Under the Oak Tree



Chapter 9: Chapter 9

“You’re beautiful.”

Riftan whispered happily as he admired her flushed cheeks, his face changing markedly. His piercing eyes softened, and the corners of his hard lips curved into a boyish smile.

His shapely lips covering hers, his fingers touched her delicately like a bard playing his lute. Maxi’s ears turned red at the wet sounds coming from her body. Odd sensations began to simmer inside her, causing her to quiver and her toes to curl. She instinctively tried to escape his touch, but Riftan only pursued her more insistently.

“Ah…!”

A flash of lightning passed from her lower belly to the top of her head. Maxi held on to Riftan’s shoulders tightly. She felt his thick chest rumble with laughter.

“Does it feel good here?”

“N-No… It d-doesn’t…”

She was suddenly afraid. Her flush had spread down to her chest, and she could not believe that the strange voice coming out of her mouth was her own. Feeling her limbs melt, she buried her face in his shoulder to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her. His uncompromising attention on that most intimate part created a heat within her that burned to the point of being unbearable. Maxi whimpered and panted, feeling as if her insides might evaporate.

“S-stop… ah!”

“It’s all right. Just let yourself feel it.”

He paid her pleas no heed and continued his torturous caresses. What am I supposed to feel?

Maxi’s lips trembled. His hands began to move faster. Something below bubbled up before erupting, sending tremors through her body. She screamed, thrashing for release. He drew her in closer.

Trembling helplessly, Maxi rubbed her forehead against Riftan’s neck. Her body writhed, and her legs shook. She could feel the drum of his quickened heartbeat. Like a man dying of thirst, he drank in the air with erratic gulps.

“This was all I could think about while I was stuck in that living hell. The feel of your body, you melting in my arms… I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He hungrily sucked on her lips and returned to stimulating the still sensitive part. She whimpered and shook her head. There was no escape from the flood of overwhelming sensations.

His tongue traced a damp path around her ear, his fingers pushing into her wet entrance. As his fingers encroached on her body, she felt her most delicate muscles contract. Riftan breathed a low growl into her ear.

“Do you know how soft and warm you are below?”

He began to murmur to himself. Maxi felt his fingers inching out before thrusting deep inside. She felt mild discomfort at the slight friction, but it was not as painful as she remembered.

Was her memory of that first night all wrong? Never had she felt a sensation so tender, warm, and intense. His thumb continued to roll over the piece of flesh it had been teasing as his fingers slid in deeper. The back of her neck tingled.

Panting, Maxi tried to get used to this curious sensation, feeling as though she had landed in a different world. Just yesterday, she had thought him a frightening man and doubted whether she would ever grow to be comfortable with him. Now, she was clinging to his neck and allowing him to touch her all over. She found it surreal but not disagreeable.

“Loosen up a little.”

“It h-hurts…”

“Relax. You have to relax so it won’t hurt when I enter you.”

When I enter you. The shock of his words did not last long. As his fingers moved slowly inside her, Maxi’s mind went blank. Her legs trembled lightly. She panted breathlessly. He peppered kisses on her forehead, temples, and eyelids, whispering with unrestrained passion.

“I’ll tell you what to do. Trust me and relax.”

She shook her head in confusion. He gently stroked the back of her head and pushed his fingers in deeper. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

“I c-can’t… d-don’t know h-how…”

“Breathe out… relax your body, slowly…”

She exhaled, long and slow. Gradually, she felt her body relax. He kissed her cheeks as if to praise her and stroked the length of her back.

“Now, try to tighten this part.”

He showed her which part she should squeeze by pressing and rubbing it. Without even thinking about it, she felt her body tighten and squeeze his fingers. He laughed again.

“You’re driving me mad. No, that was a compliment. Relax again… Yes, just like that.”

As she loosened her body, he entered. When he slid out, she squeezed again.

“Ah…”

He muttered something inaudibly. Her body began to contract and relax on its own as heat coursed through her veins. Her legs writhed, her waist twisted, and her thighs began to shake uncontrollably. And then she felt another eruption.

She pressed her face into his shoulder, waiting for the overpowering sensation to pass. Something trickled down her legs.

“Shh. You were so good,” Riftan whispered as he laid her flat on the bed. Still riding the high of the climax, Maxi slumped on the blanket.

Riftan nimbly pulled his clothes over his head and climbed onto the bed. It was not the first time she had seen his bare body. Still, the sensual sight of him glowing in the darkness made her heart flutter, and she realized once again how beautiful he was.

“Hold on to me.”

He lay on top of her, and she felt something push itself between her thighs. She encircled her arms around his neck. Pulsing with heat, Riftan’s body weighed down on her. Strange. Were they really doing what they had done three years prior? The feeling of him filling her was uncomfortable but not as painful as she remembered.

“Just a little more…”

Riftan murmured as he ran a hand over the back of her head. The flicker of the lamp sitting near the headboard cast shadows on his face. A droplet of sweat trickled down his forehead and along his cheek before coming to a stop at his chin. Maxi reached her hand to touch the sparkling bead on his smooth, golden skin, sending tremors through him.

“Ah!”

When he lowered himself, Maxi twisted at the sudden pressure, locking her legs around him. A pained whimper escaped him.

“Don’t squeeze too tight.”

“I’m s-sorry…”

She looked at him with wet eyes. They were pressed together like lumps of clay, and, with each rhythmic movement of their bodies, she was kneaded and remolded. How was it possible to feel another being so intimately? Ragged breaths, quickened heartbeats, feverish bodies… Shaped into one, their bodies were indistinguishable.

“It feels so good…”

Riftan moaned and drew her closer into his arms. Sweat dripped from his shoulders onto her breasts. She looked up at his hardened face. He was holding back his moans with furrowed brows and a pained look on his face. Did this really feel good?

“You r-really f-feel g-good…?”

Riftan’s face broke into a smile at her expression of doubt. “Why else would I lay here with a woman who fainted today?”

With that, he tightened his grip on her waist and moved his lower body in urgent need. His hot flesh pulsed deep inside her, drawing a whimper from her. Each time he exited and pushed in again slowly, Maxi’s body responded in rhythm as he had taught her. Riftan panted, muttering hoarsely between each gasp.

“I hadn’t planned to take you like a crazy 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…”

She could no longer hear what he was saying. His movements became so irregular to the point that she was unsure of when she should relax and tighten herself. Unable to match his motions, her body spasmed. Even as she thought that she could not bear it any longer, he gathered speed. Maxi’s legs shook.

“Maxi…”

Large hands held her cheeks. She squinted at him.

Why is he calling me like that?

Seeing longing in his face, she became confused. In that moment, she felt as though he was very close to her. He took her face into his hands and showered her with kisses. Then his body, which had been bucking like a stallion, stiffened. There was nothing left to take, yet he seemed to thirst for more. The thing filling her swelled even more, then with a pulse, it spewed forth something warm and wet.

“Ah…”

Maxi wound her arms around his sweat-slicked back, watching his breath fog. Then 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 he tried to catch his breath, she gazed at him through heavy eyelids. His dark eyes, still smoldering, gleamed in the dark. Remaining inside her, he brushed feathery kisses on her shoulders and nape.