A Love I Shouldn't Feel

That night.

After the dinner, the house was quiet. The baby was already asleep in her crib, and the sound of waves outside brushed softly against the night.

Kyouko was in the bedroom, slipping into her modest night dress, brushing her hair back with her fingers.

She glanced around. Hmm? Where is Haruki?

Kyouko opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. But before she could take another step, strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

"Kya—" she gasped softly, startled.

Turning her head, she saw Haruki.

Already stripped bare, his body warm and hard against her. His expression was hungry.

"Haruki…!" Kyouko's cheeks flushed as he lifted her easily, carrying her back into the bedroom.

She giggled softly, half embarrassed, half delighted, as he laid her down on the bed. "Haruki! What if Hinano wakes—" she whispered, hissing between her laughter.

But Haruki didn't answer. His lips pressed against hers, rough and hungry, silencing her words. His hands slid down, tugging at her night dress with impatience until the fabric slipped off her shoulders.

Kyouko just smiled, letting Haruki strip away her nightdress with ease. After all, she had already made sure the door was locked. This wasn't the first time they had done it like this.

tealing moments of wildness in the quiet of their seaside home.

Her gaze lingered on him. Kyouko knew Haruki was far too aroused to think calmly. His hands trembled with impatience, his lips hungry against her skin.

A soft moan escaped her lips when his mouth pressed to her neck, trailing lower until it reached her shoulder. His breath was hot, his kisses rough yet desperate.

And then she felt it.

Haruki penis.

Long, wide, thick pressing against her. The heavy weight of his shaft, the swollen head nudging her entrance.

Kyouko shivered. Even as his kisses claimed her, she could feel the pressure slowly stretching her, opening her.

That slow, deliberate stretch as Haruki pressed deeper inside. Every inch moved with purpose, filling her, burning her gently from within. It was as if he was savoring this part, enjoying the way her body tightened around him, relishing her soft moans as she bit down on her lower lip to contain them.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her breaths shallow, as the sensation built.

His hands, cupped her breasts, groping, kneading, fondling with a rhythm that matched the steady push of his shaft.

Each squeeze sent another wave of heat running through her.

Kyouko's left hand reached back, searching, and found his face. Her fingers brushed his cheek tenderly, trembling as she touched him.

Haruki lowered his lips to her neck, kissing, sucking, leaving trails of heat along her skin. His breath was rough, his hunger undeniable, while his hips pushed forward, inch by inch, burying that hard, wide length deeper into her entrance.

Kyouko's eyes fluttered closed, her moans spilling out softer, filled with both grace and helplessness.

And then, without warning, Haruki drove himself fully inside.

Rough, urgent.

Kyouko's eyes flew wide, her body jolting from the sudden intrusion. A sharp sting, pain mixing with heat.

She bit her lower lips, holding back the cry that almost escaped. Her chest heaved, her hands gripping at the sheets as her pussy adjusted to his size.

It was overwhelming.

yet the rush of pleasure flooded in right after, washing over the sting and leaving her trembling. Her moan came out broken, soft, filled with both endurance and delight.

Even after giving birth to two children for him, she still couldn't understand why he felt this impossibly big inside her.

Kyouko's thoughts were a scramble, her body straining and shivering beneath him. Each pull and push stretched her to the very edge, filling her to her limit, and still, she felt there was more of him, more length pressing, demanding, reaching deeper than she could ever take.

Her lips parted in a shuddering gasp as he drove forward again. At that limit, that point where her body begged for mercy, she felt it, the blunt, heavy nudge deep inside, as if he was pushing past what should have been possible.

Kyouko's body trembled, unable to endure the overwhelming waves coursing through her. Her climax was already surging, building too fast, too sharp.

That blunt, heavy nudge inside her, pressing against the most sensitive part of her depths, made her entire body jolt. Each thrust rubbed and pushed against it, the wide head of his shaft striking again and again, turning the ache into unbearable sweetness.

Her back arched, her hands clutching the sheets, her lips parting in a silent cry. Her body shivered uncontrollably, eyes wide with shock at how quickly the pleasure rose.

Her thighs quivered, her breath broke into ragged moans, and her body surrendered to the oncoming rush, every nerve alight as Haruki's relentless hunger pushed her to the edge.

Her core clenched violently, rippling around him.

Then it came,an uncontrollable release, shooting out a sudden burst of warmth, wetness spilling and coating him in a slick heat.

Haruki groaned low in his throat, the sensation flooding him with raw pleasure. That sudden gush, that delicious wetness wrapping his shaft, soft, slippery, and utterly consuming. Every thrust after sank into her with ease, the tightness mixing with the overflowing slick.

His grip on her breast tightened, his hips moving harder, greedier, savoring every ounce of that perfect slickness, every flutter of her quivering pussy wrapped around him.

It felt too good.

So good that Haruki almost lost himself in it. Not only the delicious slickness, the unbearable tightness, the way she climaxed so easily around him.

But because it was her.

Because it was Kyouko.

She wasn't just beautiful.

Every day she seemed to grow more radiant, more youthful in his eyes.

But it not just that for him.

Kyouko, who could be so shy and cute in one moment, yet so graceful and serene in another.

Kyouko, whose beauty deepened with every year, every smile, every soft glance.

Kyouko, who was perfect in ways no other woman could ever be.

That's what she was to him. Perfect in every way.

His hips drove harder, his lips hungry on her shoulder, his hand never leaving her breast, drinking in her trembling body.

After countless climaxes, after her body bent and turned in position after position, Kyouko lay trembling, spent, her breath broken into shallow gasps. Haruki was still moving, still wild, still drunk on her deliciousness.

He could feel his own release rushing closer, the edge unbearable, his grip on her hips tightening as if he'd never let her go.

Through her haze, Kyouko's soft, weary voice came, heavy with exhaustion and the lingering tremors of her pleasure.

"Haruki… don't… release… inside…"

But Haruki's mind was gone to reason, lost in the madness of sensation. The slick warmth of her, the clenching that welcomed him, the beauty of her body trembling beneath his.

He couldn't stop.

"Kyouko…" he groaned, the hunger in him burning hotter, faster.

"Haruki?" she gasped again, a trace of plea in her tired voice.

"Haruki!!! No—!!"

Kyouko try to make Haruki pull,but it was too late.

She felt it, his shaft pulsing deep, releasing in heavy waves inside her, hot and unstoppable. She arched weakly, eyes wide, unable to resist, her body still quivering around him.

Moments later, silence fell but for the sound of their breathing. Kyouko's cheeks flushed red, her chest rising and falling quickly. She pouted softly, whispering with what little strength she had.

"Mou… Haruki…"

He lifted his head slightly, eyes still hazed with desire. "Hmm?"

"You're going to make me pregnant again~" she whispered, her lips curving into a tired but beautiful smile.

( End Of Chapter )