Ch.241241. Because I’ve Endured for So Long

“Just so you know… I won’t go easy on you.”

A low voice, rough breathing. The intense heartbeat transmitted through our clasped hands. Everything I feel against my skin is evidence that he’s excited. I can tell without him having to say it.

How is it that someone who’s usually so gentle and calm can growl like such a beast… It must be because of the things I did.

I teased him, acted spoiled, and made him wait. So it’s not strange at all that his thing is standing so stiff again so soon after he came, thumping against my lower abdomen.

“…How far are you planning to go?”

My heart fluttered at his declaration that he wouldn’t go easy, but I pretended to be casual and asked nonchalantly. If I show weakness here, he’ll look down on me all night, and he’ll obviously take the lead the whole time.

Of course, I like it when he takes the lead roughly… but I shouldn’t give him complete control. I heard somewhere that the secret to lasting love is to give in 90% of the time, but play hard to get for the remaining 10%.

To this question—my own little strategy, or trick if you will—he stared down at me, quietly laughed, then brought his face closer.

“Hiss…!”

He gently bit my earlobe. A tingling sensation lingered momentarily before quickly disappearing. It didn’t hurt at all since he bit so lightly, but my earlobe is a weak spot for me, so I couldn’t hold back my voice.

I unconsciously let out a gasp, and he pressed against the earlobe he’d just bitten with a knowing look on his face.

“How long do you think I’ll go?”

“About… thirty minutes?”

“Have I ever done less than that?”

No, never. He’s so virile that once he starts, he usually goes for hours at minimum. But I didn’t want to admit it so easily.

I knew it was a dangerous thought in this situation, but I was curious how he’d react if I pushed him further. Would he get angry, or laugh it off? If he got angry, how would he express it? With his mouth, or his hands? Or maybe with his thing that already seemed quite angry…?

“Hmm, I’m not sure. It’s been so long since I’ve done it with my husband.”

“It’s only been a few days, did you forget already?”

“Yes, I forgot, so my husband should remind me.”

“Remind you how?”

He asked while gently embracing my waist, having already released our interlocked fingers. He knows exactly what I want but is just pretending.

He sometimes asks these transparent questions… probably because he wants to hear me say suggestive things first. If I’d known this would happen, I shouldn’t have indulged him from the beginning—I’ve spoiled him.

“With my husband’s cock…?”

…I think this but still cater to his preferences. I’m such a fool.

“Alright, I understand.”

With an incredibly seductive smile, he leaned in to kiss me. His thick fingers touched my lower abdomen, waist, and thighs before pulling away. He was feeling all over my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight so he could touch me more easily. This way, he can touch me more… comfortably?

…I’m not sure. Almost hanging off him, I pressed against him and kissed him passionately, filled with desire for him. After thoroughly tasting his saliva with our tongues intertwined, I reached up to caress the back of his head. Unlike our fiercely entangled tongues and lips, I stroked him very gently, carefully, with all my sincerity, and he responded by placing his hands on my buttocks and kneading them thoroughly.

“Mmm, hmm, mmmm….”

Because he was pressing down on me, his hardened cock rubbed against my lower abdomen. Each time the thick veins and blunt glans touched my skin, the brow of the man kissing me twitched slightly. Being a man, he seems to be sensitive to even the slightest stimulation to his cock.

I moved my waist slightly against the bed to make sure his cock made good contact with my lower abdomen. I meant it to help him feel better, but he seemed to misunderstand my intention and removed his hands from my buttocks. Then he grabbed the shaft of his thing and gently rubbed it against my entrance, aligning the tip.

“Can I put it in?”

I could feel our tips aligning perfectly. His glans was caught right at my entrance. He stopped at that precise moment, ended our kiss, and asked while stroking my hair. He doesn’t need to ask about things like this. Come to think of it, he shows consideration in the strangest places…?

I hugged his neck tighter and kissed him again, inserting my tongue. This naturally made our bodies press together… and his cock entered deep inside me.

“…It’s already in?”

Enjoying the feeling of his thick cock filling me completely, I whispered seductively in his ear after breaking the kiss. Stimulated by my words, he kissed me without asking and began moving his hips.

He entered very slowly when stimulating my inner membranes, then pulled out all at once, roughly scraping my insides, but because I was so wet inside, there were lewd squelching sounds each time his cock went in and out.

Normally he would thrust more gently… he must be excited. But this is good in its own way. The way he uses my pussy however he wants, completely ignoring my will. It makes my heart pound to feel like he wants me with animal instinct rather than reason.

“Nabi.”

“Mmm, ahh, mmm, yes…?”

My already irregular breathing became increasingly rough, and the speed of his hip movements gradually increased. He placed his palm on my lower abdomen and gently rubbed in circles while thrusting his cock deep into my pussy and asked.

“Where should I cum when I’m about to?”

“Are you about to cum…?”

“Not right now… but I think I will soon.”

Since we don’t need contraception, he can ejaculate wherever he wants. Even if that’s inside my pussy… After finishing his question, he slowed down his hip movements and looked at me while leisurely rubbing inside me. With my breathing rough from the intense penetration and endless pleasure, I hugged him tightly and gently bit his neck.

A subtle expression of my desire—I’ve left a mark on your body, so please leave a mark on mine too. I worried he might misunderstand, but the way he interlocked our fingers and smiled down at me suggested he understood well.

“Then, I’ll do as I please.”

“Yes… do as you please, husband.”

His cock vigorously rubbed my insides, wet with fluids of unknown origin. It felt like his glans was mercilessly scraping each and every fold inside me. I almost felt like my pussy might permanently conform to the shape of his cock… and my voice grew increasingly lewd to my own ears.

It was a surprisingly lewd voice even while being penetrated, but I couldn’t stop myself. And no wonder—he was holding my hands tightly, stirring my insides however he wanted. All I could do was convert the unbearable pleasure into moans.

“Ahh, hah, mmm, ahhh…”

I matched his movements—when he thrust his hips, when he rubbed in circles—and through my blurry vision, I glimpsed his expression. Looking as dazed as I felt, he seemed focused solely on using his cock to thrust deep into my pussy.

How good must it feel for a person to change like that? Though he looked almost beast-like as he satisfied both my desires and his own, somehow to my eyes, he looked more lovable than ever.

My handsome, kind, well-endowed man losing his reason because of me… it’s such a wonderful sight.

I felt something filling up inside me as I received his raw desire. His cock suddenly swelled greatly. Knowing from experience that this was the signal of his impending climax, I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed his lips.

I sucked hard on his tongue and tightened around him inside, as if asking him to pour his pent-up semen into me. He squeezed our interlocked hands tightly. He pushed me hard against the bed and embraced me so tightly I thought I might break.

“Mmm, ahhh, mmmm…!”

“…Hah, haaa.”

His cock, filling me completely inside, throbbed and ejaculated. To help him finish pleasurably, I gradually tightened my legs wrapped around his waist to encourage his ejaculation. He responded by firmly holding my hands and eagerly sucking my tongue as he continued to ejaculate.

Finally, his cock, having just finished ejaculating, slipped out of me. Our lips naturally separated, and a thread of saliva hung from the corner of his lips.

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand after releasing our interlocked fingers. Perhaps from the exertion, his thick forearms had veins standing out prominently. My fingers were quite sore from being held so tightly, but that minor detail didn’t matter to me as I was distracted admiring his sexy body.

He carefully embraced me as I caught my breath. The veiny forearm touching my waist gave me pleasant goosebumps. My man’s thick forearms are visually and physically pleasing… thinking this, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Nabi, why are you smiling?”

“Just because I’m happy…?”

“…Was it good enough to make you smile?”

“Yes, it was amazing.”

As I nodded and answered, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He seems to be trying to hide it, but that’s the reaction he shows when he’s extremely pleased.

“Really? I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

I was about to ask what he was so happy about, but he kissed my cheek lightly while holding me. Caught off guard by this half-playful, half-affectionate gesture, I was momentarily speechless before returning it. I kissed his cheek in the same way.

We exchanged a few more playful kisses on each other’s cheeks. Then suddenly, we shared a deep kiss, lips to lips.

Really, this happens whenever I let my guard down. As I lightly embraced him and stroked his hair, he took it as some kind of signal and inserted his tongue. Though I was a bit surprised by the unexpected intrusion, I soon gently intertwined my tongue with his and sucked on it.

As a bonus, I carefully stroked his cock that had just finished ejaculating. After a few strokes of the glans with my hand, the remaining fluid got on my palm.

“…Phew, mm.”

After finishing the kiss, I thoughtlessly licked the fluid on my palm. He looked at me in surprise and said:

“Nabi, why are you licking that?”

“Huh? Ah….”

Do I have a habit of licking my fingers when cream gets on them while eating dessert, and did it without thinking?

He suddenly grabbed my wrist as I stood there dazed. He seems to be checking if anything strange got on it.

“Next time, don’t lick it, just wash it off.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? There could be germs…?”

“Don’t you wash your cock well?”

“I do wash it well. Very well, but that’s a different issue….”

He trails off, seemingly finding it difficult to explain. Though he’s built like a mountain, his hesitation over such a small matter is somewhat cute, so I gently massaged his thigh.

“Then we should go wash together.”

“Wash together?”

“Yes, there was that penalty earlier, right? Washing each other after sex.”

“Wasn’t it washing each other after the game ends, not after sex?”

“Sex is sometimes called a game, right? There’s a connection there.”

“Well, that’s not entirely wrong….”

After thrusting so roughly just now, he seems hesitant about bathing together, looking at me uncertainly. To encourage him, I hugged him slightly and whispered:

“If you come wash with me now, I’ll do something that feels good for you.”

“What’s this something that feels good?”

“Heh, curious? Then you should come with me.”

“…Alright, let’s do that.”

Muttering quietly, he put his arms under my knees and waist, then lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck to avoid falling, and thus tightly pressed together, we headed straight for the shower.

Creaking, I opened the door in his place since I was being carried, and he stepped inside in place of my feet. The interior looks much like any other hotel. There’s a shower room with a glass booth, and further inside, a bathtub where water can be drawn.

We headed together toward the bathtub when we suddenly noticed the glass window reflecting our half-naked bodies. But the state of our bodies reflected in the glass was a bit… difficult to describe. Both of us were glistening with saliva of unknown origin, presenting quite a lewd appearance.

“Oh, Nabi. You need to take off your underwear before washing.”

“Ah… right. Can you put me down?”

“No, get in the bathtub. I’ll take them off and put them in the washing machine.”

Though I was embarrassed to show him my soaked underwear, I couldn’t refuse his kindness. Seated in the bathtub thanks to his consideration, I removed my bra and panties and handed them to him. Taking them with both hands, for some reason he didn’t move but just stared at the underwear.

“Is there something strange on them?”

“No, it’s not that, I just find it interesting.”

“What’s interesting about my underwear?”

“Just looking at them like this, they’re no different from other clothes, but the moment you wear them, they become so se—”

“So what?”

He stopped mid-sentence and hurriedly avoided my gaze. I stared at his seemingly embarrassed face before suddenly realizing.

Ah, this man was about to say they become “sexy” but stopped himself. It’s a lewd word to hear normally, but in this situation it would actually be helpful, so he could say it if he wanted to. But he’s acting like he made a slip of the tongue, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

Hmm, this won’t do. To show him I don’t mind, I leaned back against the bathtub and stretched my legs out, crossing them slightly. His gaze naturally shifted from my underwear to my lower body.

“My dear husband, so you got turned on by my underwear?”

“…..”

He only moved his lips without saying anything when I asked leisurely. He seems hesitant to answer.

I folded my arms under my chest, lifting and subtly pushing them forward. The purpose, of course, is to show them to him.

“You should have said so earlier.”

“…What would have been different if I had?”

“Well, I might have granted a few of your wishes.”

“A few wishes…” he muttered, gulping. I don’t know what kind of imagination he’s having with me right in front of him, but given his somewhat perverted tendencies, it’s probably not ordinary. If I had to guess, maybe he wants me to service him with my breasts while wearing underwear… or something like that.

“Um, Nabi. Perhaps….”

“Oh, but not right now.”

“Huh… not right now?”

“Of course not. We can’t bathe in underwear, can we?”

This implies I might grant his wishes after the bath. He seemed to catch the hidden meaning in my words, as his eyes changed in an instant.

If until just now he was in a calm state after ejaculating once, now his eyes were like those of a beast imagining something lewd. I prefer the latter look to the former.

I think it’s good for a man to have a beast-like side. Especially when that quality comes out during those kinds of activities.

“Then, after the bath…?”

“After it’s over, we’ll have plenty of time, so I could do it, right?”

“—I’ll put your underwear in the washing machine and be right back.”

He turned around as if his feet were on fire. Then he walked briskly and instantly left the bathroom. I poked my head toward the bathroom door where he had disappeared and shouted loudly:

“Husband! Don’t do anything strange with my underwear when I’m not looking!”

“…I won’t!”