My Little Sweet Wife 1

Chapter 141 - Why Don't You Answer?

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"Shhh... The pain will go away." Lisa pulled her closer. He kissed her again, to calm her down. She left out a sigh, and he continued. He never took his eyes from her's.

Contact. Collision. Entry.

Jennie squeezed her eyes shut and hissed. Her mouth hopelessly drifted open as she put her forehead to his shoulder. Her fingers clawed at his back as she gasped, coughed, breathed sharply.

Her warmth enveloped him and sent a wave of heat and excitement over his entire body. Lisa pushed as far as he dared. Her gasps and whines became more desperate the farther he went. It was when her mouth hung open in wordless, soundless confusion that he halted himself.

Jennie paused to catch her breath, and Lisa buried his face into her tiny shoulder. His breath clammed up her shoulder while she put her hands over the back of his head. They remained there, unmoving together, for a short time.

Lisa pressed his face into her chest. Jennie sighed gently. He raised his head to kiss her lips. She pressed against him and held the side of his face. He carefully slid back from her and lifted his hips as they kissed.

He stroked her the first time.

Jennie pulled her lips from his and cried out. He caught her head and held her close as he carefully did the same once, twice, three times. She whined softly as her toes curled.

Lisa needed to bite something but instead, he clenched his teeth. Each movement nearly finished him. There was no space to be spared. The envelopment was complete and perfect. He was tempted to bury himself completely inside her, but he didn't want to hurt her.

Lisa lifted himself off her as he continued. He took her hands and held them steady. Jennie put her head back and closed her eyes. Her breathing became steady, but her voice kept leaking from her lips with each stroke. Her breasts shook. The rhythm was intoxicating. Each time she'd whine, her body would move and his excitement folded unto itself.

Lisa selfishly wanted to thrust harder and harder. He would make her move more, cry more, love more. He remained at their pace.

Jennie became bolder and opened her eyes. At first, she looked at nothing and would wince and sigh as they moved. It was when she locked her eyes with Lisa and squeezed his hands that nearly overwhelmed him.

Her breathing, her eyes, her hair, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts... she was giving everything to him now. Her face was distraught with feeling, intensity, excitement. Both of them were too overwhelmed to smile.

A fear suddenly took her expression. Lisa had grown bolder himself as he moved. Jennie shut one eye and moaned, long and irreverently. She never looked away from him.

Lisa looked at Jennie intensely. This was his wife. She was crying for him, moving for him, breathing for him. He was the one doing these things to her. He was the one driving these sounds out of her, sending those tremblings through her body. Him and him alone.

Lisa's boldness began to overwhelm her. Her legs and arms became limp in his embrace. Her eyes fluttered open and shut as something began to take her away.

Lisa paused and slid his arm under Jennie's waist. He held her close, supported her, and loved her. He was very close now.

Jennie screamed. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs squeezed against his own as he moved. Her voice came in wave after wave. This was the most she'd ever felt with someone. They were giving to each other completely.

Jennie's voice trembled as they reached a crescendo. "Oh, L..Lisa...Ah, Lis!" She gasped and gasped as her tiny body wrapped its limbs around him. She hung on for dear life as Lisa moved.