NOVEL NEXT Chapter 17: Making love with Satoru:
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Satoru's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes burning with intense desire. He swiftly closed the gap, enveloping you in a tight grasp. His arms wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you close.
You felt trapped, unable to breathe. "Ah, what is it...?" you whispered, voice strained, as a soft moan of discomfort escaped your lips.
Satoru's eyes flared with intensified passion. His arousal spiked and he swooped you up in his arms, cradling you bridal-style.
Your face flushed deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, holding onto him tight. Your eyes widened, sparkling with surprise.
Satoru's smirk deepened, his lips inches from yours. "You're adorable when vulnerable," he whispered.
You gazed up at Satoru's chest, noticing his shirt. "Your shirt... is unbuttoned."
Satoru's smile widened, his eyes burning with desire and lust. "So what of it?" he teased.
"But it wasn't like that when you left," you replied, curiosity mingling with unease.
Satoru chuckled low, his gaze intensifying. "You've got some sharp eyes," he whispered, carrying you toward the bedroom.
He dropped you onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He climbed on top, his body covering yours.
Your face flushed deeply, a fierce blush spreading across your cheeks.
Satoru leaned in, his warm breath dancing across your skin. He kissed and nuzzled your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers intertwined with yours, pinning your hands to the pillows.
Your body trembled, sweat beading on your skin. Soft, whimpered moans escaped your lips.
Satoru's lips grazed your collarbone, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He took a deep, sensual sniff.
"I love your smell, my wife," he whispered, his voice husky.
Your heart raced faster, pounding in your chest.
"I can hear your heartbeat," Satoru growled, his voice low and dripping with lust. "I can tell you're loving this."
Satoru's fingers traced your shoulders, slowly sliding the sleeves down your arms. "Why aren't you helping me?" he whispered, his eyes locked on yours.
Your hands trembled as you reached up, nervousness coursing through your veins. Fingers shaking, you laid your hands on the collar of his shirt, hesitantly beginning to unbutton it.
Satoru's fingers grazed your thighs, slowly lifting your silky dress. The fabric slid up, exposing your lower stomach.
Your breathing quickened, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Satoru's smirk widened. He leaned in, his lips gently caressing your lower abdomen.
Your eyes widened as Satoru's lips touched your lower abdomen. Nervousness overwhelmed you.
Your knees jerked upward, accidentally kicking Satoru's balls.
"Ahh!" Satoru groaned, wincing in pain, and recoiled.
You sat up abruptly, concern and guilt etched on your face. "Oh no, I'm sorry!"
Satoru's grimace faded, replaced by a sly smirk. His eyes burned with desire once again. "Nice kick. You missed it."
He pounced, forcefully pinning you back onto the pillows. His hands clamped down on your wrists, holding them firmly against the bed.
"Maybe I'll give you another target," he whispered huskily.
Your cheeks flushed deeper as worry and nervousness intensified. "I didn't do that on purpose, you idiot," you stammered.
Satoru's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Shut the hell up, wife."
He shifted, settling between your thighs. Your blush deepened, and you closed your eyes, overwhelmed with shyness.
After a while of foreplaying, his passionate grip tightened around you. His intense pace quickened, fueling his desire. You blushed, overwhelmed.
You let out soft, breathy moans, exhaustion creeping in. Satoru's low, husky groans accompanied each deliberate movement. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his veins bulged prominently beneath his tense skin. His intensity was unwavering.
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Satoru's father relaxed into his armchair, captivated by a heartwarming TV show. Grandchildren enthusiastically hugged grandparents, and delighted squeals filled the room. His eyes twinkled with warmth.
Satoru's mother entered, noticing his gentle smile. "What's making you smile?" she asked.
He nodded toward the screen. "Look at those little grandchildren surprising their grandparents."
She sat beside him, watching as grandparents and grandkids shared tender moments. "They're adorable, aren't they?" Her eyes sparkled.
Satoru's father turned to his wife, his eyes warm. "Wouldn't life be better with grandchildren?"
Her cheeks flushed softly. She nodded.
"Should we hint to Satoru?" he asked.
She chuckled. "He's just 19; plenty of time."
Satoru's father sighed. "I'm 49 already."
His wife smiled soothingly. "Satoru's young. And think about our daughter-in-law – only 17."
Satoru's father raised an eyebrow. "How long should I wait?"
"Perhaps... three to five years?" his wife replied.
He feigned outrage, throwing his hands up. "That's eternity! I'll be ancient dust by then!"
His wife gently shook her head, chuckling. "No, you'd be 53 to 55."
Satoru's father slumped back into the armchair. "I don't want Satoru to become an old papa like me. We had him late; I'd rather not repeat that pattern."
His wife placed a soothing hand on his arm. "True, but we can't rush them. Teenage pregnancy isn't ideal."
He sighed, defeated. "You're right, wife."
💌Are you pregnant? Hope not yet.
To be continued...