Rahee
"Haa... mmph."
At my touch, Rahee flushed and immediately caught my hand, tugging me along. We reached the second floor in a flash. With trembling fingers she fumbled the door lock open in a rush, as if I might turn and run at any second, and we were on each other's mouths before the door had even finished closing.
"Mmph... chu... haa... nnh."
The kiss carried a fierce will to lead. The way her tongue moved, though, wasn't quite natural. Inexperience, and something thought out in her head rather than driven by instinct. From Rahee I felt something close to a sense of duty. I took that clumsy lead as it was and matched her.
"Nn... haa... hff... nnh?"
She kept her mouth on mine for a long while. When I decided that was enough, I eased her away with a gentle hand, her palms still cupping both my cheeks as she lost herself in the kiss. Her lips shone with spit. Her eyes had gone wet. Her breath, rough with excitement, carried a thick, womanly scent, and past all of that I could feel fear.
Of course I knew what it was. I'd been the same when I was young. She was probably turning it over in her head, wondering if she'd done something wrong. I took my time admiring that face and slowly drew down the zipper of the padded coat she was wearing.
"Hht... haa... haa..."
The zipper whispered down, and Rahee's breathing grew rougher still, as if she were sinking deeper into the heat. She didn't snatch at my hand or try to stop me. When I dropped my gaze, I saw her fidgeting fingers clutching at her tight jeans, gripping them for all she were worth.
The way she came undone over tension this slight was unbearably cute. And she had more patience than I'd expected. At this level of excitement, she could easily have reached for me.
"Good girl. Stay still."
"Th-that's lewd."
"You don't hate it, though."
"...N-no..."
My slow hand finished the zipper, and I eased the padded coat off her just as slowly. She flinched when my hands touched her shoulders, startled, but the moment I swept down her arms and pushed the sleeves free, I savored the way her breathing only grew harsher. Then the coat dropped onto the entryway floor with a soft thud, and the motion sensor light clicked on.
Neither of us spared that light a thought. We simply held each other's eyes, then found each other's mouths again.
"Mmph... haa... nnh... haa..."
The instant I leaned in, Rahee threw her arms around my neck and ground her lips against mine. Matching her, I found the hem of her sweatshirt and let my hand slip beneath it, soft and unhurried.
"Hnn... mmph. Chu."
She gave a small flinch when I touched her, but she stayed lost in the kiss. Slowly, I began to work my hand up under the sweatshirt. The movement was languid. She couldn't possibly miss it. The moment my palm met the soft, warm skin of her, she started to tremble, a fine little shiver.
"Haa... mmph, haa. Hnn... mmph..."
When I traced my fingertips along that beautiful line of her waist, her knees buckled for an instant and then came back up. I still didn't leave her lips or her tongue alone. I drew my hand upward again, painting along the firm curve of her waist, and before long the feel of her bra met my fingertips.
"Hht... haa, mmph... Sh-Shinwoo..."
She broke the kiss for a moment and whispered it while she looked into my face. My hand kept wandering over the side of her breast, her waist, her back, and she swayed under it until she finally pulled her mouth from mine and begged me through rough breaths.
"...Haa, haa, just a little... haa, haa, a little... faster... don't tease me..."
I drank in that pitiful expression, then mixed a little mischief into my whisper.
"Beg me."
"Haa, hnn... d-don't be like that..."
"If I like it, I might even suck on them."
I breathed the last of it against her ear, and Rahee, who had been panting hard, sucked in a breath as if she'd heard something enormous. I watched her tremble and open those wet lips only to close them again, hesitating, while I stroked her waist and tickled her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, waiting for her answer. She dragged in heated breaths, then seized the shirt at my shoulder in a hard fist.
"Haa, haa... please. Touch me."
"All right."
For a first time, it was fine enough. What I enjoyed wasn't the answer so much as the time it took her to decide on it. With the left hand that had been stroking around her waist, I wrapped her up and pulled her in. I covered her startled lips, and my right hand closed over her breast as it was.
"Nnh?! Haaht, mmph, hnn."
The feel of it startled me too. It filled my palm and then some, flesh trying to spill out between my fingers, and heat gathered low in my belly. A D cup at the very least. A full D, or maybe even an E. I'd know for certain once the bra came off, but the grip filling my hand was anything but ordinary.
And the spring of it every time I squeezed made my mouth water on its own. The density was nothing normal. That firm, packed-tight feeling only wound me tighter.
"Haah, hhk, Sh-Shinwoo... mmph, haaht..."
When my lead suddenly turned rough, I sucked on her helpless tongue, drew it out and pushed it back in, and tickled the inside of her mouth with my own. Little by little the strength drained from her tongue and her lips, and they went soft and yielding.
"Haang, hnn, nnh, mmph, haang."
Every time my hand roamed over her bra, a moan slipped out of her. Against the arm holding her, I could feel the muscles along her spine clench and release, over and over. Before I knew it even her moans had gone soft. Slowly I caught the hem of her sweatshirt in my right hand and pushed it up.
"Mmph, hht?"
"...Wow."
The sound escaped me before I could stop it. The dark gray bra itself was plain, but beyond it a heavy swell of flesh filled the cups, flaunting itself. I swallowed hard at the sight.
"...I-is it gross...?"
I wanted to ask what on earth she meant by that, but I answered with my hands instead. The left hand that had been stroking her waist and back undid the bra's hook in one motion. Strength jumped into her startled body, but the bra went slack with a soft give, and her breasts spilled free all at once, taut and trembling, impossible to look away from. So this figure, and these breasts, were actually real.
"Haa, haa. Hff... I didn't think I'd be this embarrassed..."
She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, shy, and whispered it while she looked down at me admiring her chest. I slowly pushed the bra aside. What appeared were small fruits of hot pink, and I stared at them in a daze before taking one into my mouth.
"Ahhht!"
The moment I closed my lips around that small nipple, Rahee arched as if she'd been struck, a light shiver running through her. One hand still over her mouth, she was staring at the sensor light. No. At something beyond it. It was small, but she'd come. Unbelievable.
No way. From just this?
"Haat, hht, i-it's amazing, doing it alone is... nothing like..."
"Different?"
"Yes... haa... hff...?"
I was dumbfounded. I'd never imagined she'd feel it from foreplay this light. Far from putting me off, it delighted me. The sight of how sensitive she was stirred me, and I swallowed. I stroked the breast of a Rahee still lost in the afterglow and looked up at her, and she looked back at me with eyes that seemed to be wondering about something.
"We're only just starting. Don't tell me you thought we were done."
At my words I felt her stomach tighten under the hand still covering her mouth, and I took that flushed nipple into my mouth again.
"Ahaang, haaht, hnnt! Ahk, ahng."
She was past sensitive and into something else entirely. Every time I held the stiff, swollen nipple in my mouth, rolled it, and tickled it with my tongue, her moans grew louder. I didn't think I'd be able to savor this for long. A shame, but we had time. I stroked her over the jeans just like that. As my hand traveled her thighs, Rahee's trembling only worsened.
"Hht, hnn! It's good, it's so good. More, hnn! Ahk!"
Overwhelmed by sensation in two places at once, she pulled my head against her. Even so, the reactions I got from working my tongue were fiercer than anything I felt under my hand. Her hips began to jerk with my movements, and soon she was clutching my head even harder.
"I-I'm going again! Aht! Hhk! Hhk! It's coming! Again! Ahhk! D-don't stop! Haak! Haaahk!"
Whether she was afraid my head would pull away, or it was only the fear that comes right before orgasm, I couldn't tell. Listening to her moan-laced begging while I worked my tongue, I dragged a firm stroke between her thighs.
"Hhk?! Ahang! Ahhht!"
In that instant, from the sudden shock, she seemed to bite her tongue. But the orgasm crashing over her at the same moment left her with no room for anything else. She locked her arms around my head, shuddered, and could only spill moans.
"...Hht, hnn... hnnn..."
I held her while her body twitched in little bursts. Somewhere along the way she had slumped her whole weight against me, her knees trembling without strength. I swallowed at the sight. It wasn't that my skill was so good. It was the anticipation of getting to enjoy a body this absurdly sensitive even more.
She'd felt it like this even through those thick jeans. A body that made me feel, pleasantly, as if I'd become some kind of expert with women.
"That good?"
"Haa, haaa. Haa. Yes, so... haa, so good..."
"Glad to hear it."
I stroked Rahee's hair and patted her, and when she only held me tighter, I whispered at her ear.
"If you're all right now, let's go to the bed."
"Haa, haa... huh?"
"What do you mean, huh? What, you want to do it here? You can't even stay on your feet."
I hesitated for a second, then hauled her up and gathered her into my arms in one go. Of all times to have done leg day, my thighs felt like they were about to tear, but if ever there was a moment that called for showing off, this was it. Rahee didn't even answer. She just stared at me as if she couldn't believe it, and the moment she was in my arms her eyes began to go soft and hazy.
"...Haa, haa..."
A sweet scent started to seep again into the rough breath she was dragging in. Through the open door right beside the living room, I could see the bed. I shouldered the door the rest of the way open, set her down on the bed with care, and started stripping off my own clothes.
"Want me to undress you?"
"...Haa, haa, w-wait a second."
Somewhere along the way, the way we spoke to each other had changed. Rahee probably hadn't noticed, but there was no longer any will to lead in her, nor any movement that tried. She startled at my words and hurried out of the sweatshirt. She tossed the dangling bra aside and popped the button of her jeans in one go. They were so tight she had trouble getting them off, and the sight of her struggling and grunting was pretty cute.
"Come here."
"...Huh? Kyah..."
I caught her ankle gently and drew her toward me, slow. She lay back as if it were the most natural thing. I peeled the jeans the rest of the way off her where they'd hung halfway down. As they came away and the line of her legs appeared, I swallowed a groan. Rahee's legs were snow-white and brimming with a healthy beauty, clean, without a single patch of discoloration anywhere.
"Haa, haa..."
"..."
For a moment I lost myself in the sight of her lying there, looking up at me. I wanted to take a picture. Those snow-white legs, and above thighs so white I wanted to lick them right then, a palm-sized pair of gray panties already soaked through to a deep, dark sheen. It looked as if the juice would burst out the moment I so much as touched them.
On top of that, she seemed awkward about where to put her hands, and that sight made me swallow too.
"...You're beautiful."
"...I'm not. My chest is too big, and..."
She blushed at my words, but she spoke about the size of her breasts as if it were a complex. I wanted to ask more. What had happened in front of the villa was already enough of a break in the mood, though. I could find out later. It wasn't what the two of us needed right now.