“Just, ah, like this, keep, hah.”

“Ah……”

“All night, no sleep, today, tomorrow, forever, only this, with you……, ah!”

“Huk……!”

“Tell me it feels good, Margie.”

“Mm, a little, ah, hmph.”

“Right. I feel so good too, look at your greedy little hole clenching around my c*ck like it’s never letting go. It’s almost a shame no one else gets to see this…… but I’m so, hah, glad. Hah.”

“Mmph, ahh, ah! So deep, ohh! Frederic, it’s good! Oh!”

Each wet slap of skin against skin set Margie’s pretty br*asts swaying.

“Hah. Ah. Good, god……”

The low, refined voice spilling crude words without hesitation, the tangled golden hair, the eyes gone dark with l*st…… Every part of him was a contradiction. The air itself felt indecent, like an early summer evening that had lost its conscience.

“Hnnoh! Frederic!”

“Mm. I’m here, darling. Ah.”

Frederic panted like an animal and held both her br*asts in one hand. His hands were far larger than most men’s, and though Margie was full there, her frame was so small and slight it hardly mattered.

“Margie. You don’t know.”

“Mmph?”

“Every time you feel it and come……”

“Hnn……”

“The white slick that leaks from you coats me completely.”

“Hnnoh, mm.”

“Even now, hah.”

“Ah, eek……!”

“Every time you clench, ah, you leave a white ring around me. Hah, so obscene……”

He seemed to catch his breath, then drove forward hard.

“Ahh……! Huk……!”

“Don’t hold back, let me hear you. No one can come up to the second floor.”

“Hnn, Frederic! Ohhh!”

“Hngk……!”

He gave nothing back, pushing in to the root again and again, deep and greedy and merciless.

“It feels so good, hah, I think I’m losing my mind……”

“Ah, hnn, hnnoh……”

Margie sobbed and shook her head over and over.

“Darling. Is it too much?”

“Mm, yes, huk……”

“You’re so delicate.”

Frederic traced his fingertips over the swollen curve of her belly where his c*ck filled her, murmuring to himself.

“Hahk, mm, eek.”

White fl*id kept seeping out around the point where they were joined.

“Please, no more, Frederic, stop, ohh……”

She trembled and begged with her bare hips, yet took every thr*st of pleasure crashing into her, and that sight settled something dark and guilty in Frederic.

It might feel something like watching a great wave swallow a small sailboat whole.

“Hah…… darling. Margie.”

Frederic bit down hard on his jaw and his eyes turned dangerous. He gripped her hips and pressed deep, grinding in slow circles.

“This, hnn, this kind of, mmph.”

Margie shook as though she might black out, clinging desperately to his hips.

“Hnnah, this kind of, feeling…… ahh!”

“My wife likes this. Deep and slow, and then hard, hk, and pressing the swollen part.”

“I like it, mm! Oh!”

“But, hah. Grinding shallowly like this while I press your p*ssy, hah, you seem to like that too. Don’t you.”

The filthy roll of his hips, the worse filth coming out of his mouth, and his thumb grinding and pressing into her most sensitive place brought both her cl*max and his own crashing forward at once.

“Hnn, hk!”

“Tell me, so I know, darling. Answer, mm?”

“It’s coming again, ah! Eek!”

“Ah!”

The peak hit them both at once, torn out of them in the same moment.

“Ahh, hah……”

“Eek, hk……, hk…… hah……”

Margie’s cries went hoarse. She had screamed through too many *rgasms and her voice had given out.

The fl*id pouring from them both soaked the bedding beneath them through.

“The bed…… is wet……”

Margie complained in a wrecked voice, uncomfortable with the dampness under her. The rough sound didn’t suit her at all, but Frederic found it endearing anyway.

“You’re right. What a mess.”

He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, scooped her up, and lowered her into the bathtub the maid had already filled with warm water. Then he climbed in after her.

The water, half-full before, sloshed nearly to the brim.

“We’ll need to change the sheets. I can’t sleep in that.”

Leaning back against his chest, Margie trailed her fingertips through the surface of the water and whispered.

“Why bother. It’ll just get ruined again. Leave it until tomorrow.”

Frederic answered in a tone that seemed to ask whether she really thought she was going to sleep.

Splash, splash.

The water still rippled.

“How did the bed get that wet.”

Frederic pulled her closer and asked.

“I put everything into you.”

“……?”

“I came inside your womb, darling.”

“Ah……!”

“So everything soaking the sheets enough to drench them……”

“Mmph……”

“That would be you, Margie.”

“Mm, hah……”

Leaning fully against him with her eyes closed, Margie’s breathing went soft and slow.

“You’re quite swollen. Does it hurt?”

Frederic’s hand moved through the water, parting the dark curls between her legs to touch the tender skin beneath.

“A little, hmph……”

“I’m sorry, darling.”

He stroked down the inside of her thighs, still warm with heat that hadn’t faded, and meant it.

“You’re so…… small.”

He marveled quietly at her waist, which fit easily within one arm. It struck him again, fresh, how small and fragile a person could be.

“You’re this slight. Even the smallest thing I do to you is too much.”

His hands found her arms and legs, and they felt so breakable he nearly teared up.

“I’ll protect you for the rest of my life.”

Frederic kissed her neck slowly, handling her like something precious and irreplaceable.

“But your meals……”

He stroked carefully between each of her fingers and sighed.

“We need to do something about that.”

She worried him, in a body like this, taking all of him. His appetite wasn’t going to diminish. It would only grow.

“You eat almost nothing as it is. And you skip even that more often than not.”

“I’m just never hungry……”

Margie protested quietly. She preferred sleeping to eating, and shopping for beautiful expensive things to sleeping.

“Let’s find something you actually want to eat.”

“Not really……”

Margie, with no interest in food, pushed back again.

“Three meals a day from now on, without exception.”

“Ugh. Just hearing that makes my stomach turn, Frederic. Can we make it two?”

“No. You barely manage one as it is.”

“Hnng.”

“Being cute about it won’t work this time.”

“Please……, come on……”

“No.”

“Hmph……”

“I suppose you don’t care about staying healthy.”

“I don’t know about any of that. I’ve never thought seriously about it.”

“Then let’s start thinking seriously about it right now.”

“That’s not really……”

“Everything else you can do however you like. But meals, you do what I say.”

“Frederic, I don’t normally eat breakfast……”

“You get used to it once you build the habit.”

“Eating in the morning gives me a headache……”

“That’s a fake illness to get out of eating.”

“I’ve been perfectly healthy all this time, why suddenly……”

“You have to take care of your health while you have it. Margie might not know this yet, being so young……”

“Ugh……”

A stream of nagging poured out, the kind a strict father might use to correct a badly-mannered child, except Margie had never heard even her actual father say things like this.

You’re only four years older than me, you know. Not forty.

Margie pouted, then stopped herself from answering and turned to look quietly at his face instead.

“……You need to live a long, healthy life. There are so many things I want to do for you, Margie.”

Love is not invisible.

“Things I want to feed you, things I want to show you, things I want to buy you, things I want to do together, places I want to go…… But if you keep eating this little, you’ll collapse before we get through half of them.”

It shows this clearly.

“……I’ll tell the kitchen to have meals ready at the same time every day from now on. When nothing else is happening, we eat together without exception……”

A gaze has no shape, yet it carries a person’s feelings, and you can read them clearly in someone else’s eyes. Strange, really.

“……Frederic.”

“……When the weather cools, I’ll find a tennis instructor. A woman, of course. No matter how skilled the teacher might be, I won’t have a man teaching you……”

“I love you.”

Margie cut him off and kissed him.

“……If this is your clever way of getting out of my nagging, it’s rather adorable.”

Frederic murmured, parting his lips and moving his tongue the way she wanted. He watched her the whole time without closing his eyes.

“No, that’s not it……”

“I love you too, Margie.”

“Mm……”

Frederic turned her body so she faced him and kissed her again.

Splash.

Splash.

The water had cooled a little more. Neither of them felt it.

The warmth between them showed no sign of cooling at all.