Under the Oak Tree Chapter 115 The Loving Welcome of a Wife (2)

Chapter 115 – The Loving Welcome of a Wife (2)
“I’ll have a meal later. Just bring a change of clothes.” He gave last instructions and strode up the stairs.
Finally, when the door closed behind her back, Riftan put her down and began pouring kisses again. Max hung from his arm and gasped breathlessly. He tasted her mouth and took off his iron gloves, stroking her neck softly.
With the unusual wriggling of his rough lips, her neck went numb.She buried her cheeks in his hands, where warmth emanated. Riftan played his fingers on her disheveled hair giving out a low moan.
“How much I missed this touch…. Oh my God….”
He lowered his hand and caressed the skin under the hem of her dress greedily. Max put her hand in his robe, imitating his movements, and touched the thick chest bundled under his armor. Then Riftan breathed in roughly and pulled her hand and rubbed it against his thick neck like a large animal poking its head in and begging for a touch.
“Y-your b-body is so co-cold”, she said.
“No way.” His voice almost had a metallic tone. “I think my body is on fire.”
“W-where does it h-hurt? D-did you g-get hurt?” she asked, nervously.
“I’m hurt because of you.”
With a blurry face, Max looked at his body and wondered if she had jumped in and caused the injury. Then Riftan groaned low, almost ripping the robes apart.
“Damn, in my whole life this has never been stiffer and tinglier.”
Then Riftan, who hurriedly stripped off his breastplate and threw it on the floor, lifted her up and pushed her to the post. Max opened her eyes wide at the strong man who was pressing down on her lower abdomen. She was wrong that the kiss of reunion, the caress of desire and love, was more like a fraternity.
Riftan rubbed her hot body and sucked her lips like a very hungry person.. A slight moan escaped her lips, she held his neck tightly. The lovely move of a large dog easily rubbing itself turned into something fierce and passionate. To make her feel perfect with her excited body, he grabbed her hips and pulled them together. True to his words,his body was blazing hot.
“Now, I have to get inside you right now!” his gruff voice rang.
Max looked dreamily at his wet, damp lips that kissed repeatedly. He tugged her waistband off roughly, pulling her skirt and inner skirt up at once. Max wrapped her legs around his waist in line with his hands that were around her hips. He untied the straps of his trous*rs, ripped her und*erwear off and pushed in at once.
Max gasped and struggled with her legs. “Ri-Riftan…”
He stroked her thighs and slim waist under the hem of clothes he had rolled up. She clung on tightly, squeezing her waist. Riftan flinched like being kicked out and soon began to move quickly and powerfully.
Max pushed her man to the brink of madness, and whenever he pressed heavily on the deepest part, he slammed his head against the post. A ferocious feeling of never getting used to it shook her over and over. Electric pulses danced along the nerves that ran over, demanding an urgent response.
Max lost her senses, a cry almost escaping from her lips as he tore of the hem of her clothes. Riftan rubbed his wet lips against her forehead.
“Maxi… a little more. Almost there. Almost the…”
Max looked up at his red face with tears. In the midst of his wild breath, Riftan wrapped her head with one hand and poured out a swarm of voracious kisses. His tongue and his manh*od filled her whole body. Max groaned like an angry cat. She was worried that Riftan, who had reached his peak, would collapse. Twice….Thrice… He pushed himself all the way and trembled.
Max stretched her toes at a deafening climax. Riftan held her hips and stood motionless until the frantic heat subsided.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Only when the tremble had calmed down a little, he lifted his head that was stuck to the bedpost, and muttered in a hoarse voice.
Max only stared blankly at him in a daze…
Riftan muttered in a rough voice. “I didn’t mean to be this rough ….”
He laid her down on the floor and stared at her with a concerned face. With her frail legs, Max barely held out and shook her head.
“I-I a-am… O-kay…” she said, her cheeks flushed and her eyes misty.
“That’s your favorite phrase.”
He grabbed her swaying waist and held her upright. Max stared blankly as he pulled down her skirt again, unable to snap out of the peak aftertaste.
The husband had the right to get it from his wife whenever he wanted. It didn’t matter if it hurt her or she hurt him because she was like his property and belonged to him.
Nevertheless, he always cared about her feelings.
Max spat out in a tight voice.
“I-It really….didn’t hurt..”
“Okay. Now, let’s get it right….”
Right then came a hesitating knock at the door..