Eloise's Reluctant Confession
With the intense tension of a first-timer about to watch a horror film, or a child on the verge of climbing a terrifying amusement park ride, Eloise trembled with her whole body. I gently stroked her quivering form, my hands sliding slowly down to firmly knead her thighs and calves.
“Huu...” I had said it would take a while longer, but I had no intention of rushing. After all, the day wasn’t over yet, and Eloise couldn’t run away anyway. If I was going to do this, she might as well react and follow along with me. That way I could at least release a little of my pent-up desire.
With that in mind, I applied pressure with my fingertips, massaging her legs, thighs, and lower abdomen in a slow, deliberate rhythm. As the massage continued, Eloise’s cute little whimpers grew louder while she remained tightly wound with tension. I hadn’t expected the sight to be so arousing. When she was being tormented, I hadn’t noticed, but Eloise’s body had an even more tormenting effect on me.
The pain of sex slowly transformed into pleasure, the room growing slick and sticky once more, helping to ease her tension. When I pressed firmly on her lower belly and hips—the most rigid part from all her nervousness—blood rushed to her sex. A sudden gush of nectar shot upward from her swollen folds.
Eloise turned her head away, embarrassed by the sight, but I found it even more appealing.
“Haau...” With a long, weary sigh as her tension finally broke, her completely melted expression soaked the sheets beneath her with her own fluids.
Often, fluid gushed from between her legs, making the air in the room even thicker with moisture.
Once I was sufficiently prepared, I grabbed her legs, lifting them and crossing them with my own. Eloise watched in a daze as my sex slowly approached, swallowing hard.
Finally, with a sticky zuzuk sound, our sexes met.
“Kuk.”
“Hwiit!” We both cried out, smiling at the overwhelming pleasure as our heads collided.
Of course, Eloise only trembled from the new sensation, while I wore a satisfied grin.
Eloise’s expression seemed to question the sight of our legs intertwined and our sexes pressed together. I pressed my lower body firmly against hers.
Beyond the sticky sensation of our lower bodies, I could feel the shape of her soaked sex, the intense heat of her body temperature, and the wet texture of her slit as it sprayed nectar. I gave my hips a light flick.
“Huuueeeeng! Kkh!”
Already sensitive from several rounds of foreplay and climax, Eloise’s body reacted to the light movement with a near-screeching moan.
Her hips jerked up, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at me.
“Hweeek... huuu...! T-this... is weird...!”
Eloise squirmed at the strange yet pleasurable sensation, but of course I didn’t let go. As I rhythmically flicked my hips, Eloise’s body trembled like she had been shocked by electricity. It was quite the sight.
“Hwiit...! You can’t press there... huuuu...!”
“Where? I’m too dumb to know.”
“Huueng! T-there...! Right now, you’re pressing...!”
“Tell me the exact spot without me guessing...!”
“Huuueng...”
I deliberately flicked my hips hard, as if mocking her, making her slit, the slit, and her clitoris grind together. Eloise’s small mouth opened, letting out a silent scream.
From her small slit came another phuuut of nectar. It seemed she had creamed a little.
I was equally soaked, so I moved my hips gently again, tickling Eloise with a teasing voice.
“Come on, Eloise. Tell me properly or I won’t understand what you’re saying.”
With every wet drop, the sticky zuzuk-zizik sounds grew louder as my sex squashed and rubbed against hers, pressing down. The full weight transmitted directly to her sex, and Eloise writhed again, moaning.
I took her whimpers as background music and gradually sped up the pace of my hip movements.
“Hwiit, hek. Hwaat! Hauut!”
“Huu... haa...”
The room grew hot again with Eloise’s moans and my deep breaths.
As I flicked my hips, inspecting her, I noticed her body—still stiff—slowly began to move in rhythm with mine.
“H-hold my hand...”
“Fuh, have you really decided to be cute now?”
Eloise’s wandering hands reached toward me. I grabbed her hand, spreading my palm and lacing our fingers tightly together.
“Huu... Eloise. Here... is this good?”
“Huuuueeeeng! Hhueng... haeuueeeet, I... I don’t know...!”
Immediately, I flicked my hips to find her weak spot and locked onto the perfect angle, attacking relentlessly.
Eloise didn’t reply, but the way her body twitched and the screams she released told me exactly what position stimulated her.
I swept my hand over her flushed face, sweat-soaked orange hair clinging to her, and her slightly moist eyes, then stroked her small breasts.
They were incomparable to mine, but more than enough to make me throb.
“Hwiit!”
“Huu... Eloise, I’m about to finish.”
“Huuuet...! Me too...”
Our wet slits rubbed together as I flicked my hips. I could feel myself approaching climax.
I straightened my hips, sliding Eloise’s one leg over my shoulder and completely pressing our sexes together.
Zizik-zizik—slowly flicking my hips upward—I felt our slits grind against each other with a completely new stimulation.
“Eloise, so which spot feels good? If you don’t answer, I might stop right here.”
I interrogated her relentlessly, demanding the answer I wanted.
Eloise was panting, tongue hanging out, but she slowly opened her mouth.
“...there.”
“What?”
“...sex.”
Of course I understood what she meant, but I pretended not to and actually stopped my hip movements.
Eloise’s small mouth moved as if to say something else, then she swallowed hard with determination.
Her small Adam’s apple bobbed as she finally spoke the words I wanted.
“Sex... sex...! Now are you satisfied? Then hurry up and finish...”
Eloise covered her eyes with her arm, perhaps ashamed of having spoken the word “sex” out loud, but I found it endearing.
So I removed her arm and sped up my hip movements, my face approaching hers.
Eloise’s face was flushed red and about to burst, but as I lowered my face closer, she parted her lips slightly, and I smiled while kissing her.
I moved my hips as our lower bodies rubbed together—slits grinding against slits—while my mouth explored and intertwined with her tongue.
As I savored her mouth and continued moving my hips, intense pleasure surged. A tingling sensation traveled up my spine. I pulled my lips away, slamming our sexes together to reach climax.
“Ahuk...! Huuuueeeeng...! Huuuuet!”
“Kuk...! Huu...”
My brain burned white-hot for a moment, then went blank as if cold water had been poured over it.
While our nectars sprayed and soaked us, I remained locked in place until the sticky sensation disappeared. I snapped back to my senses and looked at Eloise.
She looked more exhausted than ever, but unfortunately, the lingering ache remained.
With the sticky zgugeok sound and texture, I pulled my lower body away from hers. Eloise merely glanced at me with a sideways look.
“Ha... ha... are... are we done...?”
“What do you mean? I only came once.”
“...eh?”
Her confused expression quickly turned to horror. She forced herself up, trying to flee the bed, only to collapse back onto it heavily.
“Didn’t I say five times?”
I swept the nectar dripping down her smooth belly like candy, tasting it, and said what I meant.
Eloise swallowed and fainted, collapsing once more.
“Eh? What? Did she faint?”
Worried it might be a heart attack, I leaned closer and checked her nose tip. To my relief, she was breathing steadily.
“You’re so dumb, Eloise. Did you think I’d give up just because you ran away to sleep? Besides, if you fainted, you couldn’t even resist properly.”
Grinning happily, I spread Eloise’s legs wide and brought my face close to her sticky, wet, lewd-smelling sex, smacking my lips.
There was still a lot of time left before the day ended.