Our Summer Is Not Over - vanish into fiction

Mia, who was clutching documents in one hand and Dylan’s uniform in the other, flailed and ended up dropping the papers. She reached one empty hand behind her, trying to push him away. The moment she lost her balance and stumbled, Dylan caught her outstretched hand and pulled her toward him.

“It’s… it’s too deep.”

That movement caused him to thrust in even deeper than before. Mia’s body trembled uncontrollably.

Drops of Dylan’s sweat fell onto her back. For Mia, who was already oversensitized, even that sensation felt like pleasure.

“Stop, stop…”

It was to the point of being painful.

As he slowly stroked Mia’s body, which was trembling out of her control, Dylan spoke. There was a hint of excitement and satisfaction in his voice.

“Stop, you say? When you’re enjoying it this much?”

She should have answered that it wasn’t true, that she was just doing this because of the contract, but her scattered thoughts couldn’t be collected.

“Ah, uhn… hah.”

Dylan’s always-neat desk had long since become a mess. The uniform underneath Mia was not only wrinkled but soaked with the fluid she had spilled.

Just as Mia’s eyes began to flush red with shame, Dylan pulled his member all the way out from inside her.

Again, Mia’s body shuddered violently.

“Ah, hng…”

He hadn’t pulled out even after he had climaxed, so thick white semen dripped from her entrance, drop by drop. Dylan gathered it up and pushed it back inside with his fingers.

As Mia clenched tightly around his hand, she asked,

“Is it… over… is it done now?”

It was a question that arose because there hadn’t been the same intense movement as during her first time.

Dylan withdrew his fingers from Mia’s entrance. Despite what he’d just pushed in, more white liquid trickled out. When Dylan didn’t answer, Mia slowly pushed herself up and turned around.

“Of course not.”

At his firm reply, Mia looked up and met Dylan’s gaze.

Unlike herself, who was a complete mess, he looked no different than usual from the waist up.

“Why are you perfectly fine, when I’m the only one who…”

Seeing him so composed only made her shame deepen, as if she were back in that moment when she’d stripped in front of him for the first time.

Even when she had suffered violence, she had managed not to cry, but for some reason, right now she wanted to weep.

It was a strange feeling.

Whether he knew how she felt or not, Dylan placed a brief kiss on the corner of Mia’s flushed eye. Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued,

“Mia, since the documents were ruined because of me, it would be better if I took care of that work.”

His low, roughened voice sounded so pleasant it nearly made her forget the shame she’d just felt. As she silently stared at him, Dylan lifted Mia’s legs and pushed his now-erect length back into her entrance.

After several rounds of climax, Mia’s insides, now thoroughly loosened and slick, took him in without resistance.

“Ah…!”

As her body, so used to his member, squeezed around him, Dylan’s expression twisted with pleasure.

Just for a moment, Mia reached up and messed up Dylan’s usually neat, golden hair. Only then did he look a little more disheveled, just like her.

Even that disordered look was overwhelmingly beautiful.

‘Beautiful.’

Mia stared at him, completely transfixed. His vivid blue eyes looked back at her.

How could such a cold, lonely sea hold such warmth and not be beautiful?

“Beautiful.”

It was a word that came out as Mia traced Dylan’s eyes with her finger. His voice was deep and thick, but Mia was suddenly confused—

Did I just say that out loud…?

She didn’t know. Who had said it didn’t matter.

She grabbed Dylan’s shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. At the same time, his hand gripped her hips.

In an instant, Mia was lifted up and clung to him as if stuck to the desk. At that, a curse slipped from Dylan’s lips.

After that, Mia didn’t remember very well how things unfolded.

The sensations rising from below felt unfamiliar, and as she tried to stifle the moans that kept escaping her lips, she found herself pulling him in for a kiss.

Afterward, they moved into the small room adjoining the office and tumbled together without pause, and spent a long time tangled together in the small bathroom attached to it.

Just as Dylan had said, their messy union continued for a long time.

* * *

As Mia was getting ready to attend the promised party, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, wearing only her underwear.

Her body, thoroughly worked over by Dylan over the past few days, was plain to see.

Seeing him appear behind her in the mirror, she spoke briefly.