Side Story 4

“Ah, Helen…”

Her excited core tightened around him. As Raymond moved his hips, pressing his upper body against Helen’s back, he grabbed her br*ast with a hand slick with her own essence. The flesh that bulged between his fingers glistened with moisture. He roughly played with her reddened tip, then took her ear into his mouth.

“Relax. At this rate, you’ll, ugh, break it off. Okay?”

His vigorous thr*sts shook her whole body. Helen, tears welling from the heat, shook her head and babbled incoherently.

“Ah… ahh. Ugh… mm, I… I don’t know. That… ahh!”

Her wet voice only made him harder as he moved inside her. Raymond, lips pressed tight, focused on their union. Rough breaths and faint m*ans tangled obscenely in the air.

She wanted to see his eyes. Helen, barely managing to turn her head, reached upward. Raymond interlaced his fingers with hers and pressed her hand down, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Even her trembling, weak m*ans were swallowed by him. Despite the lack of air, Helen clung to him, their tongues entwined. With each repeated friction, her whole body grew hotter.

His thr*sts grew faster, pounding her body down. When his hand, which had been supporting her hips, grabbed her lower belly where he entered, his member struck firmly against her cervix.

As their lips parted, the wet sound of their union, the slap of flesh, and the impact of his body echoed through the air. Her mind went blank. She couldn’t endure it any longer. Just before she fainted, as Helen’s exhausted body was about to collapse, Raymond pulled her close and released deeply inside her.

“Ah… ahh… mm!”

As the hot liquid spread deep inside her, Helen slowly closed her eyes.

* * *

Much later, the carriage that had been tactfully wandering empty streets stopped in front of the Somerset family townhouse.

At the sound of a knock, Tom, the steward, opened the door and greeted the couple warmly.

“Welcome back.”

“Mm. Where’s Olivia?”

“She went to bed a little while ago.”

Tom, smiling, glanced at the lady of the house nestled in Raymond’s arms. Wrapped in her husband’s large coat, she was sleeping soundly like a princess, her eyes gently closed.

“Madam seems to be quite drunk tonight.”

“Well, everyone has those days.”

Raymond shrugged and brushed Helen’s damp, reddish-brown hair behind her ear.

“It must’ve been tough with Olivia with her mother gone. She gets fussy.”

“She was rather calm tonight, actually.”

At the mention that everything was fine, Raymond’s smile deepened.

He was well known as a doting father. He couldn’t help it—it was the child Helen had given him. Olivia, now just three years old, was the spitting image of her father. Brilliant golden hair like pure gold, bright blue eyes like cornflowers, and a possessiveness that made her cling to Helen day and night. Sometimes, father and daughter even tugged over her, but Olivia was a treasure he would trade for nothing.

“What’s gotten into our little one?”

Tom, amused by Raymond’s affectionate gaze, asked,

“The bathwater I drew earlier must be cold by now. Shall I prepare it again?”

“No need.”

He figured their body heat would warm it up anyway. Shaking his head, Raymond headed up the stairs toward the bathroom.

“Are you awake?”

Helen, who had dozed off after the overwhelming cl*max, slowly opened her eyes in the bathtub, feeling a throbbing pain in her lower belly.

“Where…?”

“We’re at the townhouse. You fainted, so I was bathing you.”

She was in lukewarm water. As Raymond whispered, he kissed her shoulder. Behind her, she felt his firm chest and his aroused body pressing close. His member, still hard, pressed insistently against her lower back, as if ready to enter her again.

Helen was speechless.

‘Is he insane? Still…?’

It had been five years since that night at his villa when they reunited and began sharing a bed. She should be used to it by now, but his endless stamina still overwhelmed her.

Sensing danger, Helen tried to pull away, but Raymond wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Where are you going?”

“I-I’ll wash myself.”

“Oh, really?”

She expected him to insist, but surprisingly, his hand let her go. Relieved, Helen began to rise, but then, from behind, came a thunderous remark.

“I was going to use my fingers to get the s*men out, but do you want to try it yourself?”

“W-what…?”

Her mind went blank. Raymond pressed on, seeing Helen’s disbelief.

“We did it once more before getting into the bath.”

“Y-you’re insane… Even just now, in the carriage!”

“You promised, remember? That for one night, I could do as I pleased.”

“You meant tonight?!”

“That’s up to me.”

Raymond’s calm reply left Helen pale. She realized the heaviness in her lower belly was because of that. As she staggered, frozen in shame, Raymond, as if waiting, reached out from behind, wrapped her waist, and sat her on his lap.

“I made quite a mess, so it’ll take a while to get it all out. Want to show me?”

His voice was gentle, but the words were explicit. The kind, considerate man she knew was gone, replaced by a shameless tyrant.

“No…!”

“No? But you said you’d do as I wanted.”

“……”

“A promise is a promise, Darling.”

As he pressed her, Helen hesitated, and his tongue licked her pale nape. Startled, Helen tried to turn, but Raymond’s hand slid down.

“Then I’ll help you.”

His fingers parted her folds, found her sensitive bud, and traced circles. Raymond kissed the nape of Helen’s neck, while his other hand slid up her waist and pinched her n*pple.

“Ah…!”

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Helen threw her head back, moaning, and rested her head on his broad shoulder.

Raymond, kissing the crown of his exhausted wife’s head, brought his index and thumb together, parting her folds and delving inside.

Her sensitive walls clung to his fingers. His aroused member, throbbing behind her, seemed ready to enter again. Raymond gritted his teeth and moved his fingers up and down.

“Ray… Ray…”

The sound of his hand moving between her legs grew faster. The relentless stimulation, focused right where she felt it most, made Helen cry out with heated sobs. Her mind was foggy with pleasure. Even just the stimulation below was overwhelming, but as her cries deepened, his hand above kept pinching, rubbing, and squeezing her n*pple. The pleasure, wrapping around her like a wildfire, left her mind numb.

“Ha… haa… mm…”

The next moment, her body stiffened and shuddered briefly.

Raymond, holding her shivering body tightly as if soothing a child, gently stroked her back.

“You feel it so well. You were beautiful, Helen.”

His hand, which had been moving inside her, withdrew without regret. Her sensitive body craved more stimulation. More. More. Helen, trembling, grabbed his veined forearm.

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

Raymond teased, grinning at Helen’s pleading, breathless words.

“Should I stop?”

Helen shook her head. Every time his aroused member touched her backside, an irresistible longing climbed up her spine. Displeased with her answer, Raymond flicked her swollen n*pple. It was like pouring more water into an already full glass. The overflowing pleasure was almost t*rture. Helen stiffened and gasped. Raymond, lightly biting her nape, demanded an answer again.

“Say it. What do you want me to do? I’ll listen if you say it.”

“Take me…”

“……”

“Please, take me.”

“Good girl.”

No sooner had her soft plea ended than Raymond, trembling with arousal, lifted her hips and turned Helen to face him, plunging her down onto his lap in one swift motion.

“Ah… ahh… ah!”

With a sharp cry, his thick, veined member pressed all the way inside her.

“Hold onto the tub.”

Before her stiff body could relax, Raymond thr*st upward. Wet sounds and m*ans filled the bathroom.

Helen, rocked up and down by his movements, gripped the edge of the tub so tightly her fingertips turned white. His member, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in to her deepest point, mercilessly struck her sensitive spot.

Her lower belly bulged, and she tensed unconsciously. It felt as if he might pierce right through her. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Helen wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Ray, Ray… ah…”

Ah, ahhh… Her short, sobbing m*ans made Raymond even harder. With curses slipping through his teeth, he moved even faster and deeper. Saliva dripped from Helen’s parted lips. Raymond, grabbing her jaw, hungrily licked it up, then covered her lips with his. He wrapped his tongue around hers, swallowing even her m*ans.

“Ah… ah, mm…!”

With each thr*st, white foam formed where they joined. The rough movements sent shockwaves deep inside her. As he stirred and pierced her, Helen twisted her hips.

“Helen.”

Raymond, holding her so she couldn’t escape, pressed his body even closer. Her soft br*asts were crushed against his hard chest.

At the sound of her name, Helen slowly opened her eyes. Smiling gently, Raymond whispered,

“I love you.”

At that very moment, her walls clenched tightly around him as she cl*maxed. He released as well, exhaling deeply in relief and kissing Helen’s limp body all over.