Tomoko was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling against mine, when I felt her legs shift. Instead of relaxing, she squeezed around my waist again, her gaze flicking up to et mine with that half-lidded, dangerous look.
"…Not tired yet, are you?" she murmured, the faintest curve at the corner of her lips.
My answer was to kiss her hard—then roll us so that she was straddling .
The movent made her gasp softly, her hands planting on my chest for balance. The sight of her like that—hair slightly ssy, stockings still clinging to her thighs, skin flushed from our first round—was enough to make my pulse spike all over again.
"You… want like this?" she asked, voice low, a hint of teasing in it.
"Want you," I said, gripping her hips, "in every way possible."
She let out a quiet, breathy laugh and began to lower herself onto again. The mont I slid back inside her, her head tilted back, eyes closing as she let out a soft moan that made my hands tighten on her waist.
This position was different—more intimate, more visual. I could see every movent, every little expression crossing her face as she started to move.
Her hips rolled slowly at first, drawing in deeper, her stockings brushing lightly against my sides each ti.
I couldn't help but let my hands wander—up her sides, over the curve of her breasts, down to the warm skin just above her thighs. Every touch made her twitch slightly, her rhythm faltering for a mont before she caught it again.
Her pace quickened gradually, the sound of her breathing growing heavier, more uneven.
The wet heat around clenched with each movent, and I couldn't take my eyes off the way her body moved—every rise and fall, every subtle tremor in her legs as she pushed herself harder.
"Ah… Sousuke…!" she gasped, her hands tightening on my chest as she leaned forward slightly.
The new angle made her even tighter, and I groaned, eting her movents with upward thrusts that made her cry out each ti.
Her rhythm broke completely as the pleasure overtook her, her hips grinding down instead, chasing that sharp edge. I gripped her waist firmly, guiding her pace, pushing her toward it until I felt her body tense in that telltale way.
Her climax hit suddenly—her voice catching, her thighs trembling hard against my sides as she clenched around . The sensation pulled with her, and I held her down as I spilled deep inside her again, the both of us riding out the waves together.
For a long mont, she stayed there on top of , her body still shivering slightly, her head resting against my shoulder. When she finally lifted her head, there was a satisfied, almost smug smile on her lips.
Before she could react, I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, flipping us so she was on her hands and knees. Her startled gasp was muffled by the pillow, but when she looked back over her shoulder, the flush on her cheeks deepened.
"This position… you're impossible, Sousuke-kun," she breathed, but her voice trembled with anticipation.
I ran my hands down her back, feeling the soft line of her spine beneath my palms, before letting them slide lower to cup the curve of her hips. From here, the view was devastating—her stockings still clinging to those perfect legs, the curve of her ass frad by pale skin and the faint marks my hands had already left on her.
I guided myself to her entrance again, pressing forward slowly, savoring the way her body welcod in all over again. Her breath hitched, her arms tensing slightly as I filled her, and the sound she made—low, almost a whimper—sent a jolt straight through .
Gripping her hips, I began to move, each thrust deeper and sharper than before.
The position made everything feel more intense—every movent drove into her at the perfect angle, and the way she tightened around with each stroke was almost maddening.
"Ah—ah! Sousuke—ahh!" Her voice broke into short, helpless cries, her hands clutching the sheets as her body rocked forward with each push.
I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back, one hand sliding forward to find that sensitive spot between her thighs. The mont my fingers pressed there, she nearly collapsed, her hips bucking wildly against .
Her breathing grew ragged, her moans sharper, each thrust pulling her closer to the edge.
I could feel her tightening more and more, her legs trembling so hard I had to hold her steady.
"Sousuke—I'm—ah—coming!" she gasped, her voice high and desperate.
"Co for ," I growled, driving into her harder, my hand working her in sync.
Her climax hit like a shockwave—her entire body tensed, her back arching as she cried out my na, the heat around pulsing hard enough to drag right over with her.
I pushed deep one last ti, spilling into her as both of us trembled, the sound of our breathing filling the room.
When I finally eased back, she collapsed forward onto the bed, completely spent, her hair splayed across the pillow. I lay beside her, pulling her into my arms, feeling her heartbeat slowly steady against my chest.
She gave one last, lazy smile. "…Sousuke-kun… you really are dangerous."
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