Side Story

Andert Dietrich’s daily routine, which started early in the morning, remained unchanged after marriage. Opening his eyes at 5 AM, he completed a packed schedule before leaving the mansion by 7 AM.

However, he avoided scheduling late evening appointments or meetings whenever possible, which was entirely to accommodate Chloe’s lifestyle. And he kept at least one day of the weekend as free as possible.

That’s why this Sunday morning was exceptionally leisurely.

Andert had awakened some time ago but remained in bed without getting up. Sunlight was already seeping through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in bright light.

Lounging around without purpose felt unfamiliar. But he wanted to fully enjoy the warmth against his skin.

He carefully pulled Chloe closer in his arms. Her breathing was still quiet, deep in exhausted sleep. Andert quietly listened to the sound of her breathing.

Despite being married, there were moments when he still couldn’t believe this happiness. Now was one of those times.

As if afraid of losing the love he had nearly lost forever through his own foolishness, he tightened his arms around her. Wind continuously rushed through the half-open window.

The coolness was pleasant, but Andert was displeased that all traces of last night’s heat were disappearing without a trace. He also regretted the time they spent apart when Chloe had gone down to Bergen for work.

His lips, which had settled on her brown hair, slid down to her forehead.

His breath, now landing on her soft eyelids, carried a sticky warmth. His fingertips, which combed through her disheveled hair like a sparse comb, also began to fill with heat.

Every part of her skin already bore marks he had left. He was aware that he often, no, almost always drove Chloe to her limits in bed.

But even though he was aware of it, he couldn’t control himself in those moments.

Behind the love he had discovered too late lurked a desire whose magnitude he himself couldn’t fully gauge. Sometimes, when a sticky thirst rose even at Chloe’s faint smile, he felt it wasn’t normal.

When his fingertips, tracing up her waistline, reached her chest, Chloe in his arms twisted her waist with a squirm.

“Andert?”

Even her voice, husky from just waking up, was lovely. The fact that it was his name Chloe called so naturally in this disheveled state ignited the rising heat.

“What time is it now……”

The question, delivered half-drunk with sleep, was immediately blocked by his hand grasping her br*ast. When a faint m*an escaped her slightly parted lips, Andert swallowed even that breath.

By the time Chloe came to her senses, he had already completely covered her body with his.

Her consciousness, intoxicated with sleep until just before, was defenseless under his tongue and lips that invaded so explicitly. Only when her breath rose to the edge of her chin did Andert face her and whisper softly.

“Did you sleep well?”

It was a question that didn’t match his thumb slowly caressing the still soft tip of her br*ast and his leg pushing between her defenseless knees. Startled by the heat that rushed in as soon as she opened her eyes, Chloe answered quietly.

“Yes. And you?”

Judging by the sunlight pouring in, it was time to get up.

But the man who nodded and leaned in heavily showed no such intention. Being pressed together like this, where even the slightest changes in expression could be seen clearly in the bright light, felt unfamiliar.

As if sensing Chloe’s hesitation, Andert kissed her neck. His lips, which passed over the hollow of her collarbone, began to trace over the bruises he had left the night before.

It was a meticulous yet persistent stimulation that awakened sensations throughout her entire body. As his lips descended, Chloe’s m*ans, which she couldn’t suppress, burst forth.

“Andert, we should get up……”

Her urgent attempt to stop him was futile. Andert untangled her intertwined legs without exerting any particular force.

Even when he raised her knees and spread her legs wide, Chloe tried to pull him up by holding onto his solid shoulders. But Andert, ignoring her desperation, buried his face.

His golden hair, pushing into her private parts that had been thoroughly tormented last night, was disheveled over her flat lower abdomen. To be facing him in this position at this hour when morning was fully bright—perhaps this was some kind of *rotic dream.

But this vivid sensation couldn’t be a dream. Amidst it all, he added the lewdness of sucking on her gentle mound and exploring the crevice hidden beneath with his tongue. Chloe clutched the sheets at the rising dizziness. Though she wanted to push his body away, she couldn’t move because of his arm firmly holding her waist.

Her body, which had been stiff before fully waking from sleep, gradually melted into softness under the caresses. Her red flesh, stimulated to the point of being stirred up, also began to moisten.

“Mmm.”

A m*an, heavily suppressed for fear that someone passing through the corridor might hear, mixed with her rough breathing. The identity of what was persistently rubbing and licking her now heated private parts was clear enough without looking.

The hard bridge of his nose, soft lips, and wet tongue. Even his teeth, which gently crushed various spots without causing pain, and his cold fingers.

It was she who felt suffocated by Andert’s persistence, never rushing. The tingling sensation as he circled her most sensitive peak was enough to make her shudder.

Chloe’s waist bounced up at the explicit sound of bodily fl*ids sticking between his long fingers. Finally, she held onto the man’s arm that was stirring her lower region with both hands and pleaded.

“Please……”

Chloe sobbed, not knowing exactly what she wanted. The pleasure covering her entire body was sharp yet ecstatic.

The panting coming from her mouth was embarrassing even to her own ears. As Chloe tried to close her eyes in undisguisable shame, Andert, who had raised his head, was quicker.

The man, who made her meet his gaze so she couldn’t avoid his eyes, showed not the slightest hint of hesitation despite being the very person who had engaged in an act impossible to describe in words since morning. He repeatedly kissed Chloe’s eyes and cheeks. Holding her flushed face, Andert thr*st his hips forward in one motion.

He reached her deepest point with a single, forceful movement and let out a thick groan. The sudden intensity sharply contrasted with his earlier restraint. As her pelvis slid upward from the impact, he pulled her tightly against him.

Between them, his c*ck, thrusting deeply as if crushing, swelled fiercely as if to prove its presence. Chloe trembled and shook her shoulders at the fullness filling her entire body.

“I love you.”

He wanted to take out all these emotions, show them, and have them acknowledged one by one.

Andert’s love was like that. The deeper his feelings for Chloe grew, the more childish whims he never knew he had seemed to coil up as well.

The bedroom soon filled with rough breathing and obscene splashing sounds. Andert, who had pulled his waist far back, quickly penetrated again.

With a thud, as flesh collided, he firmly grasped Chloe’s round buttocks. It was a merciless strength, but his lips sucking on her earlobe were incongruously tender.

In the dizzily shaking field of vision, Chloe clung to his arms and shoulders. Andert’s lips, which seemed particularly impatient today, dug deep into her neck. The moaning sounds that kept escaping through her closed teeth were embarrassing. The tingling sensation tickling her stomach was equally overwhelming.

But she didn’t want to push away Andert, who was putting his full weight on her. Rather, she wanted to pull him close. Having shed the embarrassment of the bright place and time where there was no way to avoid his gaze, Chloe honestly followed that desire.

She extended her arms to the man who sat up.

“I want to kiss you.”

Andert, who had been taking in all of Chloe with his eyes, bent his waist as if he had been waiting.

The movement penetrating with sweet lips was violent and fierce. After burying himself in Chloe’s deepest part, he stopped the long kiss and entangled their gazes.

Chloe now also didn’t close her eyes and fully took him in with her gaze. It was still embarrassing to stare into each other’s eyes in moments like this.

“Show me your face, Chloe.”

At first, she didn’t properly understand the meaning conveyed in a moment when breath reached her chin. But now she knew. Andert didn’t simply want to see something; he wanted to feel her heart fully directed toward him.

If so, as much as he wanted.

Chloe willingly faced him with eyes completely wet. In that moment when their gazes intertwined, an overwhelming ecstasy rushed in.

It was a cl*max that came simultaneously with confirming each other’s love. Andert, within that gaze, choked up and spilled his *jaculation that had crossed the threshold. The lingering sticky desire continued for a long time.

He bound Chloe, who was trembling, and captured her face, flushed peach-colored, in his eyes as if afraid to miss even a moment. When the satisfaction of being loved added to the pleasure that had reached its extreme, a languid fullness rose.