Please Forget Me - Chapter 49

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“Uuhh!”

With my back arched, I leaned into his supporting hand and moaned, tilting my head back. Then, unintentionally twisting below, the motion pushed him out before he thrust back in.

“Ah!”

Johann, realizing I had stopped moving, took over the rhythm and drove up from beneath me. He didn’t let go of my n-pples while stroking between my legs.

“Uh, ah, Johann, ah, oh…”

The simultaneous stimulation between my chest and inside me was too much to bear. It felt like I was on the edge just from a few movements of his hips and tongue. But I need to hold back even if I can’t stand it. I shouldn’t c-m even when I feel like c-mming, because…

Creak-creak-creak.

The bed creaked annoyingly under us.

If we kept this up, we might again hear calls from below to cease our ‘fornication.’

“Uh, Johann, stop…”

When I pushed him away out of concern, Johann let go of my n-pple with a sheepish smile, having sucked it into a swollen red. He kissed it gently, like a gentleman, despite having just been ravenous.

“It’s not because it hurts that I want to stop…”

I pressed down on him to halt his movements, then wrapped my arms around my chest and started to sway my hips gently. Understanding my intention, Johann sighed deeply.

But why did he start to unbutton his shirt? As Johann spread his shirt open, exposing his chest, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

I thought I couldn’t move in this position…

I was wrong. My lower body was free to sway even while pressed against Johann’s firm chest. I was leaning on him and it made it surprisingly easier to move.

Squeak-squeak.

I rocked my hips back and forth, up and down, comfortably nestled in Johann’s embrace. Each movement made my b*****s jiggle, but pressed against his solid chest, they didn’t feel heavy or bothersome at all.

“Ah, uh…”

“Haa…”

The friction between us was intense, almost too much to bear.

“Ah, ah…”

I gripped him inside with all my might, moving my hips until I was breathless. I was lost in the moment that I had forgotten myself and was now beginning to forget myself again while Johann showered my ear with kisses and whispered declarations of love.

“My love…”

But soon, he began to forget himself too as he mercilessly thrusted and poured out breaths and moans like a beast into my ear.

“Ah, ugh!”

As a gasp akin to that of someone being choked escaped, Johann suddenly lifted my hips with both hands. The moment his length slid out, a warm fluid sprayed across my backside.

It was a close call today, signifying how much Johann enjoyed our time together.

“Rize, thank you.”

“Ah…”

“I love you.”

As always, after our lovemaking, I found comfort in his chest, receiving kisses all over my face. I felt prouder and more content than ever. The struggle to keep going, chanting ‘just one more time’, proved worthwhile.

But then, noticing my trembling thighs, Johann caressed them and sighed.

“Maybe we should replace chopping wood ten times with being on top twice.”

“That sounds like a very, very good idea.”

Though achieving this might be more challenging than chopping wood 10 times, the journey there would undoubtedly be more enjoyable.

‘Uh? We should wash up first…’

I thought Johann was laying me down to rest for the night, but then he climbed on top of me. I opened my legs willingly, yet looked up at him with a puzzled face.

“You haven’t c-mmed yet.”

“Ah…”

I hadn’t mastered the art of reaching climax together. This time, I was so focused on pleasing Johann that I didn’t finish. I thought he hadn’t noticed, but it seemed he was more attentive than I realized.

“If you do it, there will be noise…”

Glancing briefly at the floor, I pulled Johann closer and whispered enticingly in his ear as if urging him towards mischief.

“Come inside quickly.”

I intended not to give Mrs. Becker another chance to interrupt us.

Given the heat from our constant friction, a few movements would likely ignite the fuse to climax.

“Ah…”

His thick presence pushed through and opened me. The sensation of his flesh dragging deep against the tender flesh was intense.

Why does it feel like sparks are flying from the friction between our wet skins? Even with just the insertion, I felt close to the edge.

Creak-creak-creak.

“Uh, ah…”

Johann lifted my thighs, pressing them up and started moving his hips. The sight of the dark colored flesh moving in and out was blatant. My face felt hotter and so did my body. With each thrust like driving a stake…

“Ah!”

He precisely targeted the spot that felt the most intense.

“Ah… Johann, I’m going to…”

The heavy tip’s movements were relentless, focusing on that one spot with heavy pressure. This time will be huge. I was already overwhelmed by the building sensation, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.