Side Story 2: The Star We Didn’t See That Day (Part 3)

Lizbeth couldn’t believe that the person who was sweet-talking now was the same one twisting her n*pples and probing below.

Bieren had become unexpectedly tender compared to his previous demeanor, but his persistence when exploring her was unchanged. Lizbeth felt infinitely weak to his desires.

“Then, please, hold me.”

Lizbeth wanted to be held by him, even though they were not in a bedroom but outdoors and on a horse. Upon hearing his wife’s whispered words, Bieren immediately turned her around and embraced her.

Lizbeth wrapped her arms tightly around the nape of his neck, afraid that she might fall off the horse. But with Bieren’s strong forearm around her waist, it seemed unlikely that she would fall.

“Oh, my, it seems the lady is quite frightened.”

Bieren soothed the trembling Lizbeth in his arms and slightly pulled down his trousers. In normal riding clothes, this would have been impossible, but he’d had them custom-made with this situation in mind, and he was able to easily pull them down to his hips.

Turned so that she sat atop him, Lizbeth felt the contours of his g*nitals through the trousers beneath her.

While still holding her, Bieren slipped his hands into her front flap and undid her pants. Pulling Lizbeth’s underwear aside, he grabbed his p*nis and began rubbing it against Lizbeth’s exposed p*ssy.

“Huh, uh, uh….”

Lizbeth moaned at the stimulation between her legs, clinging to Bieren by the nape of his neck. and began to rub it against Lizbeth’s exposed private parts.

The bounce of the horse’s movement caused their bodies to rock up and down.

That motion pressed his g*nitals deeply against her, making it seem like it would penetrate at any moment.

Bieren aimed his c*ck at the wet hole that was soaking the leading edge and pushed his hips in slowly. Her body jerked in time with his thrusts, and his c*ck sank in.

“Ah, uh!”

Lizbeth, startled by the sudden penetration, teared up. The intense pain as if tearing through her made her pull her face away from Bieren’s neck and tilt her head back.

Bieren apologized as he pulled back his waist, pulling his c*ck out from between Lizbeth’s legs.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so hasty…”

He almost lost it at the feel of her inner walls clamping down on his cock. He almost slammed himself between Lizbeth’s legs like a madman, but he managed to hold on to his sanity and pull out of her.

But that wasn’t what Lizbeth wanted as he slid out of her so quickly that she felt empty down there. She didn’t like the rush of penetration, but she also didn’t want Bieren to pull out. Lizbeth shook her head furiously.

“Don’t pull out, please, ah!”

“Don’t?”

Hearing Lizbeth’s moan-laden voice, Bieren pushed back in. As his hot, swollen cock re-entered her moist interior, veins throbbed at his temples.

Lizbeth’s stomach clenched tighter than usual, perhaps nervous about s*x in the open air, especially on horseback.

Bieren found the sight of Lizbeth’s mouth begging him not to pull out, and the way she was clamping down on his p*nis tightly too lascivious. Lizbeth whimpered as she felt his p*nis slip out again.

“Don’t, ah, oh!”

She threw her head back and shuddered as she felt the sensation of his penis slipping out. As Lizbeth threw her head back and sobbed, Bieren ran his tongue up the exposed nape of her neck, and once again, thrust his hips upward again. Lizbeth squirmed, unable to resist the overlapping pl*asure, and bucked against Bieren once more.

“I need to pull out to move properly, to thrust where you want it.”

Bieren whispered in Lizbeth’s ear as she was once again embraced by him.

Embarrassed by her own plea not to withdraw, Lizbeth felt her cheeks heat up, forgetting that s*x involved both thrusting and pulling back. 

However, her embarrassment did not last long. The mischievous Bieren slowly increased the horse’s speed, making the penetration feel deeper with each thrust.

“Ah, ah!”

Lizbeth’s moans grew louder as the horse’s speed increased. It was a different kind of stimulation than Bieren’s forceful thrusts. The ground beneath her b*ttocks seemed to shift and shake, jarring her vision.

Lizbeth called his name over and over again, her body bucking with each thrust of his penis inside her.

“Bieren, ah, oh!”

Each time she called his name, it sounded to him like a plea for more, a request to keep going. 

As he stirred her insides, the tightness seemed as if it was trying to push him out, yet also pulling him deeper.

The sounds of flesh slapping harshly mixed with the clatter of the horse’s hooves echoed alternately.

“Ah, oh!”

“How much more should I do it?”

Bieren asked between harsh breaths; he knew the sound Lizbeth made when she was nearing cl*max. The tightening of her inner walls, as if she were about to burst with her juices, was proof. His lap was already soaked with Lizbeth’s fl*ids.

He asked, hoping to bring her to her desired cl*max, but she instinctively responded with words she had learned from him.

“Inside, come quickly, ah!”

“Come quickly?”

“Yes, yes, ah!”

Her head bobbing as if broken, Lizbeth clung tightly to Bieren as the horse increased its speed. The sensation of making love on the horse, as Bieren intensified his thrusts, was more profound and rapid.

Lizbeth melted under the heavy pl*asure stirring inside her, trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs quivered, and soon a stream of fl*ids burst forth.

“Ah!”

Breathing heavily, Bieren cl*maxed as well. Unable to slow down promptly, the horse’s continued pace caused him to thrust several more times into Lizbeth’s depths. The ecstasy of stirring her tight, wet insides a few more times nearly made him feel nauseous with pl*asure.

Lizbeth was no different in her overwhelming sensation. She sobbed as the pleasure enveloped her, frantically rubbing her head against Bieren’s shoulder.

“Ah, oh…”

Lizbeth’s body trembled finely from her cl*max. Bieren held Lizbeth’s body tightly against him, sinking his lips into hers and sucking on the nape of her neck. Licking her sweaty scent, he couldn’t get enough of it.

Lizbeth, stimulated even by this, shook her head and moaned softly. Bieren called to her from within his arms.

“Lizbeth.”

Slowly, Lizbeth lifted her head to look at Bieren. As he withdrew his cock, her eyes, previously unfocused and glazed, gradually regained clarity.

Bieren brushed her tangled hair away from his shoulder and gently cupped her flushed face with his palm. He whispered to her,

“Look up.”

Suddenly, the horse stood still. Only when she heard Bieren’s words did Lizbeth lift her head and look up at the night sky.

The sky was embroidered with countless stars, looking as if they might spill down at any moment. Lizbeth’s mouth dropped open, mesmerized by the beautiful sight. One of them was falling in a trajectory.

“A falling star. Make a wish, now.”

Lizbeth, her face bright with excitement, told Bieren. She immediately put her palms together, closed her eyes, and made a serious wish. Bieren watched Lizbeth’s face as she closed her eyes, and when she opened them, he asked her.

“What did you wish for?”

“I wished for us to live happily, Bieren. And for our children, Erik and Dana, to just be healthy.”

Lizbeth smiled broadly at Bieren, who also smiled back, delighted that she prayed for their children’s health and their happiness together. Her eyes lit up and she wondered what his wish was.

“Did you make a wish too, Bieren?”

“I have nothing more to wish for.”

“Really?”

“With every hope that you would come back to life, I’ve placed all my prayers.”

Bieren had already devoted all his prayers to Lizbeth’s return to consciousness. There were no wishes left for him now. The unending wish of his life was already by his side.

Hearing his words, Lizbeth’s lips quivered slightly before she nestled back into his embrace.

“I love you.”

Bieren whispered his love back to his wife, who he held in his arms. Gone was the man who had laughed at love as a fleeting desire and emotion.

All that remained was a husband, happy to see his wife, who whispered words of love together.