+) Read this novel at subscribestar.adult/fallenhead Illustrations Posted on subscribestar Read Exclusive subscribestar at subscribestar.adult/fallenhead Chapter 4 Part 3 Hotel Room Raw I was still wondering how I would face her now, if we met again at the hospital, when the bathroom door opened with a click.
Diana stepped out in nothing but a bath towel.
Her eyes were luminous as she looked at me, cheeks tinged pink, damp hair spilling over one bare shoulder.
Her slender, pale feet rested in a pair of clear crystal heels, the water droplets on her skin catching the light.
Her red lips were soft and full; her phoenix eyes lowered, then flicked up, shy and cold all at once.
Fresh from the bath, her white skin glowed.
For a moment she looked less like a person and more like some highborn sprite.
I practically lunged at her.
All the sweetness of passion wrapped me up and dragged me under.
That night, with Nick’s shadow finally out of the house, we made love a rare occurrence, given how things would soon become.
The moon was bright; even with the lights off, her bare shoulder and leg gleamed where they peeked from under the sheet.
My goddess lay there half‑covered, her body like carved marble.
Even now, the memory of her that night is vivid as a statue of Venus come to life.
I remember not even bothering to dry myself fully.
I crawled into bed and pulled her into my arms, her D‑cup breasts flattening against my chest with a delicious, bouncy softness that nearly made me groan aloud.
“You taste even better than I remembered.” I couldn’t keep my mouth off her lips.
Our kiss was deep and hot, leaving me breathless.
When I finally pulled back, she lay there, eyes half‑lidded, her tongue still tingling on mine.
“Stop it.” She tried to dodge as my hand slid up to her chest, but one warm orb fell perfectly into my palm.
Her narrow shoulders flinched, her cheeks flushing deeper, and she turned her head away in shy protest.
I felt my control slip.
I kneaded her breast and dove back to capture her mouth.
“Mm… mm…” “Honey, don’t…” Her breathing quickened.
She turned her face aside, lips parted, whispering low pleas even as her arms tightened around my back.
I rolled her beneath me, one hand cradling her smooth back, the other playing fondly with her breast.
Her perfect body began to tremble, tension building under my touch.
I eased off a little and freed those breasts from between us.
Their pale peaks rose and fell with every breath, each nipple a rosy button begging to be kissed.
Even now, recalling that sight makes my heart thunder.
Back then, I was already on the edge.
I opened my mouth and took one nipple between my lips.
“Ah!” Her slender waist writhed, her voice rising.
The chill in her eyes melted into waves of liquid heat.
“Honey, you’re terrible… not like that…” Her hands came up to push my head away, but I held firm, squeezing one breast while sucking the other.
I lifted my head to study her face; she was clearly aroused, smiling through her blush.
“Tell me, how exactly am I bad?” With a laugh, I stripped away the thin layer of fabric still between us.
My hand slid down her thigh and then between her legs.
She’d kept her underwear on plain white, modest, completely unlike what a porn film would show.
But beneath it, I could feel the swell of her mound, and a few black hairs peeked out from the edges.
“Mm… you…” She stiffened, like a current had jolted through her.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
“Your body is so beautiful, you know that?” My pen pauses over the page even now.
I remember kneading her breasts while drinking in the sight of her flawless body.
Back then, I thought myself lucky beyond words.
She had chosen me over so many other suitors, and I alone had the right to enjoy her.
Now that memory feels like a needle in my heart.
Because I know all too well that those same breasts, that same body, have been hoisted and pounded under Nick’s black body, alongside my mother and Mother‑in‑law, taking his brutal thrusts and filthy seed.
The shameful thrill that thought sparked in some dark corner of my mind made me harden involuntarily.
I shook my head, forcing the image away, and returned to that night.
“You’re such a kid.” She frowned adorably, looking down at me sucking her breasts, and slapped my shoulder lightly.
“Then let’s have a kid.” I grinned, fingers hooking under her waistband.
Her face flushed scarlet and she lifted her hips just enough to let me pull the fabric away.
Even now, thinking of her bare sex makes my breathing heavier.
The dark curls of her hair framed a soft mound and a neat seam.
Her vulva was beautiful: plump lips shaped like butterfly wings, with fine wrinkles that hadn’t darkened into the “black wood ear” stereotype.
After all our years together, every part of her was still pink and youthful.
Then, unbidden, another image flashed an enormous, black shaft, thick and long, driving into that pink garden.
Shame washed over me.
I gritted my teeth and forced my pen back to the page.
“Have you looked enough?” As always, she kept her legs pressed together, shyly batting my hand away.
“Enough, enough.” I’d always thought of her as a modest, traditional wife.
With a fawning smile, I settled between her thighs in the old missionary position, easing her legs open.
My 12‑centimeter shaft average by Western standards, decent here rubbed against her entrance until her hips began to move restlessly and the folds around her glistened.
Once she was wet, I pressed in slowly.
Heat and tightness clamped around me.
No matter how many times we’d done this, each time it felt almost like entering a virgin her walls so snug I was nearly squeezed out, sucking at me with every thrust.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, painting our bed in silver.
Her juices shone at the edges of her lips, like dew along a flower petal.
I forced myself to breathe, to slow down, to savor and not explode too soon.
“You’re so tight…” She’d never let me try anything but this one position, never allowed anything she considered “dirty.” No role‑playing, no toys, not even dirty talk.
“Stop saying things like that, just… hurry up.” Her moans grew louder as I thrust, the tight heat of her almost unbearable.
Ten minutes later, her voice broke into soft, desperate cries.
My jaw clenched, then loosened, and the orgasm slammed through me.
I spurted deep inside her.
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