SIDE STORY 4 (Part 3)

Her steps quickened as they headed to their bedroom. Her heart was racing, and she was eager, so she practically dragged Dian along. He quietly chuckled and followed along, matching her pace.

In the spacious bedroom, unsure of where to go, she led Dian to the sofa for now. She sat him down and sat on top of him, facing him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Dian, familiarly, placed his hands on her lower back. From such a close distance that their noses almost touched, their gazes met.

“You have a twinkle in your eye, Rienn.”

“Yes.”

She replied briefly, filled with excitement. Contrary to her, Dian seemed very calm. There was a serene look in his eyes that didn’t seem like they were about to have s*x. He blinked, then once again unb*ttoned the front of her dress.

“Please nurse from the side the baby didn’t feed from.”

Of course, the baby didn’t always feed equally from both sides. As much as she tried to make sure the baby ate from both sides, it wasn’t always the same. Dian knew that if one side was empty before bed, the other side would be sore.

“Of course.”

Unlike when she nursed the baby, she completely pulled her arms out of her sleeves and slid her dress down. As she removed the c*mbersome underwear and br*ast pad, a strong smell of milk wafted out, mingling with the faint scent emanating from the baby. Dian seemed to inhale deeply for a moment, then buried his lips in her right br*ast.

“Ah…….”

His lips nibbled at the soft, tender flesh and found the n*pple, his tongue darting out to lick it from the bottom to the top. He pressed and licked around, spreading saliva, before finally sucking deeply on the n*pple.

The sensation of milk gushing out from the milk ducts was refreshing and tantalizing. Unconsciously, she placed her arms on his shoulders, and Dian’s hands also moved up from her waist, kneading both br*asts. Pressing the flesh stimulated milk secretion.

“Hmph…….”

While milk flowed out from the right side as he sucked, droplets formed on the n*pple of the left side and fell off one by one. Tiny milk droplets swelled up and merged into a large milk droplet. Milk was being drained steadily from the right br*ast, stimulated by his hands and mouth.

Unlike when nursing the baby, there was a strange erotic sensation that had not been present before. The healing rituals of the past came to mind often.

Dian skillfully caressed the br*asts and nursed on them. He teased her left n*pple, coating it with milk, then wrapped his already milk-soaked hand around the flesh and squeezed it firmly. On the right side, he made a C shape with his hand, pressing from the milk ducts to the n*pple with his fingertips. He eagerly sucked up the milk that ejected out.

“D-Dian…”

The exhilarating pl*asure quickly ar*used her down below. It felt like a fiery lump was alive and breathing in her belly, and hot juices flowed out like lava, soaking her underwear. She pressed her heated mound against his swollen bulge, her hips trembling. Dian momentarily stiffened his body, then resumed his teasing with his hands and mouth.

They were doing the same things they always did, but today, even though there was more they could do, Dian’s attitude seemed lukewarm.

She was so eager, but Dian wasn’t much. She moved actively to quench her thirst and tempt him. She reached down and unb*ttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Dian remained passive, but soon his er*ect manhood rose up.

It was hot…

That massive thing emitted a fierce heat.

She couldn’t take off her underwear because Dian’s body was in front of her with her legs spread, so she pulled the fabric covering her intimate area to the side. She pressed their lower bodies together, flesh on flesh. 

“Ah…!”

The raw surface was hot and vivid. As she rubbed against it, her juices spread smoothly, making everything slick. When pressed together and rubbed, the folds in her p*ssy gradually opened, and thick veins and crevices that split her g*nitalia rubbed in a straight line. Pleasure spread from her cl*toris to her v*ginal opening as it was pressed into her at once.

“Ah, ah…”

She flexed her hips continuously, rubbing her intimate parts. Despite the slickness of the juices between them, they were both so hot that the heat of friction seemed to set them ablaze. She applied pressure, but his c*ck remained intact, and her p*ssy flesh crumbled like a crusty bread. The gap grew wider and her cl*t swelled. It was scratched by the thick veins that protruded.

It felt electrifying. It was almost scary how intense the pl*asure was, but she was deeply immersed in it, her hips buckling uncontrollably. At the same time, Dian sucked deeply on her br*asts, drawing the milk into his mouth.

From the tip of the n*pples to the base of the br*asts, numerous threads inside the flesh were pulled, and milk flowed out. She couldn’t distinguish between the refreshing sensation of discharge and the lascivious sensation of caressing. Different types of pl*asure spread through her right br*ast.

Splat, splish…

Milk shot from her left n*pple like a water gun. It was definitely dripping, and it was coming out in multiple lines without her even realizing it. He kept cupping her br*ast and pushed her ar*ola with his fingertips to open the milk gland. A strong stream of milk soaked Dian’s body and clothes.

“Ah…”

The thick smell of milk permeated her nostrils. Milk flowed from her br*asts while juices flowed from below without respite. It was the end of a long wait. The anticipation of penetration made her more ar*used than ever, and she couldn’t stop the lewd movements and the flowing juices.

She was too impatient.

She hastily proceeded with penetration. She grabbed his sturdy sh*ft directly, lowered the angle, and moved back, aligning the gl*ns with her v*ginal opening. Her heart raced, and her breath quickened. The huge gl*ns were about to enter the v*gina and everything around it.

It was just like their first time.

Reliving the memory, she moved his sh*ft, prodding and spreading her opening just as Dian had done.

“Huh…”

She was sweating because it wasn’t working like she wanted it to. She struggled to get it in deep enough, she whimpered, but Dian, who had been watching her, suddenly spoke softly.

“Rienn.”

“Huh?”

Ah, this is exhausting.

She paused for a moment and met his gaze. His deep blue eyes were as calm as the sea at night.

“What if we postpone penetration for a little while?”

“…?”

She couldn’t believe her ears.

“I checked some books, and it seems that the recommended time for postpartum intercourse varies. Some say six weeks, but others suggest waiting until eight weeks or even until the 100th day, with most recommending longer than six weeks.”

“But… Herta said six weeks, and I said I’m recovering fast, so it should be fine.”

“Yeah, but after reading about waiting until the 100th day, I felt that six weeks might be too early.”

“…”

She understood the reason behind his lukewarm attitude. 

He hadn’t planned on doing it today.