A Mad Lady’s Confession - Chapter 11

He threw off the cumbersome pants whose front seemed ready to burst. As his large hand swept up the area beneath, hardened and bulging to his solar plexus, a clear moisture gathered at its tip.

A flash of shock crossed the face of the woman lying on the bed with her breasts bared. Watching her pale, drained expression, he tried one last confirmation.

“It’s going to hurt. A lot.”

“….”

“I can’t pretend I can keep it from hurting.”

He wanted to force his way into her even now. He wanted to hike up the skirt that fell to her ankles and push his erection between her legs. Whether she cried or not. Without thinking about her begging or hurting. Without thinking at all. That, too, wasn’t like him.

Just imagining it made sensation surge, and clear pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip. Had there ever been a time he couldn’t control it to this degree? The excitement rising from deep in his belly made the backs of his ears burn.

He rationalized it to himself: he’d waited too long while holding out to take his bride, his body must have been under a lot of stress, and that’s why his senses were heightened. This unfamiliar reaction was absolutely not because of that woman with those clear eyes.

“If you refuse, I’ll send you back safely tonight. Tomorrow morning, and after that too, it’ll be as if tonight never happened.”

“…I don’t want that.”

She shook her small face.

“I don’t want a night that disappears. I don’t want that….”

It was a night that would number only 357 at most. Eleanor didn’t want to forget. Not a single one.

When permission finally fell from her lips, relief rose in him before he could stop it. A heavy, low voice slid out over his throat.

“Then, isn’t it time we became equal?”

They were both bare below, so they were equal.

Her quick, uneven breaths tickled his ears. The hesitant movement of her hands, the set of her mouth as she made up her mind, the strip of linen traveling down beneath her breasts, over her waist, her pelvis and hips, he watched without looking away, as if carving it into himself.

At last, she was naked. The two of them, equal.

He climbed onto the bed slowly. Moving to her side, he stroked her stiff body with care. Her soft skin sent a sharp thrill through his fingertips, as if sensation itself clung there.

“…Ah.”

Eleanor was sensitive. He only touched her bare skin, yet she let out a heated breath.

When he cupped the breasts he wanted to lick the whole time, a dizzying fullness pushed against his palm, as if about to spill over. Contrary to what he expected, she hid a body that was quite lush.

When he rubbed her hardened nipples, Eleanor twisted shallowly and let out a broken cry. He caught one of them between his lips.

“Mm…!”

Another moan slipped out of her. It was him, instead, who was shaken by the sound.

“Damn it.”

Matthias pushed himself up in a rush. The rush of climax surged so hard it startled him. He had no more room for composure or manners.

He settled quickly between Eleanor’s legs. When he lifted and spread the bend of her knees, her pussy came fully into view.

“There, there… I don’t like you looking like that, just….”

When he brushed over the mound where her pubic hair lay neatly, Eleanor tried to close her legs. Holding her firmly just below the knees, he stroked the slightly damp hair. Even the slit between her plump folds gleamed wetly in the light.

The rigid, upthrust head of his cock pressed against the moist cleft of her parted folds. Using her love juices as lubricant, he rubbed himself against her.

“Hah, hah… ngh!”

“Hah… ah….”

It wasn’t even penetration. He only pressed skin to skin and ground against her, yet pleasure flooded up from her lower belly in a rush. She felt his balls tighten as if ready to release.

“Hngh…!”

The big, hard tip brushed a small hidden point in Eleanor’s thicket, and she thought she might die. The dizzying sensation she’d never felt before left her breathless, as if she might choke on it.

When the shaft rubbed firmly over that peak, something inside her finally went pop.

“Ah!”

Eleanor felt as if she was thrown up into the air, then dropped. A heady plunge of pleasure. How could bodies make a feeling like this, simply by touching?

While she tried to think, her mind kept falling, falling without end, leaving bliss trailing behind it like a tail.

A hot surge welled up deep in her belly, then seemed to leak downward.

Matthias looked down at the woman trembling through her first climax, tense with impatience. The opening below, soaked only moments ago, was too narrow. Forcing down the impulses racing through him, he carefully pushed in one finger.

“Hah, ngh….”

Even that brief insertion made Eleanor flinch. Only the first joint of his middle finger went in, yet the pressure was already heavy.

“…At this rate, I can’t put it in.”

“Hngh….”

So endure a little, he urged without words, slowly curling and pressing his finger deeper. When it finally slid all the way in, the tight squeezing that closed around him was dizzying.

“Eleanor, relax.”

“I… I can’t… ngh… nngh.”

He lowered himself and kissed her chest and cheek as if soothing her. His inserted finger moved slowly in and out, a gentle back and forth. The strange sensation drew a moan from between Eleanor’s lips, thin as if it might snap.

“Shh, good girl. I’ll make it feel good.”

Matthias knew how to satisfy a tense woman in bed. He put strength into his finger and sped up the rhythm.

When his raised thumb pressed firmly against the swollen, rounded clit, Eleanor hitched her waist at the sharp pleasure.

“Hah, hah! Ha… ngh, ah, mm…!”

When the tightness seemed to loosen a little, he pushed in another finger. The sight alone was arousing, his rough hand lodged deep in her while he stroked the red, swollen nub. Entranced, he kept his eyes there as his fingers worked slowly.

“Ah, ah! Nngh, I… there, hah! This, this is strange…!”

The wet sound grew thicker, and with every motion of his hand, moisture splashed out. Sensing her climax as her back arched, he lowered his mouth and sucked her clit hard.

“Hah, ngh! Ah! Nngh! Ah, nngh!”

Her second climax was more intense than the first. Her toes curled, and everything below her waist shook on its own.

After tasting her climax fully against his lips, Matthias lifted his body. Before she even finished trembling, he set the thick, slick head against her drenched entrance and slowly put his weight into it. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Hah….”

Each time he pushed in, the ridged inside clung to him as if it meant to squeeze him dry.

“Nngh, it’s too… big, why… ngh!”

“Does it hurt?”

Matthias asked dully. Even though he had already lost anything like reason, his inborn temperament made him ask something he didn’t even mean.

“Should I stop?”

“Ha… no. Don’t… stop….”

With tears clinging to her lashes as she shook her head, he looked down at her with fondness. He kissed her damp forehead, then lowered his hand and grabbed her plump buttocks.

“I thought so.”

With the words, he drove his hips forward hard, and the ominous, thick member that didn’t match Matthias’s refined face was swallowed into Eleanor in one stroke.

“Hah… ah….”

“Hah…!”

For a moment, both of them froze like that.

Sensations Eleanor had never felt in her life rushed in.

It ached, yet her lower body kept throbbing as if it were ringing. Sometimes it even felt good, like sparks might scatter. To Eleanor, it was all unfamiliar. Eleanor, curious by nature, had so many questions even in this moment.

How can it hurt, but still feel good?

Part of her wanted him to stay still like this, and another part wanted him to stir her up down there and scratch this itchy feeling clean.

“Eleanor, are you okay?”

At the low question, with her name in it, she suddenly felt like she might cry. Eleanor nodded and barely managed to part her lips.

“Then… ngh… h-how do you… wear trousers…?”

“…What?”

He let out a low laugh. The vibration carried straight down to her.

Then he began to move his hips. Something thick and hot slid out as if sweeping her from below, then crushed its way back in. The sensation was even more intense than the initial insertion.

“Ha… ah… ah….”

“Hah… ah, uh! Ah…!”

The obscene sound of wet flesh rubbing filled the bedroom. With Eleanor’s slender legs hooked over his shoulders, he drove his hips like he was pounding grain.

It was a position he never imagined, even an hour ago. Greedily, he grabbed Eleanor’s breasts. The way they filled his hand and still spilled over was deeply satisfying.

“Ha, hah… ah, uh, ah!”

When he changed his pace, the woman’s cries rose higher, as if they might snap.

“Ugh.”

“Ah…!”

The member he pulled out in a rush sprayed white fluid across her belly.

As the hot, thick splatter hit her, Eleanor wandered through pleasure on a level entirely different from the last two climaxes. As if something burst, bliss shattered into white fragments, and her eyes fluttered shut.

On this night, even in feeling their heightened senses, the two of them were equal in the same bed.

Without realizing it, Matthias felt a fresh swell of gratitude.

Because the first page of this summer night had only just begun.