Thud, thud.

The force of each thr*st grew gradually fiercer, enough to make one worry whether Riley’s slender waist might break.

Already undone, she was grinding her face into the pillow and whimpering.

He lowered the hand that had been gripping her hip and spread his fingers to rub at the parted mound around where he was buried.

Then he pressed his thumb in frantic circles against her flushed, swollen peak, and Riley’s hips bucked wildly. Inside, startled flesh clenched and squeezed around him in rapid, helpless pulses.

“Haahh.”

She grabbed his wrist as though to stop him, but her hand had no strength in it.

She was only helping him touch herself.

Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and the bridge of his nose as Andrea taunted her with mock reproach.

“My, how curious must our miss have been about this position, to be this wet? Has your curiosity been satisfied now?”

The words were crude, but the metallic edge in his voice was unbearably sensual, and Riley grew more aroused. Her whole body felt like it was floating somewhere, and everything below her waist was melting away like ice cream.

Ahh, it’s embarrassing…… but it feels so good.

Her back was being taken completely unguarded, and yet her lower belly was writhing and crying out for more.

Just a little, just a little more.

The words she could not say spilled out as muffled m*ans into the pillowcase.

Andrea too, grinding his hips and working her inner walls, felt an overwhelming rush of cl*max bearing down on him, and he squeezed his eyes shut and stilled for a moment.

The sensation coiled in his lower belly was threatening to shoot straight up his spine, and he clenched his jaw hard enough to crack.

He had wanted to give Riley the kind of bliss that would make her eyes roll back, the way ‘Captain Alain’ did it, but it seemed he was going to get there first.

He had no choice but to pull her upright while still joined and settle her astride him. A position this demanding would surely be too much for her, which meant he could pace himself a little.

“Now you move on your own.”

“M, me?”

“Yes.”

Andrea flicked her stiffened, flushed n*pple and urged her on.

“Haht.”

Riley obediently wriggled her hips and began moving in clumsy, tentative strokes. He felt his lower belly swell again as though it might burst, and he clenched his jaw.

Her awkward, earnest effort from behind was hitting him even harder than before.

The flash of pale nape between strands of hair, the clean line of her back, the indecent sounds her inexperienced movements drew out.

Slick, slick.

And between the lush, peach-split cleft of her backside, his length disappeared and reappeared, gleaming.

“Hah……”

He groaned at the sight, which was almost painfully arousing, then flipped her slender, innocently wicked waist over in one swift motion.

Now Riley was facing Andrea, seated astride him.

Sweat traced down along his temple, but he forced a show of composure, folded his arms behind his head, and ordered.

“Hah…… this time, put it in yourself.”

His plan was to buy time while she fumbled to rejoin them.

Either way, this position had appeared quite explicitly in Riley’s own illustrations, so he felt no shame about it. He was not asking for anything she could not imagine. She had put her own drawn characters through exactly this.

“Go on.”

Andrea gave Riley’s backside a sharp smack. She was still breathless and dazed.

He had learned that from Captain Alain too.

“Ah.”

Riley let out a short cry and looked down at Andrea through hazy eyes.

Soaked in sweat and devastatingly sensual, he was dragging his tongue slowly across his reddened lips.

She had no desire to smother the simmering, ticklish heat building in her lower belly either, and in fact the urge to stoke it until it burst like a firework was nearly enough to short-circuit her reason entirely, so she lifted her hips.

Picturing the pose she had once drawn for the count’s daughter, she reached down and took hold of the bobbing length.

The surface was slick with her own arousal.

“Hng.”

The sudden thought that something like this had been driving into her and scraping around inside gave her a brief flash of alarm. But her body was already clamouring ahead of her mind, anticipating.

Both cheeks flushed deep pink, she carefully aligned the blunt tip with her entrance and steadied herself.

Just pressing it there made her lower belly clench helplessly.

Riley tilted her head back, savoring the throbbing ache where they were about to meet.

At the same moment, Andrea watched without blinking as the parted, soft flesh gently enveloped and pressed down over his swollen head.

Wetness spilled from her clenching entrance and ran slickly down his length.

The sight was obscenely arousing. He drew a slow breath and held it in his eyes.

“Haa……”

“Hng……”

Eyes squeezed shut, Riley lowered herself gradually. Despite how much she had soaked, the entry was not smooth.

She had to push through several points of resistance with a series of small, strained sounds before she could sink further.

The sheer fullness was staggering, as though they had not been joined just moments before.

On top of that, the way Andrea was watching her, devouring and appraising all at once, pressed down on her.

Just help me, would you. Why are you just staring like that.

He grabbed her averted backside and pulled her down, claiming it was to help, kneading as he went. His voice had gone terribly husky.

“Come on. We have a long way to go. Don’t you remember agreeing to try every position you ever drew, before we leave?”

Riley regretted the shy nod she had given to his murmured suggestion on their wedding night, wine in hand.

I can barely keep up with yesterday’s review, let alone tackle something new every single day!

She grumbled to herself, but the hunger to take all of him in and claim him entirely drove her down to the very root.

The sensation of being pierced through was entirely different from being taken from behind.

“Hng.”

She could barely breathe. She pressed both hands against his abdomen and shook her head. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

Andrea, who had just barely convinced himself he could hold on, was hit again just as hard.

When Riley slowly clenched around him and sank down, he was in danger once more.

The spread, petal-like folds, and his c*ck vanishing entirely inside her.

The visual was too much.

“Hng……”

He tightened his lower belly and muttered through his teeth.

“……Move.”

“Haht, again?”

Riley was not sure she could adapt to this unfamiliar position, but her body found its own way by instinct.

She discovered where the thick tip felt best when it pressed, and began bouncing in small, deliberate drops, then rolled her hips to drag against her inner walls. A rhythm came to her.

Pressing here gave a sharp, tingling feeling. Rolling like this felt like she might lose control of herself. Moving that way eased the throbbing ache……

“Mmh, hng.”

Head falling back, Riley whimpered and drifted into a daze.

To Andrea, the sight was spectacular. She was grinding on her own and asking for more.

Her thighs trembling as she kept up her diligent rhythm was devastatingly endearing.

Andrea let out a curse-like exhale under his breath.

He had put her in charge because he thought he could hold back if he was not the one moving, and she was driving him out of his mind.

Watching that hopelessly clumsy effort, something savage in him was going berserk.

It felt like a wild stallion in rut was trapped inside him.

“Aang.”

Her beautifully curved body, pale and softly rounded, and her golden hair scattered light as she moved above him.

Her inner walls squeezed and pulled at him however they pleased.

A deep, aching pleasure sharpened and gathered in his abdomen, and before he knew it he was thrusting his hips up to meet her. Every time the tingling sensation climbed and fell along his spine, his hands clenched and unclenched.

“Hng.”

He could not hold back any longer. He grabbed Riley’s round backside and began driving her down against him with rough, relentless force.

“Haht, ah, hic.”

Her face scrunched and tearful with eyes shut tight, her pink n*pples bouncing, the wet, spread folds swallowing him whole.

His reason evaporated completely.

In that moment he wanted to be a dog trampled in the mud, and also a wolf that could crunch her down bones and all.

He poured every wordless desire into picking up speed.

Slap, slap!

Every time their bodies met, slick wetness splattered in all directions, and the current rising from where they ground together crackled back and forth along his spine.

Then all at once, a sensation like a single massive surge finally struck Andrea through his entire body like a bolt of lightning.

“Hng.”

His vision went white, and the pleasure rang through the back of his skull.

Every limb locked rigid, veins standing out along his neck, and he poured everything into Riley in a flooding rush.

Trapped in his arms, which showed every tendon, Riley collapsed forward. Even so, her inner walls kept clenching and wringing him out to the very last.