Chapter 108
A flat spot. That was why, when learning horseback riding, the very first thing one usually mastered was how to hold on while positioned at the very center of the horse’s back, where the strain was least.
And so, two people riding together on the same horse were inevitably pressed close to one another.
…Which was why, with every movement of the horse, I could feel it so vividly. The hard shaft rubbing between my b******s.
“…Mm.”
I cleared my throat awkwardly. The distance between Danel and me was far closer than I had expected.
Then, Danel let go of the reins in his left hand and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. His tall, straight nose grazed the nape of my neck.
“…Now do you understand why I tried to walk instead?”
“……”
“You know it too, don’t you? That I am not the kind of man who can simply hold the reins without a single thought.”
Barely forcing the words out, Danel pressed his lips firmly against my shoulder, as though trying to restrain himself with that alone.
But the situation only grew worse. The horse had begun to walk over a hardened, packed-down path, and its back shook all the more.
With every step the horse took, his abruptly stiffened manhood rubbed between my b******s. Through the fabric of our clothes, the swollen tip pressed against my tailbone, and each time, damp heat spread further.
After several such contacts, Danel clenched his teeth and tensed his legs. It was an effort to somehow maintain an upright posture.
But the more strength he put into it, the greater the rebound became. Each time his weight shifted, his manhood rubbed against me even harder.
“…Ughm.”
A muffled groan escaped Danel.
I glanced back to steal a look at his expression. His hand was still gripping the reins, yet his lips never once lifted away from the nape of my neck or my shoulder. Were it not for his thighs supporting my weight as well, that unstable posture might have already sent us both tumbling off the horse.
Not that I could blame him.
Each time Danel’s breath brushed against my nape, I flinched and stiffened. I tried to consciously relax, surrendering myself to the horse’s steady rise and fall, but it was useless. The faint tremors that had begun deep in my lower belly refused to cease.
I squeezed my eyes shut and drew in a deep breath.
“Hhh….”
Clip-clop, clip-clop.
The sound of the horse’s iron shoes striking the ground echoed through the still forest. The horse’s gait was steady, showing no sign of agitation.
And yet, my own breathing grew more and more ragged. Danel’s hand pressed against me, his thighs shifting beneath me…
His chest, pressed flush against my back, sent sharp tingles through my heightened nerves.
From the arm he had wrapped around my waist radiated a taut tension. Even through the thin layers of my dress, I was acutely aware of his heat. Though the spring breeze carried the heavy scent of flowers, the warmth clinging to me refused to dissipate.
Moisture had already begun to dampen the cleft of my b******s. It was only natural. We knew each other’s bodies too well. Danel must have realized that I was becoming aroused.
“…..”
Danel said nothing now. But even his silence told me enoughthat he had no intention of letting go of my waist, nor could he correct the posture of leaning against my shoulder.
And yet… we couldn’t simply stay like this.
As if he shared the same thought, Danel tightened his hold on the reins. In response, the horse quickened its pace. My body was jolted even more violently up and down.
Danel’s grip on me only grew stronger. He clutched my waist firmly, his breath ragged and uneven.
I could feel his heartbeat pounding harshly against my back.
‘What should I do?’
I hesitated for a moment.
Should I really spend the next hour feeling my husband’s aroused member rubbing against me like this, or should I stop holding back and…
…it wouldn’t be difficult.
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