I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 33
The man in Eve’s dream gently stroked her body, as he had done before. Starting at her toes, his touch slowly traveled upwards until it reached her chest.
Eve lifted her hand, attempting to grasp the blurry face she couldn’t clearly see. Just as she was about to hurl a complaint at him, she locked eyes with a pair of turquoise eyes.
Eve blinked in confusion. It was the first time she had clearly seen the sharp, turquoise gaze in the man’s once blurry face. The lust overflowing from his eyes was so intense that Eve’s dream body stiffened as though he were about to devour her.
His large, hot hand roughly caressed her trembling body. The sensation of his hand sliding across her soft flesh felt oddly different from before. His red tongue slowly licked the side of her neck, and the warm, wet sensation drew a soft sigh from Eve’s lips.
Seemingly stimulated by her reaction, the man moved between her legs. As this had happened many times before, Eve naturally spread her legs for him, expecting the familiar kisses on her most intimate area.
But instead of the usual wet tongue, a thick and firm finger pressed into her. Startled, Eve instinctively clenched her legs and tried to move her hips back. But there was nowhere to go.
The space in her dream, which once seemed vast, had suddenly shrunk like a cramped confessional booth. The area, which had felt wide open just moments ago, now seemed small, leaving Eve with no escape or room to avoid the man.
Despite her confusion, the man’s fingers continued to probe her entrance without hesitation. No matter her feelings, her body, familiar with pleasure, responded by releasing more fluid, and a wet, squelching sound echoed from within. Eve’s face flushed with heat.
Though the man in her dream had always handled her body as though it belonged to him, he had never once inserted a finger or his shaft inside her. At most, his tongue would explore the flesh of her intimate area or briefly slip into her entrance as if teasing her, but this was the first time his fingers had dug deep inside.
As Eve gasped for breath, the man opened his mouth and took her breast into it. Just like his fingers that were stirring below, his lips roughly assaulted her chest, and Eve couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“Ah! Ah!”
As she gasped in pleasure, her hands involuntarily pulled the man’s head closer to her chest. At that moment, the man added another finger. Startled, Eve panted, her face buried against his chest, but the man only pressed his fingers deeper inside her.
His fingers scraped against her inner walls, causing her thighs to tremble uncontrollably. Without giving her a moment to adjust, he pushed in a third finger through the narrow space.
“Ah!”
Eve’s entrance felt stretched to its limit, and she urgently pushed against the man’s shoulders. Fortunately, the man didn’t insist, and he withdrew, his fingers slowly slipping out from within her.
The absence of his fingers left her feeling empty, even though just moments before, she had feared her entrance might tear. As the large body that had been between her legs moved back, Eve felt an overwhelming desire to reach out and grab him. However, her pride kept her from saying anything.
Her body trembled under the man’s gaze, which continued to rake over every inch of her. Her lips felt dry under the weight of his eyes. Suddenly, the man grabbed her roughly.
“Ah!”
The man lifted her legs into the air with his strong arms, holding them together. Without warning, something warm and solid pressed between her soft thighs. Both of his hands and his face were in her view, so what was it that had slipped between her legs?
Glancing down, Eve saw a thick, reddish mass, its color dark and wet with a small drop of clear liquid leaking from its tip. It was the man’s shaft.
Eve looked up at him in disbelief. His sharp eyes softened slightly, almost as though he was smiling. The man thrust his thick cock through her thighs until its base was pressed against her buttocks. The tip of his cock, now fully protruding between her thighs, twitched against her belly. It felt almost as if they were having sex.
The man let out a languid sigh before swiftly pulling back, only to thrust forward again with a resounding slap. His hot, firm shaft moved relentlessly between her soft thighs, causing the tender skin on the insides of her legs to sting from the friction. But Eve didn’t feel like complaining. The intense pleasure, along with the fullness spreading through her body, completely overpowered the pain.
Her entrance was wet with arousal, and she could feel the friction of his shaft rubbing against her thighs. Yet she felt no shame. After all, the man was leaking fluids as well. The area between her navel and her legs was wet from the liquid dripping from his shaft. Despite the fact that he wasn’t touching her intimate area, her body grew hotter with each movement of his shaft between her thighs.
She wished he would move faster and harder. As if reading her thoughts, the man increased his pace, slamming into her soft body without restraint. His gaze traced over her face and her bouncing breasts as if he were licking her with his eyes. Feeling his intense stare on her chest, Eve squeezed her breasts together with her hands, pinching her nipples hard.
“Ah!”
Though she was touching herself, it felt as if it was the man, rather than her, gripping her breasts. The more her face contorted with pleasure, the tighter his grip on her legs became. His thrusts between her thighs grew even more intense. Eve panted heavily, pressing her thighs tightly around his cock. She could tell he was nearing his climax.
Despite the burning friction between her thighs, neither Eve nor the man seemed to care. The man’s clear fluid spread all over her thighs, creating wet, slippery sounds with each movement.
Even as her body shook violently, Eve kept her eyes locked on the man’s shaft, which had become much darker than before. It was shiny and flushed red, glistening with desire.
Finally, the tip of his cock erupted, releasing a thick, cloudy stream of semen that splattered across her flat stomach, her voluptuous breasts, and her flushed face. It was a climax unlike any she had experienced before.
Through her trembling legs, she watched the man’s body, still breathing heavily, and his shaft, which showed no signs of softening. Eve stared quietly at his eyes as he approached her.
Their eyes met, and the man stuck out his tongue to lick the semen that had splattered onto Eve’s face. Her hypersensitive body shivered uncontrollably as his breath grazed her ear. Just as she pressed her hands against his broad chest to push him away, he whispered softly into her ear.
“Eve.”
Startled by the deep, raspy voice, Eve quickly turned her head, but the man’s body was already beginning to fade. When she opened her eyes again, Eve realized more time had passed than she had expected. Bright sunlight was pouring onto her face.
***
Despite Eve’s lingering discomfort from the dream, the day’s schedule proceeded as planned.
Eve glanced briefly at the smooth skin of her inner thighs, which bore no signs of injury, before dressing in a suitable dress with the help of the servants. Once ready, she made her way to the corridor to examine the new paintings Rose had brought. She hoped this would help her shake off the unsettling feelings from her dream.
However, it didn’t take long for Eve to realize that this was a mistake.
Among Rose’s new paintings were several pieces that seemed to be inspired by the man from Eve’s dream. This, of course, caused the contents of her dream to resurface in her mind.
In the dream, the man, who had never acted that way before, had suddenly used his fingers to explore the walls of her intimate area and caressed her thighs. And for the first time, he had spoken.
None of this should have mattered, as it was just a dream. But before Eve could fully collect her thoughts, Rose’s voice broke her reverie.
“I’m terribly sorry, my lady.”
Eve turned her head to see Rose bowing deeply before her.
“Even after showing you my previous work, I kept feeling inspired and continued painting without asking for your permission.”
Rose seemed to have misunderstood the troubled expression on Eve’s face, likely believing it was due to the paintings.
Eve shook her head quickly. “No, it’s not that. All I mentioned was that there was a man with black hair, nothing more.”
Other than the black hair, everything else in the painting had come entirely from Rose’s imagination. Eve forced a smile out of habit. Rose’s gentle and sociable nature was so different from the intensity of her artwork.
Soon after, Aeshath and Dane entered the corridor. Aeshath was the first to notice Eve and greeted her warmly.
“Eve, are you usually an early riser? If I had known, we could have shared breakfast together.”
It seemed that Aeshath had arranged for them to eat in their own rooms as a courtesy. Normally, Eve would still be in bed at this hour.
“No, I’m usually quite lazy. I just happened to wake up early today. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I slept quite soundly. I heard you skipped breakfast.”
Eve blinked, surprised that Aeshath had been paying attention to something so trivial as whether she had eaten.
“I usually skip breakfast. But what about you, Dane? It looks like he didn’t get much rest?”