Chapter 30
For a first experience, it was an almost painfully overwhelming stimulation. My body, out of control, jerked upward on its own, squeezing down below. Frightened, I could only cling more tightly to Claude with both arms and legs.
At the same time, Claude, as if he could no longer hold back, pushed even deeper into me, grinding against our bodies already joined with no space in between, pressing further into my embrace. I vaguely sensed the warmth of his release spreading inside me.
“Kgh… haa, Ayla…”
“Ha, ah, hngh…”
With my mind empty, I caught my breath. My body, which had been convulsing sporadically, slowly began to calm down thanks to Claude’s body heat and weight. My mind was blank and I couldn’t muster any strength at all.
So, is it finally over…? I was just gasping for breath, feeling as if I might pass out, when I suddenly felt a tearing sensation down below before I even had a chance to rest.
“Young Master…? Why is this…?”
Aren’t you done? Why are you pushing in again instead of stopping? Wasn’t it over?
But the question marks that popped up in my head couldn’t stop his body as it pressed in again.
I didn’t know for sure, but… Even considering he was young and full of energy, wasn’t this too much?
That thought too was shattered by the relentless waves that followed, like aftershocks of an earthquake.
Our first night together, which went on for quite a while afterward, was hot and exhausting.
That night, we couldn’t get any closer, as if we were desperate beasts unable to get enough of each other.
Though we lacked skill or experience, we clumsily reached for each other, asking for more.
However, the more we came together, the more I felt fulfilled, but Claude’s face remained somehow uneasy, even after greedily devouring me.
I wondered why, but even that question faded away, buried in the heat of the night.
He came at me as if he didn’t know satisfaction, as if the more he drank, the thirstier he became.
I had no idea why, but I didn’t know how to push him away. That long, long day continued for quite a while afterward.
* * *
For the first time since meeting Claude, I slept in his bed. Or rather, ‘passed out’ would be a more accurate description.
After a day and night of relentless lovemaking, I was completely spent.
Watching Claude being so excessively aggressive, I wondered if maybe all I had to do was ask him to just hold me, instead of making him angry to get what I wanted… But by then, it was too late.
There was something else I hadn’t expected: my assumption that sharing bodies would bring our hearts closer was completely wrong.
“Don’t get the wrong idea just because we spent one night together. Keep out of sight and behave yourself, quietly.”
Sitting together in the bath where I’d always washed him, Claude said that.
“And don’t go poking around with other guys because of your so-called curiosity. Just know that you’ll end up ruined along with them. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Honestly, I couldn’t really understand why he was acting so on edge, like a wounded beast, but I nodded as if I understood.
Unlike his sharp words, the way he so gently washed me with soap was even more bewildering. It felt discordant, his words and actions so mismatched.
If I could, I would have told him that making that kind of face while saying those things wasn’t scary at all, it just made me misunderstand him even more. But with my voice so hoarse, it was impossible.
“This is just… because of lust. It’s not because you’re special.”
He muttered that like a self-hypnosis… even as his lust-filled hands kneaded my b*****s. What was the point of that, really…
Anyway, if doing that could put Claude’s heart at ease, then I’d gladly let myself roll around in the fake mess that was created.
And as it turned out, my wish lasted far longer than I’d ever expected.
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