Chapter 165: Removing the Ring
The haze brought by the climax slowly dissipated in Katniss's eyes, indicating that her climax was slowly fading away. Nathan and Katniss locked eyes, Nathan looked at Katniss with intense reluctance, tenderness, and deep love in his eyes, while Katniss also showed a hint of reluctance in her gaze, but also a hint of resentment. It seemed that she still hadn't forgiven Nathan for forcing her, and also seemed to regret why she didn't insist. However, the instinctual pleasure in her body made her unable to resist any emotions.
Sensing that Katniss's climax had passed, Nathan knew it was time to move on. Unable to bear Katniss's resentful gaze, he avoided eye contact with her, slowly using his other hand to lift Katniss's slender body up by her legs. Katniss's other leg was originally crossed over Nathan's waist. Nathan, who was used to physical labor, effortlessly lifted Katniss due to her slim body.
With an inadvertent strong thrust, Nathan lifted Katniss's buttocks, causing them to tremble slightly from the impact. Her previously resentful eyes instantly became hazy again. Whenever Nathan's penis penetrated, it always made her lose herself instantly.
Nathan grabbed Katniss's buttocks with both hands, her slender legs wrapped around Nathan's waist. If I didn't know better, I would have doubted whether Nathan and Katniss were intentionally putting on a show for me, because they never left the window, always maintaining the closest distance to me, allowing me to clearly hear, see, and smell everything.
After adjusting his position, Nathan thrust fiercely once again, causing Katniss to let out a soft moan. These two thrusts seemed to be familiarizing and seeking the rhythm of this position. After a tentative thrusting twice, Nathan began to continuously thrust while holding Katniss. With Katniss's legs wrapped around Nathan's waist, I could slightly lower my head to see the intertwined veins on the penis moving in and out of Katniss's wet and tender vagina, with her pink labia following the trajectory of the thrusts. Katniss couldn't help but wrap her arms around Nathan's neck, swaying up and down with Nathan's thrusts. Her large breasts pressed tightly against Nathan's chest, changing shapes as they moved with Nathan's thrusts and her body's swaying.
Katniss's buttocks were vigorously struck back and forth by Nathan's hips, creating waves of motion. Nathan kneaded Katniss's buttocks with his hands, leaving red palm prints on her tender skin. Each time Nathan kneaded, Katniss's moans would suddenly increase, whether from excitement or pain from Nathan's grip.
After thrusting in this position for about five minutes, Nathan might have gotten tired, as he was now sweating profusely. Despite Katniss's light weight, Nathan's age was catching up to him, and holding Katniss like this, while thrusting, was physically demanding. Nathan stopped thrusting, lifted Katniss's body up, took a step forward, and placed Katniss on the windowsill.
Katniss sat on the windowsill, both of them now sweating heavily. Nathan took a deep breath, feeling drained from the previous position. His penis was still deeply embedded in Katniss's vagina. Nathan embraced Katniss, resting his chin on her shoulder. Katniss's hands still wrapped around Nathan's neck, perhaps sensing Nathan's fatigue, her hands gently began to stroke Nathan's back, possibly to comfort him.
At this moment, Katniss had fully accepted the night, perhaps convincing herself, admitting the hypocrisy of the night, or maybe enjoying it with a sense of luck, unaware that her husband was watching everything in front of him.
Nathan and Katniss embraced, Nathan kissing Katniss's shoulder while regaining his strength. Nathan's lips trailed along Katniss's shoulder, neck, and finally lifted his head to meet Katniss's gaze. Nathan was weak, while Katniss was more dominant compared to him. If Nathan and Katniss were to have a staring contest, Nathan would definitely lose.
Katniss's gaze towards Nathan was filled with resentment, making her seem somewhat distant. Perhaps due to Nathan's coercion that night, he felt a bit guilty, seeing a hint of coldness in Katniss's eyes. Nathan was also someone who tended to overthink, occasionally avoiding Katniss's gaze, but also meeting her eyes. However, seeing Katniss staring straight at him, he was unsure of her attitude and thoughts.
After about a minute, Nathan had rested enough. He gently moved his hips, causing his penis to slightly move within Katniss's vagina. This slight thrust made Katniss furrow her brows. After adjusting his position, Katniss sitting on the windowsill spread her legs slightly apart again. Nathan held Katniss's bent legs with both hands, swaying his hips to start thrusting once more.
The friction sound of their genitals resounded once again. This position was very energy-saving, and the height of the windowsill was just right. Nathan stood in place, his penis fully inserted into Katniss's vagina as she sat on the windowsill. Katniss's indifferent eyes slowly became hazy again, and Nathan noticed the change in her gaze, causing him to smile.
As Nathan continued thrusting, he leaned in with his stubbly mouth, wanting to kiss Katniss's lips. Although he had just kissed her once, it was more of a forced act. This time, he gently moved his lips closer, while Katniss's head was completely free. While enjoying Nathan's lovemaking, Katniss looked at Nathan hazily, seeing his lips approaching but not making any move.
Without any evasion, when Nathan's lips touched Katniss's red lips, she closed her eyes, indicating her acceptance. Their lips tightly pressed together, and Nathan occasionally teased Katniss by sticking his tongue into her mouth. As time passed, the gentle kisses transformed into passionate French kisses and wet kisses as the lovemaking progressed.
The sounds of flesh colliding, the wet sounds of genital friction, and the kissing sounds echoed throughout the room. Katniss's body was rocked on the windowsill by Nathan's thrusts, causing the curtains to sway, brushing against my body. I had to tightly grip the curtains with one hand to avoid revealing my presence. Listening to the symphony of their lovemaking, I gently stroked my own penis with my other hand. My glans had already secreted fluid, but no matter how I rubbed through my pants, I couldn't muster the desire to ejaculate. Perhaps touching myself through the fabric was unsatisfying, or perhaps witnessing everything firsthand had dampened my arousal with a sense of pain.
At this moment, I couldn't help but feel some regret. Why did I create this opportunity today? Why did I hide here? If time could be reversed, I would definitely not do this. Although I felt excited at the moment, it was mostly painful, and my legs were already numb. While Katniss and Nathan were enjoying themselves, I was enduring both mental and physical torment.
About ten minutes later, Nathan was slowly reaching his peak, as his thrusts became faster and more intense. However, just as I felt Nathan was about to climax, he suddenly stopped thrusting and abruptly pulled out his penis, completely withdrawing it. Nathan's sudden withdrawal made Katniss let out a moan, containing a hint of reluctance and resentment. It wasn't just Nathan who needed to reach climax.
After pulling out his penis, Nathan quickly lifted Katniss off the windowsill and placed her on the floor. Katniss didn't resist, cooperating with Nathan's movements. After Katniss's legs touched the ground, Nathan turned her body around. At this moment, the two seemed to understand each other's thoughts, and Katniss seemed to know what Nathan was about to do. Perhaps to cherish the time and prevent the climax that was about to come from fading away. After turning her body around, Katniss held onto the windowsill with both hands, arching her hips back, lowering her slender waist. Nathan shook Katniss, his meat stick in the middle of his hips trembling and throbbing with the mixture of fluids and foam, while Katniss's body was pressed against him. Watching Nathan's grotesque thing in his crotch, the same thing that had deflowered Katniss's innocence time and time again, and brought her to climax each time, I felt a deep sense of jealousy. If only our penises could switch sizes, how great would that be for my son and me.
With Katniss silently cooperating, Nathan adjusted her position. With one hand holding Katniss's slender waist and the other gripping his own thick and long penis, Nathan's egg-sized glans tapped against Katniss's vaginal opening a few times before he thrust forward forcefully. His penis fully penetrated Katniss's vagina. After countless lovemaking sessions, Katniss's vagina had fully adapted to and accepted the size of Nathan's penis, their genitals fitting together as if they were made for each other. In the past, whether Nathan took the initiative or Katniss did, it would take several thrusts for Nathan's penis to fully enter Katniss's vagina, but now it could be done in an instant.
Nathan's hands reached under Katniss, grabbing her two large breasts hanging beneath her chest, and his hips began to thrust frantically. This thrusting was intense, and Katniss held onto the windowsill with all her might, enduring the impact from behind, her delicate fingers turning white from the exertion.
Katniss moaned loudly, not holding back this time. They were both about to reach their peak. At the same time, Nathan was about to ejaculate, filling Katniss's uterus with his semen. Wait, ejaculation? It was at this moment that I remembered—during the last pregnancy check, the doctor had removed Katniss's contraceptive ring due to its age, to prevent inflammation. I realized that there was no barrier between Katniss's uterus and the semen now. If Katniss's egg and Nathan's sperm were to combine, then... I finally understood why Katniss had struggled and refused Nathan so firmly earlier. Perhaps she knew her contraceptive ring had been removed, despite my promise, it was still the main reason for her refusal.
Oh no, how could I forget about this? At this moment, I couldn't rush out to stop everything. Thankfully, Katniss remembered. Now I could only hope that before Nathan ejaculated, she would remind him not to ejaculate inside her. As Nathan's climax approached, my hand involuntarily began to tighten.
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