When That Door Opens - Chapter 5

Squelch, squelch.

His arm moved forcefully and deeply, pressing his entire palm against her inner walls in a lewd dance. Each time, Yvonne let out a high-pitched moan, as if her nerves were set ablaze.

“Haa, ah! Ah, Jerome, stop!”

She felt she couldn’t endure it any longer. Her widely spread white legs were trembling uncontrollably. But no matter how she pleaded, he didn’t stop. His eyes, shining blue, remained fixed on her as his fingers continued their relentless motion.

“It’s okay, just a little more.”

“Hnnnnn! Je-Jerome…”

Squelch, squelch.

The wet sounds grew louder and faster.

“Aah! Ah, please! Jerome, I-I’m…!”

She cried out desperately, trembling and flushed red in his arms.

“Haa, Haa, hnnn!”

At that moment, Jerome changed his technique. While his palm circled her cl*t, two long fingers plunged deeply inside her.

“……Hng!”

The climax hit like a tidal wave. All Yvonne could do was cling to Jerome with all her strength.

Throb, throb.

Her inner walls clenched around his thick fingers, riding the waves of intense pleasure. At the peak of that crest, a gush of thick arousal poured out, pooling in his grasp and trickling down.

“Haa… haa…”

Yvonne’s weary head fell onto his shoulder. The intense pleasure left sweat clinging to her curly hair.

“Yvonne.”

He sweetly called her name, kissing her flushed cheek, but Yvonne hid further into his embrace. Amused by her shy movement, Jerome asked with a chuckle.

“What’s wrong, Yvonne?”

“I’m em-embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed by what you felt because of my hand?”

“No, it’s just… mmm, Jerome, you haven’t taken your clothes off yet…..”

Before him, still fully dressed, she broke down in sobs, a mess of emotions.

“It’s alright. I’ll take them off now.”

His voice, full of laughter, said that, and his fingers slipped out of her.

“…Aaah!”

The sudden movement sent a delayed wave of pleasure through her, but Yvonne couldn’t focus on it. Jerome, having almost torn off his shirt, discarded his black pants in the same manner.

Thud. The sound of clothes hitting the floor was followed by the sight of his member springing free. Though she should be used to it by now, Yvonne swallowed dryly at the sheer size, fully e***t and throbbing with prominent veins.

“Haa.”

He let out a low moan, rubbing himself slowly against the inside of her thigh. The transparent fluid from his aroused head left a slick trail. The lewd motion made Yvonne’s face flush even redder.

“It seems you haven’t lost your shyness.”

Saying that, Jerome lifted her hips.

“I want to enter you right here, just like this.”

“Eek!”

“But we’re going to relive our first night exactly as it was.”

Jerome began walking swiftly, as if her weight was nothing to him. Despite the swaying with each step, his intense gaze never left Yvonne’s eyes. Bound by his blue eyes, she felt the large hand gently pressing her down onto the bed.

“You’re so soft, Yvonne.”

Jerome removed her nightgown. His touch was vastly different from the rough way he had discarded his own clothes earlier. The whispering sound of the strings coming undone ended with her being fully exposed before him. He looked at her as if he had the world at his feet and smiled like a noble.

“Jerome…”

Over the past year, their affection for each other had grown like towering castle walls, yet sometimes Jerome would show a completely unfamiliar face. When Yvonne hesitated and tried to pull the sheet over her body, Jerome’s thick body pressed over her as he spoke softly.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful, Yvonne.”

Pure admiration brushed her ear, and before the echo faded, his hot tongue traced a long lick along her ear.

“Haaah!”

Jerome’s wicked smile spread across his face, knowing well how sensitive her ears were. He deliberately made louder kissing sounds against her delicate earlobe and whispered.

“I’m going to enter you now, Yvonne.”

His voice resonated right by her ear, making her body tremble. His hand, leisurely caressing her thigh, slowly traveled up, brushing her lower abdomen.

“Here.”

“Mmmh.”

“No, maybe here.”

Poke. His finger pressed below her navel. The sensation made Yvonne’s eyes widen. She remembered. These were the very words he had said on their first night.

As the memory from that night flared up like a spark, her face flushed. That night, despite it being her first time, she had writhed in pleasure in his arms. Knowing exactly what images were flashing through her mind, Jerome whispered sweetly as he did then.