4. Summer Rain (Part 4)

This was nothing like their first time, when she had been tense and in an awkward position. Back then, pain and pleasure had mingled, crashing over her in waves. But today, there was only pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her flushed, feverish body melted into a pliant mess beneath Ethan.  

Squelch, squelch, squelch.  

Each time Ethan thrust his hips, the sound of wet flesh colliding echoed loudly. His taut t*sticles slapped against the area between her legs, eliciting long, high-pitched moans that sounded like a cat’s cry. Her slender legs spread wider on their own.  

Cecilia tried to control her body, which twitched and jerked involuntarily, but it was no use. Her body reacted violently to every one of Ethan’s movements. She couldn’t bear the embarrassment of her face contorting with every climax and the moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. Trembling, she lowered her hands to cover her face.  

Ethan narrowed his eyes. He brushed aside her delicate wrists, weakened from the intensity of their coupling, with ease.  

“Don’t hide.”  

Cecilia turned her head away, avoiding Ethan’s gaze. Lowering her long lashes, she whispered softly,  

“It’s… too embarrassing…”  

Her shy demeanor ignited a fire in Ethan’s chest. He intertwined his fingers with hers, capturing her every expression.  

“You’re beautiful.”  

“Hnn.”  

“So much so that I don’t want to miss a single moment.”  

Ethan clasped her hands tightly and plunged deep inside her. As he watched her face contort with pleasure, he let out a low groan. Feeling himself nearing the peak of his pleasure, he quickened his pace.  

Cecilia’s cries grew louder, spilling from her lips in a cascade of high-pitched moans. She clenched tightly around him, her nails digging into his skin.  

“Haaahng! Ah! Hngh!”  

The urge to release surged within him. Ethan pulled out of her completely, withdrawing his sh*ft from her tight entrance. The moment the swollen tip emerged, thick, white fluid spurted out in a powerful stream.  

“Ugh!”  

The viscous s*men pooled on Cecilia’s heaving abdomen. Droplets from her quivering entrance dripped onto her p*bic hair, sticking messily. The humid room filled with the pungent scent of their passion.  

Even after withdrawing, Ethan watched as Cecilia trembled, caught in the lingering waves of her climax. Her ears rang, and her body quaked uncontrollably.  

“Hngh…”  

Cecilia writhed weakly, her thighs rubbing together before she finally collapsed, spent. Panting heavily, she lay beneath Ethan, who then collapsed onto her. Their slick skin pressed together, the residue of their union creating a strange, intimate sensation.  

“Does it hurt?”  

“I’m fine.”  

Her voice was hoarse as she answered. Ethan chuckled softly, planting small kisses on her cheeks, chin, and lips.  

“That’s a relief.”  

Ethan rolled off her and lay beside her. Turning toward her, he watched as Cecilia lay motionless, too exhausted to even pull the blanket over herself. Her pale, round br*asts rose and fell rapidly with each breath.  

The sight rekindled a slow-burning heat in Ethan’s chest. He reached out and gently rubbed her abdomen in circular motions. The drying s*men spread like cream, leaving her skin glistening.  

Cecilia flinched, curling up like a shrimp as if tickled. Ethan wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. Nestled in his arms, Cecilia caught her breath. Ethan kissed her rounded shoulder repeatedly.  

After lying there for a while, he murmured in a low voice,  

“This feels like a dream.”  

Cecilia didn’t respond, instead stroking the arm wrapped around her waist. Unlike her slender, pale arms, his were thick and rough. The faint scars on his bronze skin felt bumpy under her fingertips.  

Turning her head slightly, she asked,  

“Did it hurt?”  

Ethan buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent, more intoxicating than usual, filled his lungs. Slowly, he shook his head.  

“I don’t really remember.”  

“The wounds seemed pretty deep.”

“Hmm.”  

“Not the best memory, is it?”  

Ethan chuckled at the drowsy voice murmuring those words. It wasn’t so much a joke as it was her thoughts spilling out in her hazy state of mind. Finding her endearing, Ethan tightened his arms around her slightly.  

“Maybe not.”  

Her brown hair spilled across the bed sheets, revealing her slender neckline. Ethan’s gaze lingered on the faint red marks scattered across her pale skin. Blood slowly rushed downward. Her slim waist, which fit easily into one arm, and the soft, rounded curve of her hips pressing against him were steadily eroding his patience.  

“I don’t ever want to forget today. It seems I’ll need to review it again.”  

Ethan stroked himself with one hand as he pressed his body closer to hers. His sh*ft, now fully hard again, nestled between the soft curves of her hips, and he let out a low, lewd groan.  

Cecilia’s eyes flew open. Her face turned pale. 

How could he already be ready again after such a short time?  

“…Again?”  

“Do you dislike it?”  

What was even more bewildering was her body, which began to warm with anticipation. She was already starting to react, growing wet as if it remembered the pleasure he gave her. Unconsciously, Cecilia clenched her thighs tightly together. The tension caused her muscles to ache.  

Ethan read the answer he wanted in her reaction. Smiling, he whispered indulgently,  

“Just one more time, and I’ll let you sleep.”  

He greedily kneaded her soft, white hips, spreading them apart. Her snow-white skin flushed red under his touch. As the thick tip of his sh*ft brushed against her slightly parted entrance, Cecilia’s lips parted slightly.  

“Hnn.”  

“So you’ll never forget…”  

Ethan grasped Cecilia’s shoulders and turned her onto her stomach. She was still dazed from the unfamiliar position when he quickly moved behind her.  

“I’ll make you feel good.”  

With her hips lifted and held in place, Ethan thrust into her. Thanks to their earlier intimacy, her entrance was slick and pliant, allowing him to slide in deeply without much resistance. His sh*ft pierced her innermost depths with ease.  

“Ugh!”  

“Haaah!” 

Cecilia clenched around him, her hands twisting the pillow as if to tear it apart. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassed about the humiliating position, with her hips raised high, as he filled her completely. When Ethan began to thrust in small, quick movements, her vision flickered with white spots.  

Thud. Thud.  

Their hips collided forcefully. Perhaps due to the change in angle, the penetration felt much deeper than before. Ethan felt her hot inner walls clench tightly around him as he thrust powerfully. Each time his veined sh*ft moved in and out between her legs, the slick fluids that had gathered inside splattered outward.  

“No, it’s too… too deep…!” 

Cecilia pressed a hand against her abdomen in a panic. Each time the thick, long sh*ft plunged into her, she could feel its shape through the thin skin of her belly.  

“Hngh!”  

“Ahh, it feels incredible.”  

Overwhelmed by the endless waves of pleasure, Cecilia’s upper body collapsed, folding her in half. Her chest bounced with the motion. Her cheek pressed against the pillow, her lips parting slightly as clear drool trickled down the corner of her mouth.  

It was like the mating of beasts. She wanted to say it was too embarrassing, that her body felt strange, but only high-pitched moans escaped her lips. All her senses were focused on the heat between her legs. The place where their bodies connected was unbearably hot, like fireworks exploding inside her.  

“Hngh! Ugh…!”  

Sweat beaded on her skin as if all her pores had opened. Tears streamed down her face even though she wasn’t in pain, and her entire body trembled. Her inner walls clenched and released uncontrollably, and her feet slid across the sheets without her consent.  

“Haa, Cecilia.”  

Ethan was almost frighteningly aroused as he watched Cecilia, her body limp with pleasure. The curve from her slender waist to her hips, her flawless, smooth back—it was like a work of art. Even the cries she let out with each deep thrust were beautiful. Gritting his teeth, he drove her to the peak of ecstasy.  

“Hnn! Ethan, Ethan! Please…”  

“Just a little more.”  

Squelch, squelch.  

The obscene sounds of their bodies colliding grew louder as the pleasure built to a crescendo. It felt as though their two bodies were perfectly connected, sharing the same sensations.  

Ethan leaned forward, pressing his body flush against Cecilia’s as he increased his pace. His muscular thighs, honed through rigorous training, bulged with the effort. The heat between their sweat-slicked skin intensified with every movement.  

Targeting the spot that made Cecilia react the most, Ethan thrust deeply, tilting his head back. Gripping her hips tightly, he pulled her closer to him. His swollen sh*ft pounded against her inner walls, and finally, he released. Cecilia clenched around him, gripping him tightly.  

“Ugh!”  

Their bodies locked together without any space between them as Ethan cl*maxed deeply. His slightly thinner seed filled her completely. Even as he released, Ethan moved his hips slowly. His still-thick sh*ft rubbed against her convulsing inner walls, drawing out her final climax.  

“Haaah…”  

When Ethan finally withdrew, her entrance gaped slightly, spilling milky white fluid. Cecilia collapsed onto the bed, trembling from the aftershocks of her *rgasm. Covered in sweat, she seemed utterly spent, her eyes remaining closed.  

Ethan trailed his tongue lightly down her back, moving lower. Her pale hips, now marked with red handprints, caught his eye. Feeling a pang of guilt, he kissed the reddened area softly.  

Cecilia’s body twitched slightly before going limp. She seemed to have fallen asleep.  

“You did well.”  

Ethan gently spread her legs and checked her entrance with concern. Seeing the mess of their fluids, he flushed slightly. Her swollen cl*t and slightly parted entrance caught his attention, and his eyes narrowed.  

‘It’s a bit swollen. Was it painful for her?’  

Sitting up, Ethan carefully held her thigh and began massaging it with his thumb. He hoped it would ease her discomfort when she woke up.  

“Hnn…”

Cecilia occasionally let out faint groans but did not open her eyes. She seemed utterly exhausted after the prolonged and intense lovemaking. Ethan, who had spent a long time carefully loosening every muscle in her body, got up cautiously and brought a damp cloth.

Like a servant attending to the Queen, he gently cleaned Cecilia’s body. The dried traces of s*men, the beads of sweat that had slicked her entire body, and the remnants of their passion were slowly wiped away. His movements were extremely careful, as if afraid of waking her or harming her delicate skin.

Ethan gazed down at Cecilia, whose pale figure glowed softly in the darkness, and let out a sigh of admiration. Even in her exhausted, sleeping state, she was dazzlingly beautiful.  

“Sleep well. May you only have sweet dreams.”  

Ethan bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to Cecilia’s forehead. As he slowly pulled away, he softly murmured her nickname.  

“…Cecil.”  

Even though they had just been entangled in such intimacy, merely calling her nickname made him feel inexplicably shy. Ethan lay down beside Cecilia, unable to fall asleep until the night gave way to dawn. He gazed at her sleeping face, capturing it in his memory over and over again. He sincerely wished for this night to last forever.