At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 247
“Aht, haht, Kaman…”
“Ung.”
His lips still pressed to her chest, vibrated with a hum.
Lowering himself, Kaman kneeled between Jiwoo’s legs, pushing his head further down. His soft hair tickled her inner thighs.
Normally, when her husbands pleasured her, they would look up and watch her face for reactions, but this time, Kaman skipped that ritual entirely.
“Huuht!”
He bit down hard on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, enough to leave a mark. But other than a reflexive flinch, Jiwoo felt nothing but pleasure.
“Aht, uh, uht.”
Kaman began to gently lick her, but his fingers were rough, delving inside her with an urgent motion.
With hands trembling from the overwhelming pleasure, Jiwoo grabbed hold of Kaman’s hair. Kaman, knowing that was something she only did when the sensation was too much, eagerly pressed in deeper, not minding the pain on his scalp at all.
“Kaman, aht!”
“Ah, Jiwoo, you’re so wet. It’s warm, and slippery…”
Feeling just how soaked she was, Kaman’s excitement only grew and his ears perked up.
His long fingers found their way deep inside, the skilled touch now chaotic and shameless. As he moved and twisted within her, wet sounds filled the air.
With his long fingers, Kaman stroked Jiwoo deeply inside, while his tongue swirled and sucked at her swollen nub. He applied pressure as if he was painting with a brush.
As he pressed his lips against her cli*, suddenly, he bared his teeth and scraped them lightly.
“Ahk!”
Instead of pain, a sharp, electric pleasure shot through Jiwoo, making her whole body tremble as if she’d been struck by lightning. Reflexively, she kicked out against the ground.
“Wa, wait. Hu-uht”
She tried to pull away, but her arm was still secured to the tree, leaving her unable to move. The words finally spilled from her lips.
“Uht, this, this feels kind of… strange. Aht…!”
Despite the roughness, or maybe because of it, her mind felt like it was melting.
“Hu-ugh, Ka, Kaman…!”
She wasn’t repulsed. If anything, she was more afraid of losing herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure.
“El, it’s not that you don’t like it.”
Kaman could easily read the quickening of her heartbeat and every shift in her expression. He didn’t need explicit permission to know she wasn’t saying no.
Her body was more than ready, her defenses already down. As if to prove his skill, Kaman spread her thighs wider and quickly undid his own pants.
The moment he freed himself, his er*ction sprang upward. It was thick and hard, curving almost to his navel.
For someone with such a gentle face and a pale coloring, she expected a pink, sculpted member. But the sight was unexpectedly fierce.
His shaft was veined and flushed, pulsing with a vivid blue.
Kaman kept his gaze on Jiwoo as he stroked himself once.
“Ah…”
Just seeing him made Jiwoo’s entrance clench and flood with need. It was almost startling to realize that a man’s thing could be so wet. Even though she was the one being touched so roughly, it was clear he’d been worked up just as much by pleasuring her.
With prec*m beading at the tip, Kaman pressed himself against Jiwoo’s stomach. She could feel the weight and heat of him. Lost in the sweet haze of pleasure, Jiwoo craved more, her body was aching with anticipation for what was about to come.
“Do you want it now?”
As if reading her perfectly, Kaman leaned closer. His member was pressing insistently between them.
“You don’t mind if I take the lead and do what I want?”
Then, sitting back, he let his member stand free in the air and simply lifted Jiwoo onto his lap, sinking her down onto him.
Thud. His p*nis pierced her from below.
“Ha-ack!”
A jolt of pleasure flashed through her vision. Kaman gritted his teeth at her desperate cry, and then spoke through clenched jaws.
“El, you know we can hear what you want and don’t want without you saying a word. Our ears are good, remember? We don’t need you to say anything, we just know. But you can’t just let us do whatever we want.”
Even as he spoke, Kaman hugged her tight, as if needing to say this one thing. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, catching his breath.
“Haa, ku-uht.”
His sweet voice rang out. Kaman pulled Jiwoo tight with his arm and thrust upward again, as if he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Huwaa!”
She already thought he was as deep as possible, but Kaman managed to reach even further. Feeling like he was ramming inside as deep as he could.
From then on, he thrusted his hips vulgarly.
“It’s because I, huht, I worry, you know.”
“Ah, uhk!”
“Haa, I told you, to say no, huh?”
“Aht, ah, ah!”
Seated together, with Jiwoo’s body half-trapped by the tree, she could do nothing but move as Kaman guided her.
“El, You like it when I, haa, move like this from below, right? It’s deeper, right?”
“Uht, yes! Ah!”
“See? I told you, you can’t just agree to everything.”
His words might have said one thing, but his actions spoke another. As Jiwoo was swept away by pleasure, her body began to slump backward.
Seeing this, Kaman looped her arm around his shoulders.
“Hold on to me. Hang on tight.”
Even though Kaman wasn’t letting go of Jiwoo’s back and her arm was still secured to the tree, she couldn’t shake the feeling of precariousness.
rivier
I love seeing the way Kaman loves Seojiwoo. It’s very different from how other husbands do.