me with her innocent persistence.
Naturally, I couldn’t win against her, so I reluctantly let her go. I wondered what on earth she needed to prepare in this situation.
But as soon as I saw what she did, I regretted it. I shouldn’t have let her go. I should’ve embraced her right then.
Her white dress was slowly soaking through. The unnecessary, provocative fabric revealed her delicate curves little by little. I felt dizzy, overwhelmed. It was as if Olivia had landed a solid punch straight to my chest. Warm liquid dripped from my nose.
Damn it… I’d been holding back so well, but in the end, I lost control. Seeing Olivia laughing so joyfully made a smile escape my own lips. As she leaned into me, still laughing, I felt my rationality slip away completely.
I laid Olivia down on the wildflowers, burying my face in her chest that kept stealing my gaze. I didn’t want to take her clothes off—the wet fabric clinging to her body felt far more provocative.
Suppressing the wild excitement coursing through me, I moved slowly, deliberately. Pleasing and teasing her, building her excitement, was just as satisfying as the act itself. Her soft moans sounded like a sweet melody. I wanted to hear her sing louder, longer.
I pressed my face between her thighs and greedily licked at her flushed entrance. As I hoped, Olivia let out a song for me.
“Ah, ah…!”
If the sirens of legend sang like this, it was no wonder sailors were lured to their doom. Her voice burned my ears and sent blood rushing below.
Seemingly desperate, Olivia started to move her hips. I pulled my mouth away and slowly slid a finger inside her. I pressed forward, feeling her folds parting one by one.
I could feel the ridges and textures against my fingertips. It was as if even my fingers were swelling with heat and blood, like they were as aroused as I was. Every nerve in my body seemed to converge at my fingertips, sending a tingle through me. I curled my finger slightly, pulling out slowly, only to push back in again.
Her insides clung tightly to me as if refusing to let go. This was why I went crazy every time I entered her.
I focused on the most sensitive spot inside her, rubbing it firmly and picking up the pace. The walls of her core began squeezing my fingers relentlessly, gripping them with a strength that felt almost alive.
It was as if the pressure alone would cause pre-fluid to leak from my fingers, impossible as that was.
After a few more deep thrusts of my hand, Olivia arched her neck back, shuddering violently as she climaxed. Her entire body trembled, the sight utterly mesmerizing.
Seeing her like that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stripped off my pants and positioned myself against her still-trembling entrance. My member, painfully throbbing from the built-up tension, felt a wave of relief at the contact.
I slid along her wet valley before aligning myself with her pulsing opening. With a firm push, I entered her, her walls yielding without resistance as they enveloped me entirely.
After a few thrusts, I lifted her onto my lap, allowing her body to press further down onto mine. Her insides stretched and shifted, drawing me even deeper.
She was so tight and warm—it was maddeningly good. I moved my hips feverishly.
The ridges and folds I had felt earlier with my fingers now wrapped around the head and length of me, alternating between sharp friction and a gentle tease that sent shivers up my spine.
“Ah!”
Groans kept spilling from my throat, impossible to suppress. My mind had gone completely blank long ago. The overwhelming sensation rising from below forced a guttural, animalistic sound out of me.
