Chapter 2 #4
She was suddenly afraid. The flush in her face had spread down to her chest, and she did not recognize the strange sounds coming from her own mouth.
Her limbs seemed to melt, and she buried her face in his shoulder to stifle her moans.
Riftan’s uncompromising attention on that most intimate part created an unbearable heat within her.
“S-Stop…Ah!” Maxi whimpered and panted as her insides threatened to dissolve.
“It’s all right. Just let yourself feel.” He ignored her pleas and continued with his torturous caress.
What am I supposed to feel?
Maxi’s lips quivered as Riftan’s hand began to move faster. Something down below bubbled and erupted, sending tremors throughout her body. She moaned, thrashing for release, and he drew her in closer.
Trembling helplessly, Maxi rubbed her forehead against Riftan’s neck. Her body writhed, and her legs shook. The drum of his quickened heartbeat pounded against her skin. Like a man dying of thirst, he drank in the air with quick, erratic gulps.
“This was all I could think about while stuck in that living hell. The feel of your body, of you melting in my arms…I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He hungrily sucked on her lips and returned his fingers to the swollen place between her thighs. Maxi whimpered and shook her head, but there was no escaping the flood of overwhelming sensations.
Riftan’s tongue traced a damp path around her ear as his wet fingers pushed inside her. He encroached upon her body, and her most delicate muscles contracted at his touch. Riftan breathed a low growl into her ear.
“Do you know how soft and warm you are down here?”
His fingers inched outward before thrusting deep inside. The friction brought forth a mild discomfort, but it was not as painful as Maxi remembered.
Was her memory of that first night all wrong? She had never felt a sensation so intense, tender, and warm. As Riftan’s fingers slid in deeper, his thumb continued apace, rolling over her most sensitive nub of flesh. The back of her neck tingled.
Panting, Maxi tried to get used to this new and consuming sensation.
She felt different, as if she were in a completely different world.
Just yesterday, she thought Riftan was a frightening man and doubted that she could ever be comfortable with him.
Now she was clinging to his neck and allowing him to touch her all over.
It was incredibly surreal but not disagreeable.
“Loosen up a little,” Riftan murmured.
“It h-hurts…”
“Relax. You must relax so it won’t hurt when I enter you.”
The shock of his words did not last for long. As his fingers moved slowly inside her, Maxi’s mind went blank. Her legs trembled. She panted breathlessly.
Riftan planted kisses on her forehead, temples, and eyelids, and whispered with unrestrained passion. “I’ll tell you what to do. Trust me and relax.”
Maxi shook her head, her thoughts failing to keep pace. He gently stroked her hair and pushed his fingers in deeper. A quiet moan escaped her lips.
“I c-can’t…I d-don’t know h-how…”
“Breathe out…Relax your body slowly…”
She exhaled, long and slow, and gradually, her body relaxed. He kissed her cheeks as if to praise her and stroked the length of her back.
“Now try to tighten this part.”
Riftan showed her where she should squeeze by pressing and rubbing. Somehow knowing exactly what to do, her body tightened and closed around his fingers. He laughed again.
“You’re driving me mad. No, no. That was a compliment. Relax again…Yes, just like that.”
As she loosened her body, his long, deft fingers entered her once more. When he began to slide out, she squeezed again, as if trying to keep him tightly within. How long had Riftan been groaning? He grunted, as though he were in pain, then muttered something inaudible.
Maxi’s body began to contract and relax on its own, even as a pulsing heat coursed through her veins.
Her legs writhed, her waist tensed, and her thighs began to shake uncontrollably.
And then another eruption, deep within her pelvis.
She pressed her face into his shoulder, waiting for the overpowering sensation to pass. Something trickled down her legs.
“Shhh. You were so good,” Riftan whispered as he laid her flat on the bed. Still riding the high of her climax, Maxi sank limply into the blankets.
Riftan nimbly pulled his clothes over his head and climbed onto the bed. It was not the first time she had seen his naked body. Still, the way he glowed sensually in the darkness caused her heart to flutter, and she realized anew just how beautiful he was.
“Hold on to me,” he said as he lay on top of her.
Something hot and hard pushed itself between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Riftan’s body, radiating heat, weighed down on her in a curiously pleasant way.
Strange. Were they really doing what they had done three years ago? The feeling of him slowly filling her was somewhat uncomfortable, but it was not as painful as she remembered.
“Just a little more,” Riftan murmured as he stroked her hair.
The flicker of the nearby lamp cast shadows over his face.
A droplet of sweat trickled down his forehead and along his cheek before stopping at his chin.
Maxi reached her hand to his face and touched his smooth, golden skin, sending tremors through his frame.
“Ah!” Riftan moaned, pleased by her touch.
When he lowered himself, Maxi squirmed against the sudden pressure and locked her legs around his hips. A pained whimper escaped him.
“Don’t squeeze too tight.”
“I’m s-sorry…”
She gazed at him with wet eyes. They were pressed together like two lumps of clay, and each rhythmic movement kneaded and remolded her.
How was it possible to feel someone so intimately?
Ragged breaths, quickened heartbeats, feverish bodies…
Shaped into one like this, their bodies were indistinguishable.
“It feels so good…” Riftan moaned and drew her closer into his arms. Sweat dripped from his heated skin and onto her breasts.
Maxi looked up at his hardened face. He was holding back most of his moans, his brow furrowed and his features etched with pain.
“You r-really f-feel g-good…?”
Riftan broke into a smile at her expression of doubt. “Why else would I lie here with a woman who fainted earlier today?”
With that, he tightened his grip on her hips and moved his lower body in urgent need. His hot flesh pulsed deep inside her, drawing whimpers from her throat. Each time he exited and pushed slowly back in, Maxi’s body responded in rhythm.
Riftan panted, muttering hoarsely between each gasp. “I hadn’t planned to take you like this, like an animal…I wanted to let you rest…but that undergarment of yours…Ah!”
His firm abdomen pressed against hers. Maxi’s fingers left scratches on his back.
“I…I tried to hold back, but…”
Maxi could no longer hear what he was saying.
His movements became so irregular that she completely lost the rhythm.
Should she relax now, or tighten? Unable to match his motions, her body spasmed.
Just as she thought she could not bear it any longer, Riftan began to gather speed. Maxi’s legs shook.
“Maxi…” Riftan’s large hands cupped her cheeks. She squinted at him.
Why is he saying my name like that?
The longing on his face confused her. He was close, so very close, and pressed his mouth hungrily to hers.
His body, which had been bucking like a stallion, stiffened suddenly.
There was nothing left to take, yet he seemed to thirst for more.
The thing that filled her swelled and, with a pulse, it spewed forth something warm and wet.
“Ah…” Maxi gasped a moan.
She wound her arms around his sweat-slicked back as his breath fogged between them. He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding out of his chest.
“Damn it! I didn’t want to be rough this time.”
As Riftan caught his breath, Maxi gazed at him through heavy eyelids. His dark eyes, still smoldering, gleamed in the glow of the lamp. Remaining inside her, he brushed feathery kisses across her shoulders and throat.
“Did it hurt?” Riftan asked.
It had burned a little between her legs, but Maxi shook her head. He sighed in relief and kissed her temple. The intimate gesture made her heart swell—she hadn’t expected to feel this way. Maxi had anticipated pain and the bitter emptiness and shame—but none of that materialized.
“Am I crushing you? One moment.” Riftan lifted himself and slowly withdrew from her. Something viscous trickled out after him, and Maxi reflexively recoiled, drawing her legs together. Riftan firmly stopped her.
“R-Riftan…!”
“Stay still. You must be tired. Let me clean you.”
Riftan pulled the washbasin toward him and wrung out a wet towel before bringing it between her legs. With the cold towel, he gently wiped the junction of her thighs.
“Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“It d-doesn’t.” Pain was the least of her problems. She had turned beet red.
Riftan seemed not to notice, and he finished carefully, cleaning her groin before moving on to his own. She avoided his eyes, snatching up the blanket and quickly covering herself.
“You’ll get used to it soon enough,” Riftan said with an amused snort.
When he finished washing, Riftan threw himself down next to her, and Maxi squeezed her legs together in alarm. Unperturbed, Riftan moved to the center of the spacious bed and pulled her to his side with surprising grace. Pressed so close to his slick body, she squirmed.
“R-Riftan…”
“If you keep squirming like that, I’ll assume you haven’t had enough.”
It was not an empty threat—she felt him swelling against her lower belly and froze. Riftan nonchalantly slid an arm under her head and drew her closer, pulling the blanket over their bodies as he did. He slid his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes. Did he intend to sleep next to her?
“R-Riftan…”