A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 37 : Sweet Surrender

Haruki immediately froze.

"Kyouko..." His voice was soft and gentle. "Do you want me to stop?"

She didn't answer right away, just breathed hard. The burn inside her was like fire. This wasn't what she remembered—not at all.

It wasn't like her husband.

It wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced.

Haruki's size—it was too much. Far too much.

But even through the pain, even with tears welling in the corners of her eyes, she didn't want him to pull away. Not now.

Kyouko shook her head slowly, biting her lower lip to keep from whimpering. Then she let out a small laugh—trembling but genuine. Her palm lifted, and she gently slapped Haruki's hand in a teasing manner.

"It's already... halfway in," she said between shaky breaths, her voice carrying a bittersweet smile. "Do you really think we can stop now?"

Haruki looked at Kyouko, her face flushed and her eyes shimmering. He leaned closer, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his lips close to hers.

And even with the pain, even with the tears, she leaned up, kissed his lips gently, and whispered, "Just... go slow."

Her voice cracked, but the determination was clear.

He nodded, his expression softening. "Okay," he murmured against her lips. "Okay, Kyouko."

Haruki kept his word, moving slowly. But it wasn't easy. Even though she was wet, Kyouko's pussy was still tight—far tighter than he had expected. He could feel her muscles clenching and resisting with each inch.

Haruki winced, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to push forward, slower than ever before. Kyouko's arms tightened around his neck, her nails digging into his back as she buried her face against his chest, muffling small, pained sounds.

It felt like an eternity before he was finally fully inside her. Haruki paused, giving her time to adjust and letting them both catch their breath.

Kyouko lay beneath him, trembling, her legs shaking. She took several deep breaths, trying to relax, but her body was rigid, tensed against the intrusion. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears escaping the corners.

"Kyouko," Haruki whispered, his voice soft and warm, "we can stop."

She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. "No... just wait a bit."

Her voice was a shaky whisper. "It'll... get better."

Haruki nodded and kissed her forehead gently. He remained still, giving her the time she needed to adjust to the unfamiliar stretch.

After a few moments, Kyouko's breathing slowly began to even out. The pain hadn't disappeared, but it was fading from a sharp sting to a dull ache. She shifted slightly, testing the sensation, and winced at the movement.

Haruki felt Kyouko's pussy was wet and slightly loosened.

He leaned in and kissed Kyouko's lips while slowly moving his hips. His penis went deeper inside her.

Kyouko tensed again, her breath hitching, but this time the pain was less intense. Haruki continued to move slowly, carefully, gauging her reactions with each small thrust.

Haruki could feel her beginning to relax around him, her walls loosening ever so slightly as he began to move. Her breathing changed, deepening as the initial pain gave way to something else—something warm and growing.

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Kyouko reached up and pulled him closer, burying her face in his shoulder as his movements became more deliberate. "Haruki," she whispered against his skin, "faster..."

Haruki nodded. He began to thrust harder, his rhythm quick and steady. Kyouko arched beneath him, her fingers gripping his back as he filled her completely with each stroke. The pleasure was building, a heat spreading through her core.

"Ah... Haruki...!"

She called out his name, her voice a breathy moan as he quickened his pace.

He kept his lips against her ear. "Does it feel good?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

Kyouko nodded, her head tilting back as she arched off the couch, meeting each thrust with rising urgency. Kyouko clung to Haruki as her body tensed, her breath catching in her throat.

Inside Kyouko's mind, everything blurred—desire, guilt, longing. Over twenty years. That was how long it had been since she last felt truly wanted... truly touched like this. And now, this young man—her son-in-law—was here, fucking her like her body was meant for this.

And she couldn't believe it; his penis was so big, thick, long, and hard.

Kyouko pressed her face into Haruki's chest, muffling a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this consumed by pleasure, this lost in sensation.

A strange, rising wave bloomed deep inside her belly—warm, electric, and unfamiliar. It climbed with every breath, every movement, and every second his body stayed close to hers. Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt. Her thighs tensed, then trembled.

Kyouko's eyes widened.

Her body jolted once—sharp and involuntary. Her back arched subtly, her breath caught in her throat. Her lips parted again as the sensation peaked—a sudden rush of heat and pleasure that made her shudder from head to toe. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a soft, breathy moan slipped out before she could stop it. Her body quivered as the wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her gasping.

Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, not from sadness, but from something overwhelming. Something beautiful.

She had never... not once... felt this. Not like this.

But this... this was new. Wild. Soft. Real.

Her fingers instinctively sought Haruki's hand, holding it tight.

"...Haruki..." she whispered, her voice shaky but full of something warm. Something real.

Haruki's breath grew heavier as his body tensed. He tried to hold on—to savor the moment, to keep the rhythm gentle—but the way Kyouko's pussy wrapped around his penis made him lose control. He quickened his pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her.

"Kyouko..." he whispered.

Then, with one final, shaky breath, his body surrendered—pressing deeper into her as waves of release took over him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing ragged as he rode the tide of his orgasm.

And Kyouko felt it—deep inside her.

A sudden, unfamiliar warmth filled her, spreading slowly and intensely. Her breath caught in her throat as she clung to him, her body still sensitive from her own climax. The sensation was so foreign, yet so intimate. So real.

Haruki stayed inside her for a long moment, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Slowly, he lifted his head, looking into her eyes. They stared at each other, the tension between them thick and unspoken.

Kyouko's hand instinctively pressed against his back, holding him close. Her other hand reached up, gently stroking his hair as his breathing began to steady.

She could feel his heartbeat—fast and heavy. He wasn't trying to rush away. He wasn't pulling back. He stayed right there, enveloping her in his warmth.

And for the first time in more than twenty years...

She felt full.

Complete.

Not just as a woman—but as someone cherished. Wanted.

( End Of Chapter )