Wings
"Nngh— I'm, I'm losing it, I'm gonna lose my mind— hah, ngh, mmph, ahh!"
Before I knew it, the hand rubbing Rahi's little pearl was soaked through with her slick. I lifted my hips without a word. Every time I struck the soft of her lower belly, the arms that had been thrashing as if she no longer knew what to do with herself began to twist the sheets like she meant to tear them apart.
"Hah— haaagh! Ngh, ahh, haaang!"
"You like it?"
"So, so good… ngh, ahh, haaagh, hah, haaagh!"
Rahi's whole body seized, and only when she finally managed to let the breath out did the moan break free. She'd nearly gone over just then.
"Shinwoo! I— I— again! Hah, ngh, mm, nngh!"
"Don't bite your lip."
"Yes, yes! Aah, ahh, ngh— I'm, I'm coming, I'm coming again!"
"Yeah. I'll let you."
This time I didn't roll her with my fingertips. I used the side of my thumb and ground her pearl hard, up and down.
"Nngh?! Aah! Ahh, ngh, hnn— kkhhhaaah!"
Her hips jerked, both arms wringing the sheets, and for a moment she looked like a baby bird trying its wings for the first time. I watched her like that and, this time, stopped my hips entirely, working nothing but that little pearl, hard and fast, with my fingers.
"Aah! Hah! Ngh! Mmph! Haaagh! Ngh! Shi— Shinwoo, Shinwoo!"
Somewhere along the way her eyes and her tongue had gone slack. She stared blankly at the ceiling, too busy spilling moans to do anything else, and then her hips started to buck and her whole body began to twist. The dance of her climax was close to a struggle, and that small pearl kept trying to slip out from under my hand, but I knew Rahi's rhythm by now. I followed it, never letting up, and she climbed to another orgasm.
"Aaaah—mmph!"
In that instant a fierce spray burst out from behind my fingers, soaking my chest, my stomach, and everything below Rahi's waist. Her hips went limp, and the legs that had been wrapped around me came undone and dropped onto the bed.
"Ahhh… haaang… hnn… mmh…"
I took in the sight of her, then lowered myself over her as if to hold her. Her chest was bound to be sore, so I was careful—but I covered her completely all the same, warm and close, and looked down with quiet satisfaction at the wreck of her face. Slowly I reached out and brushed away the hair plastered to her skin by sweat and tears, snot and drool, and whispered.
"Was it good?"
"…Haa. Yes… s-so good… Shinwoo… so good…"
Her throat was a little hoarse from all the moaning, her tongue still loose, and the slurred answer only deepened my own satisfaction. Rahi was too drunk on pleasure to have noticed yet.
"Then it's my turn."
"…Ahhh… ah…"
Only then did it seem to register that we weren't finished. Strength crept back into her eyes, and the moment my hips snapped she pressed her lips tight and squeezed her eyes shut. I'd started smooth on purpose, so her oversensitive body wouldn't be shocked, but even that was apparently too much.
"Ahh—mmph!"
It was a single stroke, and still her skin shivered as if she'd been shocked. I savored it and began to move, slow. I combed along Rahi's valley from below to above, concentrating so I wouldn't slip deeper by accident. Too much force and I might slide all the way in, so I kept the motion careful—though the strength driving my hips was anything but weak. And maybe because the pleasure was spreading through her again, light returned to the eyes that had gone dull.
"Haa, hnn, Shinwoo, it feels so good. Hah— does it… feel good for you too…? Hah, hnn…"
"Yeah. So good. Inside my Rahi."
"Thank God, thank God… hah, ahh, aah! Haaagh!"
"You like it?"
"So, so much… My stamina… my stamina's just so bad… aah, haaagh! I'm so, sorry… haa—mmph! Ahh!"
The word stamina came out mashed, hard to catch, but there was no mistaking what she meant. She didn't seem to realize it wasn't a stamina problem at all. I was unusually full of want tonight, and that was why she'd already come three times in a row. Anyone human would be spent if climaxes kept crashing in without a break. I held her quietly and rested a hand on the crown of her head.
"Then I'll come."
"…Yes. Inside. Please, inside me…"
"Yeah."
"…Ah…"
I kissed her cheek, soft, then braced myself on the bed, met her eyes, and started moving again.
"Hah, hnn, ngh, haa— I'm, I'm losing it… haa, ngh."
"Look at me. I want to see your face."
"Yes, yes… hah, haa—mmph. Shinwoo, hnn, kkh, aah…"
The moment I spoke to her—hips twisting, sinking back into pleasure—Rahi flushed scarlet and looked straight at me, her face bright with excitement.
"Your face… is so lewd… hah, ngh…"
"So's yours."
"…You don't like… lewd Rahi?"
The unexpected words pulled a smile out of me before I could stop it. One look at her face told me she hadn't done it on purpose. Hearing her refer to herself in the third person, almost like aegyo, gave me a strange little thrill. It seemed like something that would suit Hyunji—and yet Rahi wore it just as well. I set Hyunji aside for now. And it went without saying that there was no way I disliked it.
"I like both. Cute Rahi, and lewd Rahi."
"I like… hah, lewd Shinwoo too… ngh, so much…"
"You're even cuter today, you know that?"
"Y-you were… so cute too…"
"When?"
"Always, always cute, hah— and cool… aaah! And lovely, and right now, ngh, I like you so… much! Ahh! Haaang!"
"Doesn't seem like it, down there."
"It does, it feels so g— ngh, ahh, Shinwoo…"
We'd only been whispering, but even talk like this was clearly more than enough to wind her up. She couldn't keep her mind on the conversation. Her hips twisted on the bed, her insides began to squirm around me again, and her soft thighs tightened at my waist until I had to grit my teeth. The energy was drumming at the crown of my head once more.
"Let's go together."
"Yes, yes! Together, with you… hah, ngh! Mmph! Kkh—mmph!"
Rahi squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip. Her nostrils had flared, just a little, and it was cute—not ugly, not the least bit off-putting. If anything, the way she struggled with everything she had to match my breathing made me stop fighting the climax surging up in me.
"Ngh, mmph, kkh— Shi, Shinwoo, I, I can't hold— hah, kkh, nngh…"
"Almost there."
"Yes, yes! Hah, ahh, ngh! Mmph, haaang! Haaagh!"
I didn't need to say it. I quickened the drive of my hips, little by little, and Rahi seemed to feel it coming. She swallowed, and the legs wrapped around my waist began to tighten. Her moans climbed the octaves too, sounds I'd never heard from her brushing my ear.
"Shinwoo! Haaagh! Ahh! Hah! Ahh!"
"Yeah. Come. Now."
"Yes, yes! Come, please co— kkhhaaah!"
"Mmm."
And I let it go, straight into her. The energy that had been urging me on, tapping at the crown of my head, shot into Rahi as if it had been waiting for exactly this, and in that instant a moan bigger than any so far tore out of her as she hit her peak and shook from head to toe.
"Ahaaaah! Haaagh! Ahh— h-hot, it's hot, my belly, aah, my belly's full, ahh! Hah, kkhhaaang!"
Rahi poured the sound out of her—no. It was closer to a howl of pleasure, and it raked at my ear. Did I hate it? No. Rahi's moans were as good as a gift. I felt her struggling in my arms and I was drowning in it myself, but instinct made me cover her and hold her still. And Rahi, just as instinctive, clutched me hard and started raking her nails down my back.
"Ahh, hah, ngh, mmph— full, my belly's full… nngh, hnn, haaagh…"
"Hoo…"
"Hehh, heeeng, haa… heeeeng! Keh, kkhhaang…"
I could feel the moans at my ear slowly losing their strength. Even so I held her, taking in the spasms of her body with my whole self, until the movement finally ebbed. The bed was narrow. She might have hurt herself. That was an excuse too, of course. Rahi's soft, writhing body only made the pleasure of coming that much more satisfying.
…It's lasting a long time today.
Maybe because I'd rested a few days. The moment I came, the pleasure had slammed into my head, but I could feel her insides twitching and biting down on me, and I knew she'd gone over three times or more in that single release. Even among multiple orgasms, ones that arrived back to back like that were rare. And afterward her insides kept suckling at me, telling me she was still coming.
"…Hehh, haaang…"
Ah. I don't want to pull out.
I knew her condition wasn't normal, and yet I felt like I could get addicted to this—Rahi, hot and soft around me. The urge to go again rose all the way to the top of my head. And I still wasn't tired enough to sleep. Maybe I was getting used to the energy.
This is better, actually.
A hundred times better than some change occurring every time I held all of them. It bought me time to prepare before the changes grew any larger. If something changed, I could think about it then. It wasn't something I could control anyway.
"Ahhh…"
The moment my cock twitched on its own, Rahi let out a moan and her hips shifted, awkward and small. It was barely a movement at all, and still I couldn't begin to say how satisfying it was. She was taking me in almost by instinct.
Cute.
I kissed her lips, slow, and pushed myself up. I already missed the warmth of her, but I couldn't fall asleep still inside her. If the semen and her slick dried like that, morning would be a disaster—several times more painful than opening eyes crusted with sleep. The feeling of it would be nice, though.
"Haaang…"
As I began to draw out, the thighs sprawled across the bed gave a twitch. And there was the rest of it: that pretty valley, vulgarly fouled with milky white and cream. I looked, and swallowed. Once was already starting to feel like not enough.
It's fine. It'll be fine.
Passing out might have been the better option, but I hated the feeling of my body snatching the reins on its own. That didn't mean I could throw myself on Rahi while she was out of her mind. I'd only just managed to see her through without hurting her. The moment I slipped free, an absurd flood of semen came gushing out, and I could only stare.
I glanced at her, then slowly reached out and pressed my palm, light, over the soft of her mound.
"Ehh…"
…I'm gonna lose it.
Her whole body writhed, but my eyes were on that precious place of hers. The instant I pressed, gentle, on the firm plane of her belly, even I was startled by how much semen poured out.
…No need to worry she won't get pregnant.
With this much, it felt like a certainty. I stroked Rahi's belly and sank into thought.
I don't want to get her pregnant already.
If I listened to Kim Do-hoon, the order of things mattered, so I ought to keep that in mind. I didn't know the details, but as far as I understood it, once she was pregnant there'd be no sharing a bed for two or three months, until she settled into a stable stage—and even after implantation I'd have to be far gentler than I'd been today. And once her belly grew, I'd have to be careful all over again. If my size caught the mouth of her womb wrong and her water broke, it would be a disaster. The baby's life would be in danger too.
It's not as if I know the process of pregnancy all that well either. I should study up.
Already, the mere thought of not being able to hold Rahi left me regretting it. With the gym to consider, not getting pregnant was the sensible choice in more ways than one.
Well. Rahi wants it.
I clicked my tongue and lay down beside her. The bed was small, so I couldn't help jostling her, and she moaned again and trembled. I looked at her chest for a moment, then simply slid an arm behind her head and closed my eyes. I wondered whether I'd even have time to massage her tomorrow.