Tomoko's breath trembled against my neck. Our bodies tangled, heat rising between us like a sauna with no windows.
The air between us was humid, thick with sothing neither of us could na aloud, but we both knew what it was.
Ti slowed for , each second making my clothes more uncomfortable. Everything was heavy, from my shoulders to my arms and legs.
Tomoko didn't pull away. Instead, she held tighter, like I was the most familiar pillow and the safest harbor all in one.
Then, ever so slowly, she lowered her chin and placed it right on top of my heart.
The sudden movent short-circuited my brain. I tightened my embrace and waited until her breathing evened.
"…Sosuke," she whispered, her voice fragile. "Don't move."
"I won't," I murmured. "Not unless you tell to."
Her fingers tightened, and then… she looked up at . Her cheeks were flushed like she'd been drinking sothing far stronger than tea. Her lips were parted, uncertain, wet with shallow breaths.
"I love you."
Those three words didn't hit like fireworks.
No, it was sothing deeper. Like the earth shifting under my feet, like sothing inside realigned without warning.
I stared at her in shock. Tomoko wasn't teasing or trying to make say anything back. I swallowed hard. "I... um..."
Tomoko pushed my head toward her breasts.
Opportunity was knocking on my door—her door. It took by surprise, and when I tried to back away, Tomoko forced deeper into her embrace and pressed my head down.
She moaned softly. A quiver ran through her chest and trickled down to her slender arms and thighs. I was enveloped in her feminine aroma, my heart hamred against hers, our breaths were intertwined, and her breasts on my cheek felt like they were begging to be touched.
She pushed my head away. I raised my eyebrow and had barely opened my mouth, but before I could speak, she stood on her toes and kissed .
My mouth responded before my brain did, like my body was still fighting gravity. Our lips brushed, missed, and found each other again. She giggled into my mouth.
I kissed her harder. My tongue snaked through my lips and darted into hers, coiling like a spring.
My hands slid down her back, gently, feeling the curve of her spine beneath the thin fabric of her work shirt. Her breasts pressed into my chest, warm and full, and I felt her nipples stiffen through the layers between us.
I wasn't imagining it.
I didn't know how much ti passed.
When we parted, we were panting, dazed. The lingering buzz of the kiss—no, kisses—still burned.
Tomoko still had her nightgown on, but it was obvious that she was naked beneath it. Without saying anything, I kissed her again.
She gasped in my mouth as I lifted her slightly, enough that her ankles were dangling off the ground. I braced her against , until the heat of her neck and ear drew closer. I dragged my tongue over her lobe and teased the sensitive spots inside, nipping and rolling them between my teeth, until a blush rose in her cheeks.
An innocent gasp escaped her, muffled and desperate. She reached down and tried to peel off her, but I was stronger, and it only made grip harder. I reached down and tweaked her breast over her nightgown. Her eyes crossed slightly.
She hooked her legs around my hips and pulled closer, her body an open invitation.
Our lips barely brushed, hot breaths mingling. Tomoko tilted her face and held back a whine when my teeth grazed her earlobe.
Sothing about it was soft and feminine, and because of her age, had an unspeakable charm. Like a fantasy straight out of a romance novel, my hands explored her hips and waist beneath the nightgown, stroking every inch of her naked skin and kneading her flesh.
I kept pushing and pulling her hips toward and away from , grinding a little on her lower body, teasing her clit while she writhed under .
"Wait...uhhhh~ this...not here," she said, squirming from under my grasp.
I was enjoying the mont, but Tomoko's sharp moan snapped back to reality.
"What?", I asked.
"The sofa... You're gonna...Oh~ I might break," she managed to say.
It took a mont, but then, oh.
The sofa.
We were going at it right here in the middle of the living room on a piece of furniture ant to accommodate no more than four people, none of which had been designed to handle sex, particularly the wild kind.
"Alright," I said, smirking. "Up you go."
Without a warning, I hooked my arms under Tomoko's knees, bent down, and hoisted her up until her face was level with mine and she was using my shoulders to support herself.
Tomoko yelped and gripped my neck, her eyes wide.
"Oh.."
Before she could relax, I ducked my head down, and in the next mont, the two of us disappeared behind the wall partition at the corner of the room, heading for the bed. I moved with her in my arms, taking careful steps, and used the strength in my arms and knees to steady her.
I entered her bedroom with the enthusiasm of an Olympic sprinter gunning for the finish line.
Creaking beneath , the bed weaved in response to my weight. Then, she shivered, and her fingers found the hem of my shirt and peeled the fabric off. Slowly, my shirt fell to the floor, the balled-up shirt tossed aside.
I smirked while thinking, 'Tonight's gonna be a long night!'
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