Side Story 2

“…s. Beth.”

“Mm….”

At the sound of someone softly calling her name, Lisbeth was slowly drawn up from the depths of sleep. Her eyelids felt heavy, making it hard to open her eyes right away. She smiled faintly at the sensation of someone lightly biting and letting go of her earlobe. There was only one person who would do such a thing.

Lisbeth slowly raised her heavy, sleep-laden arm and gently stroked the head of the one teasing her ear. An arm reached from behind and tightly embraced Lisbeth’s waist.

“You came in….”

“Mm, Diana said she was sleepy.”

“I see….”

“As soon as I laid her down in the small room, she fell asleep. But when I came here… You were also fast asleep.”

So I woke you up, wanting you to play with me.

Dion’s voice was gentle.

“You don’t mind that I woke you, do you?”

“Of course not….”

Lisbeth turned over in bed. Now her eyes were fully open. Dion found the slightly drowsy look in her eyes incredibly alluring and kissed the tip of her nose. Lisbeth smiled softly at the kiss, full of affection. She reached out her arms and hugged Dion’s neck tightly. Their bodies pressed together without a gap. Though their skin was damp with a thin sheen of sweat, there was no discomfort at all.

Dion’s hand slipped inside Lisbeth’s slip and gently slid it upward, removing it. In one smooth motion, he skillfully took off all her undergarments as well. Now suddenly bare, Lisbeth twisted her body shyly, but she didn’t try to cover herself. Dion gently bit and sucked her lover’s plump lower lip. It tasted strangely sweet. Once he tasted it, he simply couldn’t stop. Dion brushed back Lisbeth’s hair and tapped her lips with his tongue. She willingly opened her lips to him.

Their tongues tangled slowly.

“Mm….”

It was impossible to tell who made the first sound, but as they savored each other’s lips, soft moans escaped them. The more their tongues intertwined, the more they craved each other. Deeper, they both longed for each other’s breath. When Dion’s tongue swept along the roof of her mouth, Lisbeth groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. The tingling sensation made her heart race faster.

Dion’s hand firmly grasped Lisbeth’s br*ast. When he pressed her n*pple between his fingers as if pinching it with tongs, she tilted her head back. Their lips parted, but there wasn’t even time to regret it. Dion showered kisses on her cheeks and chin, then nibbled his way down her neck. His lips closed over her other br*ast, the one left alone, and bit it deeply.

Suck, suck….

The sound of flesh being sucked was stimulating. Dion’s tongue circled her n*pple, then pressed and flicked at its tip. The contrasting sensations on both br*asts made Lisbeth arch her back.

Not much time had passed since Lisbeth and Dion had reunited, but her body had quickly grown accustomed to his touch. In other words, she responded sensitively to his stimulation. The long time apart between them was no obstacle at all. Lisbeth remembered well how Dion played her body. Every time his hands or mouth touched her, she cried out in pleasure.

Dion cupped both her br*asts in his hands and teased both n*pples at once. Lisbeth covered her mouth with a hand and whimpered.

“Hng, mm… Dion, ah….”

“You’re so sweet, Beth….”

“Ugh, ah, but I… hng… I’m sweaty….”

“I don’t care, you’re just sweet.”

He pressed her br*asts together and sucked both n*pples into his mouth at once, then let go. Between Lisbeth’s legs, a rush of wetness escaped. She tightened her legs around Dion’s waist, pulling him closer and whispered,

“Just a little faster… before Diana wakes up, mm….”

Like a loyal dog, Dion obediently released her br*asts and slid his hand down, caressing between Lisbeth’s legs. His two fingers, already slick from her wetness, slipped inside her. As his fingers moved like scissors, scraping her inner walls, Lisbeth threw her head back and pressed the back of her head into the bed.

Just his touch made Lisbeth’s body heat up quickly. Only two fingers were inside, but her essence gushed out. The fact that she had soaked Dion’s hand so quickly made her feel embarrassed. But Dion’s voice, full of joy and excitement at her reaction, couldn’t hide his pleasure.

“You’re already this wet. Even inside, you’re gripping my fingers so tightly….”

“Hng, ah! Dion, hurry, hurry….”

Put it in, hurry…. 

Her pleading voice was desperate. The way Lisbeth moved her hips to match his fingers was nothing short of sensual.

Lisbeth, her whole body flushed, whimpered. Dion, taking in the sight of her, used his other hand to undo his trousers. His member, already standing tall, sprang out as if it had been waiting. The dark, glistening tip was already more than ready to claim Lisbeth’s body. There was no need for any more preparation. As Dion’s fingers slipped out, Lisbeth trembled.

He gripped his shaft and brought the tip to her entrance. Then, he pushed straight in. The sound of wet flesh meeting echoed. With one thrust, he reached her deepest point. Lisbeth gasped at the sensation.

“Haah….”

“Ha… It’s so hot, I feel like I’ll melt.”

“T-today, it’s so deep….”

For some reason, Dion was more excited than usual. Why, she wondered, her mind clouded by pleasure. Perhaps it was because the sight of Lisbeth asleep earlier—so defenseless and beautiful—had affected him.

Her sleeping face, hair ruffled by the breeze, her plump lips slightly parted, her fair thighs peeking from beneath her slip… For some reason, all of it was especially stimulating to Dion today.

Lisbeth, sleeping so defenselessly and peacefully in front of him, under the soft sunlight, was more enticing than anything else.

No, in truth, everything about Lisbeth in the middle of the day drove Dion crazy. Most of their encounters had been at night. During the rare moments he saw her in daylight, both had been too busy secretly seeking each other to ever show such leisure.

But now, in this house, when he could proudly say she belonged to him…

Dion felt himself grow even harder. Just seeing and thinking of the lovely Lisbeth made him feel like a beast, but he couldn’t help it. Wasn’t it only natural to desire the one he loved?

He slowly pulled his hips back, then pushed in again just as slowly. Withdrawing almost to the entrance, then pressing in until he nudged her cervix—the weighty sensation of his length made Lisbeth moan. The slow, leisurely pace brought its own satisfaction. It was as if pleasure was being stacked up from her toes, layer by layer.