Mariage et absence - Chapitre 8

Chapitre 8

Her heart was pounding so heavily that it felt like it was going to break in half. The man took out his hardened member and his lustful gaze glossed over Swan’s body. One hand stroked his length and pushed the tip with his thumb.

With her hands clasped together, Swan watched as he stroked himself. She’s never looked closely at her own genitals, so she couldn’t believe that she was seeing someone else’s right now, and it was a man’s. And his thing… Her throat went dry. She wasn’t sure, but the thought of seeing her own reflection in his eyes made her dizzy.

Should she quit now? If she asks him to stop, he would stop. Mais non, she didn’t want to disappoint him before that. She really didn’t. outre, maybe… This might be the first and last time. Feeling a man’s warmth, just like this… It might really be the last time.

If he gets bored of her today, then he might never approach her again. Non. Swan pursed her lips and spread her legs a little more.

Thinking that she wanted to make him happy, she suddenly couldn’t wait to accept him inside her even though she was scared. The man’s eyes were closed. Without him noticing, Swan put her hand over his member, and she rubbed the tip gently.

C'était une sensation étrange. Maybe it was because she’s nervous. Her entrance was heating up so much. Puis, a big hand stroked her lower abdomen, gently touching the stiff little nub. Her cheeks flared up at the tingling sensation down below.

“Uung…”

Her weak moans resounded through the room. The man grinned and prodded her entrance with the tip of his member.

"Tu es mouillé."

"…Oui."

She didn’t even know what that meant. pourtant, Swan smiled shyly because he looked so beautiful under the dim moonlight. He smiled as well after seeing her lips curling up.

Swan liked his smiling face even more than the rod that was rubbing at her entrance, ready to go in. It was like a warm stone poking at her…

"AH!"

The hardened length thrusted into her right then. And every time he tried to push in the rest of his length, which was as thick as her wrist, it was like she was being suffocated. Even just a finger would have overwhelmed her already. As the surprised Swan was trembling, she grabbed his forearm and held on tight.

"Ah, i-it hurts! Ah, ah! Un, ahhnngh!"

She closed her eyes and gasped. His length that had thrusted into her inner walls was much too big. He had just entered her, but it felt like her whole body was being split in half. Her legs were quivering. Se mordant les lèvres, Swan opened her eyes and looked up at the man.

He had a faint smile on his lips, and he was calm like his usual self. Swan stared at that smile, trying to memorize this expression. Puis, she thought she could endure it. Maybe it’ll feel sweet.

"Ah, hmmng!"

His girth pushed into her inner walls more. Swan took in a sharp breath, then scratched his forearm. The entrance that was clenching over him was shaking. Swan couldn’t stand it and started to cry.

« Chut.

A gentle whisper came out through his lips. Swan looked away, trying to control her tears. He was really far too large, but there was still half of him left that wasn’t inside yet. She didn’t want to think that he’d push it all in, but the man’s waist kept coming closer to hers.

Staring at the manhood that couldn’t go in at once, Swan put her hand unconsciously over his chest. Firm muscles wound smoothly under her fingers, and his pecs wriggled under Swan’s touch.

She stared at his body with a tearful gaze. His abdomen, which was clearly divided with strong muscles, looked as hard as bricks.

The hand she had on his chest felt scars that seemed to be from several cuts. Son corps, which was torn and pierced with several scars, drew nearer to her own body. Swan felt the manhood that started to move and twist inside her lower lips.

"Ah, ah! Haaaungh…!"

Every time his rod penetrated deeper into her, it felt like she was being torn apart. Her hand, which had been tracing his scars earlier, dropped down to the bed, but the man held her hand and put it over his shoulder. À son tour, Swan closed her eyes as she clasped his shoulder tightly.

“I-It hurts! quelques visages familiers se tenaient au plus haut point des gradins! Aahhngh! I c-can’t do it!"

"Chut, just relax…”

She was shaking her head. Ça fait trop mal, she won’t be able to relax. En réalité, it would be better to say she couldn’t do anything at all. Swan’s lips, which were damp with tears, tremblait. There was still more of his length that had yet to come in. Swan began to sob as she realized he had no thoughts of stopping.

“Swan, chut, chut, it’ll be alright…”

The languid whisper entered her ears with his hot breath. Swan opened her eyes and stared into his blue, glass-like eyes. He said her name so affectionately—as if he was her lover, like a man who had given his heart to her a long time ago. With a tearful gaze, she looked at him as he caressed her cheek.

She had the sudden urge to kiss him. She wanted to kiss his soft skin. Swan’s hand, which was on his shoulder, wrapped behind his neck so that she could embrace him.

The man in front of her was like a statue made of sugar. What he had down below had pierced into her so painfully that she felt like she was being broken apart, but all the other sensations were so sweet that it felt like she was going to melt. The fireplace was still lit, remaining as a solitary flame as it burned through the dry pieces of wood.

“It won’t hurt anymore. You’ll feel better soon.”

"Mais…"

“I’ll move now.”

“Your l-lips, c-can’t you kiss me?"

Embarrassed by her clumsy words, Swan looked down, unable to look him in the eye. Her cheeks, all the way to her nose flushed a bright red, and it was clear that she would look ridiculous. But she really wanted to be kissed. She heard that only lovers who made love to each other were supposed to bring their lips together.

Swan had this on the back of her mind for a long time, even though she couldn’t even remember anymore where she heard it from. Men only kissed the women they loved. Alors, even if men and women slept together, it was fine if they didn’t kiss.

A kiss was shared only between lovers. That’s why… that’s why… she faltered in front of the man. Her swollen eyes were earnest, still wet with tears.

The man whose lust was apparent, even though he still acted in a relaxed manner, raised his thumb and rubbed Swan’s lips. From her thick upper lip and soft lower lip, alors, it grazed her front teeth.

As she felt a shortness of breath, Swan grabbed the man’s hand, which was tanned, long and sleek—tough, yet elegant. Swan couldn’t see clearly in the dark, but she could still make out the scars that were even on his hands. She traced over them for a while, then looked into his eyes.

As she let go of his hand, his lips drew closer to hers. Puis, when his lips finally covered hers, a small moan came out from her. She didn’t notice it, but he was holding her chin in his hand. It felt like her mouth was being turned inside out, his tongue searching inside.

Swan broke away and coughed. Her tongue felt numb because she didn’t know how to use it well. And her chest was heaving, essayant de reprendre son souffle.

Her pert breasts were pressed against his firm chest. She moaned and dug her nails onto his shoulder. With muscles as developed as his, his body was no different than a weapon. Swan moved closer to him and clung to his neck.

Sa virilité, which had been immobile inside her, began to move slowly. Swan sobbed again and scratched his shoulders. This body of his was no different than a beast’s.

Puis, he finally pushed all of his length into her. Shivering as she felt full, her mouth gaped open without a word at the shock of his thrust, and she didn’t know how to close it.

The man stared down at her and held her breasts, groping her voluptuous chest. He pulled out slowly as he rubbed one nipple in his fingers.

"Ah, hnngh! Ils!"

With one hand still on her breast, fondling her nipple, the man started moving, going back and forth as though he was looking for something inside. Swan tried to twist away as she recalled the pain that his member gave her earlier. It was too thick. À l'heure actuelle, all she could think about was that his member was hurting her.

“Ahng! Hein, hnngh… D-Don’t move!"

He was going in and out of her sporadically. Puis, as his length was rubbing into her inner walls, it hit one particular spot, which made Swan arch her back and moan loudly. She was spasming under him, clinging onto his neck as he went in and out over and over again. He embraced her with one arm and locked lips with her once more.

Rather than lying down on the bed, she liked it better when she was in his arms. Swan stopped mixing her moans into her sobbing when the man matched his lips with hers, et ainsi de suite, their chests were pressed together. He traced his tongue over her red lips, and she opened her mouth to accept him at once.

He deepened the kiss, tightly pressing his lips onto hers, their tongues intertwined. He went over her teeth, stole and exchanged fluids, and swallowed her hot breaths. He kissed her so thoroughly to the point that the woman wanted to reciprocate everything, and their lips made a moist sound that resounded in the room.

Alors qu'il l'embrassait, the man reached down and opened her legs more and rubbed her plump buttocks. The woman sniffed lightly as she caressed his chest as he stretched her further.

It was no different from his dream—the kiss that they shared, her skin on his, her alluring scent that was overwhelming his senses.

He couldn’t remember, but it seemed like it had been a long time since he did this with a woman. After kissing her deeply, he let go of her lips and moved to her nape, leaving traces as he travelled down her neck, towards her clavicle, licking her there, then biting her. A loud moan escaped from her.

He wanted to move his waist, but her inner walls were clenching too tightly over him. He looked down to see the woman’s face, pale and overcome by hesitance. He opened her legs to see her entrance, and the images of reality and his dream overlapped.

Her stiff cl*toris was poking out of the thin layer of hair around her entrance, and his throbbing member was still encased between her lower lips… The woman who had touched herself and penetrated herself with her finger in his dream… was now trembling under him and clinging onto him tightly.