Under the Oak Tree

Chapter 44 – I Am Thirsty For You (2) | 19

Max felt her mind going mush at the sensation, his hot tongue flicking the tip, swirling around it, grazing his teeth with great expertise. He suckled like a newborn babe, making her gasp as familiar heat pooled in her stomach.

“Rif-Riftan…” she gasped, hands unconsciously reaching out to grasp his head, uncertain whether pushing him closer or the opposite would cease the fire inside.

“Don’t say you don’t want it. Say it. Say you want me.”

He demanded callously, staring at her with a gaze full of ardor that seemed to devour her. She felt her heart skip a beat under his intense orbs.

“I, I…”

“Let me fill you up,” he continued, sounding as if he was purring at her, “Let me feel the warmth of your insides. I am like a man in a desert, dying of thirst. I’m thirsty for you.”

The desperation in his tone wasn’t forgotten as he dove in for her lips once more, and her arms wounded automatically around his neck, as they both fell onto bed in a heap of tangled limbs and scattered clothes.

Shame, excitement, fear, and ecstasy swept through her heart. Max was buried under sheets that surrounded her, making her feel as if she was floating up in clouds as she hazily accepted his lips.

He pulled out her hairpin, undoing her hair that she elaborately put up, her locks cascading down her face like waterfalls. When that was done, he moved down and pulled her skirt off of her.

When the cool air brushed against her flushed, vulnerable body, she felt her come back to her senses and began to sit up.

“First, first we have to wash up…” she excused, but he stopped her from sitting up further, and pushed her back down.

“So you can fall asleep again? Not a chance.”

He cut her off any further excuse with another searing kiss and grabbed one of her peaks, his palms causing trembling sensations. The wet, soft lump of flesh was being squeezed, as he continued kneading the plump peaks.

“I’ll wash you later so…” he tells her as he continues to mold her body to his specifications.

She couldn’t help but go along with it, following every sensation as she turned putty before his very eyes. She gasped in pleasure, limbs struggling to take a hold of the sheets as she tried to anchor herself to reality.

He didn’t stop his ministrations, relentlessly pulling and twisting the sensitive nub of her paks as she keened. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling something new making way into her gut as the heat intensified all the more.

“Fee, feels…. wei, weird…” she murmured

She was flailing harder than usual but she couldn’t care less to feel embarrassed of how she writhed beneath him.

Riftan moved his other hand, stroking her behind her ear, cradling her face, placing himself between her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist. He hovered over her, his body dwarfing her petite frame, his hips moved closer to her nether regions, before his clothed member rubbed against her entrance.

Not right, something was missing.

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

With his free hand, he swiftly untied his pants and kissed her again, pulling his pants down to his ankles and pushing them off. Their tongues gently entangled around each other as they kissed, battling for dominance.

Max lost herself in the burning passion as the tip of his raw member rubbed against her already wet entrance ready for him. Unconsciously, her legs widened, making his descent a little easier as he pushed himself inside in one slow thrust, fully sheathing himself in her.

She writhed at the sensation. Her nails dug into his flesh, forming half moons as she clung to him. Riftan’s body felt tense as he entered her. He let out a groan as he felt her warmth clamp from all sides around him.

“Damn… don’t tighten so much…” he tells her, almost pleading.

“Sor-sor-sorry…”

“Breathe, let out a long breath… yes, just like that…”

She could taste the wine on his tongue, smell it on his breath as he continued to overwhelm her. She felt like a fish out of water, gasping for air at the fullness in her. She could feel his member begin to throb inside with every thrust.

“Would dunking your body into hot cream feel like this…”

His sweet words did not match his face, which had a grim look, almost as if he was getting tortured. Max tried her best to somehow adapt to the feeling of him inside her, her hips moving. The slightly coarse fabric was somehow constantly stimulating her already sensitive skin.

Unable to resist any longer, Riftan began moving his hips.

“Ah, ah!”

His throbbing member thrusted in her, pulling out until only his tip remained before moving back in an almost excruciating manner. Never had she felt so wet and hot inside, and he melted with every thrust. Max on the other hand felt the passionate sensation sweep her body to oblivion.

He bent down, suckling on her abandoned chest, and she felt that burning sensation intensify at the added action. Her body shook incessantly, her thighs slicking as her legs pushed herself further, deeper into Riftan with every thrust.

Very close. She could feel herself getting close to her own zenith, and so was Riftan from the slight pressure she could feel from his hands around her, grabbing her dearly for life.

“Don’t, don’t want…” she gasped out in alarm as she began squirming beneath him, but her body wasn’t listening to her as it kept squeezing him in acceptance.

And just like that, she felt herself get lost in a bright white light as she was pushed over the edge. Her heart thumped against her chest. As she was still reeling, she realized Riftan hadn’t stopped yet.

She felt like crying at the over stimuli, she clung onto him harder as she felt losing herself completely over the pleasure. And as he pummeled into her with the same need to extinguish the heat in his body, she felt like drowning closer into him.

Max didn’t know it was possible to feel both pleasure and pain simultaneously.

Her body wracked as he kept moving, picking up the pace, bringing them closer if it were any possible. The decadent sounds of his lower region slapping against her thighs filled her ears. She couldn’t bear it any longer. Just as she was about to move away, Riftan lifted her up and sat her on his lap, thrusting deeper into her than before. Her legs straddled him, widening as she sank down further, taking his length in as he hit her cervix.

“Ah, ahh…” There was a pause as he filled her to the brim, and her hips unconsciously twitched at the electrifying stimulation at their intertwined bodies at the core..

He grabbed her curved backside and mumbled. “A little more… feel me a bit more, Maxi…” And then he slowly moved her against him, slick, warm skin rubbing over skin.

Max desperately clung to his neck, thrilled at the position that he entered her insides. An embankment once broken had no way to stop — every time he dug in and closed their bodies, her waist shook by itself and squeezed his length as if to demand something.

Right when she couldn’t stand the heat and stimulation any longer, he stopped his movements, a rough exhale coming from his lips. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt something lukewarm spread deep inside her belly and a drop of sweat rolled around her eyes, trickling down her cheeks like a tear.

“I thought I was gonna die.”

He mumbled as he licked down the drop of sweat. Max, still unable to recover her self-control, looked up at his flushed face with a hazed vision. His black pupils were burning up and down through his now messy hair, as if he wasn’t still satisfied with his feast.

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Phew!! Are you all still breathing? Will be posting another chapter in a few hours.