CHAPTER 105: PUSHING TOO HARD 18+

But Jae wasn’t done with her yet. He teased her lightly, his voice low and playful, suggesting she use herself if she felt tired.

She groaned softly in reply, too weak to speak properly, her chest heaving. The small whimpers she let out made him grin, knowing she was already overwhelmed, yet still craving more.

He guided her gently back onto all fours, steadying her with firm hands. Her movements were slow, tentative, but trusting.

The curve of her back pressed against him as he helped her adjust, and she shivered under his touch. The warmth of her skin brushed against him, the subtle quivers of her muscles betraying how sensitive she still was.

Jae shed his pants, letting his readiness show, the head slick and glistening as it caught the faint light.

He positioned himself at her soaked entrance, his touch deliberate. With a smooth motion, he slid in fully, and she convulsed instantly, another soft cry escaping her lips as her body reacted, muscles clenching around him reflexively.

He paused, letting her adjust to the sudden fullness, letting her feel every inch. Her hips trembled, her breath came in shallow gasps, and her fingers flexed against the mattress.

When she had taken a shaky breath, he began to move slowly, deep and measured. In and out, steady strokes that shook her from the inside, making her lose control of words.

She let out long, breathless moans, curling her toes into the sheets. Her body felt caught between the clouds and something heavier, grounded, every nerve alive with sensation. She wondered why he was being so relentless today, but a small part of her knew she liked it.

Jae continued, matching each subtle twitch and arch of her hips. Their skin met with soft, wet sounds, the rhythmic collisions of their bodies marking the pace.

He loved the way she clutched him tightly, as if afraid to let go, as if she couldn’t. He shifted slightly, changing the angle, the depth, the gentle tilt of each stroke, and she moaned with every adjustment.

The room was full of quiet sounds, their breathing ragged and uneven, her soft cries and his low groans blending together.

Every motion he made sent tiny shocks through her core, each one building on the last. Her back arched instinctively as he pushed deeper, her chest rising and falling rapidly, hands pressed against the mattress to steady herself. The intensity of every motion made her shiver uncontrollably, body alive to every touch.

He slid a finger into her other hole, teasing and deliberate. She moaned again, louder this time, breath hitching as she felt herself fuller than before, almost overflowing with the sensations. Her

body tensed around him instinctively, and she bit her lip, soft whimpers escaping as she tried to stay upright, trying to catch her breath.

Jae adjusted his rhythm slightly, working with her response, pushing just enough to keep her on the edge, guiding her with his hands on her hips.

Each in-and-out movement was slow and deep, making her feel stretched and tight all at once.

Her back arched, and she whimpered softly into the mattress, her fingers flexing and relaxing against the sheets as each motion carried her closer to the brink.

He watched carefully, matching the pace of her reactions, noticing the subtle shiver that ran along her spine every time he changed the angle.

Her body moved in small, automatic adjustments, hips rolling just enough to press back against him, feeling his weight and motion inside her.

Jae’s groans became more audible, his own breath ragged, eyes following every flicker of her expression, every part of her body reacting to him.

He loved the way she clung instinctively, how her muscles seemed to wrap around him with a mix of fear and need, gripping as if he might disappear if she let go.

Soon another wave of pleasure hit her, and she quivered uncontrollably. Her body shook lightly as her hips stuttered in rhythm with the lingering sensations.

Each pulse made her cave tighten even more, gripping him instinctively. Jae felt the response immediately, the snugness around him pressing every nerve alive, his body tensing as he reached his own peak.

He tried to pull back, to slow himself, but it was too late. The sensation had built too high, and he released inside her.

She gasped softly at the sudden warmth, feeling the movement of him within her, and a low groan of satisfaction escaped her throat.

The heat between them flared, filling her completely, spreading in waves that left her shaking and gasping.

She arched back slightly, clinging to the sheets as she tried to ride out the aftershocks, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths.

Jae finally eased out, his body heavy and warm, and collapsed beside her on the bed. For a brief moment, silence fell, broken only by their ragged breathing.

His chest heaved as he let his body settle, muscles loose but still buzzing from the intensity.

He closed his eyes for a beat, allowing the exhaustion to wash over him, feeling the heat of their shared energy still lingering in the room.

After just fifteen seconds, a new wave of energy surged through him. His mind flicked to the skill he had unlocked, a sharp grin spreading across his face.

He opened his eyes and glanced at her, a teasing gleam in his gaze. "Ready to go again?" he asked softly, his voice low but playful, full of anticipation.

She shook her head slightly, a tired but sweet expression on her face. "I... I need water and just a little rest," she murmured, her voice breathy.

Her fingers traced faint lines across her flushed cheeks as she leaned back slightly, the effort to even speak sending tiny shivers through her body.

Jae nodded, sitting up and stretching briefly before getting her some water. He returned quickly, the cool glass in his hand glinting in the faint light.

"Here," he said, offering it to her, his thumb brushing lightly against hers as she took it. She sipped slowly, letting the cool liquid soothe her throat and ease the heat still simmering in her chest.

He watched her carefully, noticing the slight tremor in her hands and the way her eyes fluttered with fatigue.

The soft hum of her breathing, the tiny shifts of her shoulders as she drank, all told him she was far from ready to continue.

His smile softened, and he set the glass down beside her, letting her have the quiet moment she needed.

As he observed her, the warmth of the room wrapped around them, the faint scent of her skin mixing with the lingering tension in the sheets.

He thought about her exhaustion and the subtle way her body still reacted to the memory of their movements, and he realized letting her rest was the right choice.

He leaned back slightly, keeping his gaze on her, enjoying the quiet intimacy, and allowed her to drink, fully aware that this pause was necessary. She was still flushed, still sensitive, and he didn’t want to push too far too soon.