A Midnight Secret Outing (3)
Chu.
In the darkness, my lips and Ethan's collided just as we were.
He'd surged in from a distance far too close to dodge — the thought of pulling away never even had time to form.
Not that it mattered. Pinned as I was beneath Ethan's body, there was nowhere for me to escape to anyway.
Right, it's just a kiss. We've done that much before.
There was even that one time I'd been the one to say it — that a simple kiss like this was nothing to fuss over.
So really, there was no pressing need to avoid the act of pressing lips against Ethan's. If this was all it took to smooth his mood over, then I figured I could grit my teeth and bear a mere lip-to-lip collision as many times as necessary.
…Right up until the tip of his tongue slipped out from between his parted lips and began licking at mine.
Shlk.
…Hmm?
Shlk, shlk.
W-wait a second?!
The moment our lips met, Ethan drove his tongue inside, and a genuine flush of panic flooded my skull.
I very nearly lost my mind entirely at how fast he was pushing the physical intimacy forward, like a man who'd thrown his reason out the window.
It wasn't like we'd kissed five or ten times — this was only his second kiss, and he was already bringing out the tongue? The sheer audacity was almost impressive.
Well, technically counting the CPR it's the third, but that's hardly the point….
I had granted permission for lips-against-lips on the grounds that it was, for all intents and purposes, nothing more than a peck. But the moment a tongue entered the equation, the meaning changed entirely.
Tangling something slick with each other's bodily fluids together in the innermost reaches of the mouth?
That wasn't a kiss anymore. That was practically sex….
Shlk, shlk.
I-I have to put a stop to this….
Because it was blindingly obvious that the instant I opened my mouth to say stop, Ethan's tongue would come sliding right in.
But shoving his face away with my hands felt far too much like an outright declaration that I didn't want him, and besides, I doubted he'd simply let himself be pushed back.
If anything, the moment I tried, he'd just grab the back of my head and drag me right back to him.
And I couldn't very well lie there obediently, lips parted, granting his tongue entry either. I was still caught in that inner tug-of-war when the hand resting on my breast began to move, kneading.
Squish.
"Nngh… hah…!"
His left hand found my right breast and began turning slowly against it, all five fingers clamping down and squeezing as though determined to seize as much of my chest as physically possible.
Every motion screamed a desire to grab my breasts whole, to claim as much of them as his palm could hold.
Again and again, the physical stimulation from Ethan's hand coaxed moans out of me whether I willed them or no.
Squish, squish.
"Nn-hah, hah! Hah…!"
Knead, knead.
"Hhhnngh, nnh…!"
Hold on. I have to hold on.
French kissing, however you sliced it, was where I drew the line.
If I allowed the kind of kiss you only shared in bed, it would genuinely be no different from having sex.
Not that we weren't technically on a bed right now — obviously not in that sense, but still.
Knead, knead.
"Hnngh, nnh…!"
Shlk, shlk.
"Hah, nn-hahn…!!"
Ethan's touch grew rougher by degrees, and his tongue-tip kept burrowing stubbornly between my lips, probing the inside of my mouth.
I had no choice but to clamp down on the pleasure however I could, fending off his fervent assault.
It was a siege, plain and simple — a battering ram hammering at a fortress gate that refused to open.
…And so, minutes bled past in that standoff of attack and defense.
Then Ethan drew back from my lips just slightly, and with the retreat came a quiet, sudden question — a ceasefire under cover of which he fired his shot.
"A kiss was supposed to be nothing, wasn't it, Lilith?"
"…A-a kiss is, of course, nothing at all, young master."
"Really? Because from where I'm sitting, you seemed awfully desperate to keep those lips of yours shut."
"…W-well, obviously. The kiss I spoke of referred strictly to lips touching lips. The act of inserting a tongue between them and exchanging bodily fluids was never included in the arrangement."
"And yet you had no problem with it during your first kiss."
"Th-that was CPR! There was nothing to be done about it!"
"…Pfft. Khh."
I had countered his absurdity with flawless logic, and what I got in return was Ethan snickering at me like I was the ridiculous one.
Truly, I had no idea what part of my impeccable reasoning was supposed to be funny.
"You're funny, Lilith."
"…I beg your pardon?"
"Most girls would be embarrassed by the things you say with a straight face, but when it comes to this, suddenly you're a blushing maiden. I just find it amusing."
"…Provoking me will get you nowhere, Ethan. Th-this, of all things, I cannot permit you. At least… not tonight…."
"Okay, okay. I wasn't trying to provoke you anyway."
With that, Ethan drew his left hand away from my right breast and carried it up toward my collarbone.
His fingers closed over the top of my maid uniform, and then pulled it straight down toward my stomach.
Fwoop!
"……"
The top of my uniform and the off-shoulder bra peeled away beneath Ethan's hand.
By the pale half-light of the darkness, both my breasts slipped quietly free into the open air.
It wasn't as though I felt any particular shame about it at this point. He'd had more than his fill of gazing at my chest by now, after all.
He'd been groping me through my clothes not five minutes ago, besides.
"Lilith."
"…Yes, Ethan."
"You seem to attach some strange special meaning to tongue kisses, but honestly? The way I see it, as long as lips are touching lips, it's all the same kind of kiss."
"You are free to think as you please, young master. My position remains unchanged."
"Fine, doesn't matter. It doesn't really matter whether your opinion changes or not."
Squish!
"Hhnngh?!"
Trailing off on that portentous note, Ethan brought his right hand over to my left breast this time.
His fingers kneaded and rubbed at the mounds of fat on my chest, now stripped of their protection, working them this way and that.
The stimulation was far more intense than it had ever been through two layers of fabric, and a moan spilled from my lips of its own accord.
"You can keep your lips sealed if that's what you really want."
Squish!
"Nnh, hah-hnn?!"
"But I'm not going to just let you. I'm very angry with you today, Lilith."
Knead, knead.
"Nn-hahn, nnh…! Haaah…!"
"Open up for me like a good girl, and I'll be a little gentler in return."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Ethan's lips came diving back onto mine.
The instant his face blotted out my view, instinct screamed danger, and I clamped my lips shut tight, sealed fast.
Ethan took even that reaction in stride — clearly, he'd been expecting it — and simply pressed our lips together again, unbothered.
Meanwhile, the hand at my breast bore down with even greater force than before, as though the moans spilling out of me might force my lips apart on their own.
Squish, squish, squish.
"Hnnnngh! Nnh! Nnhh!!"
Knead, knead, knead.
"Nn-hhk, nnh! Nnh-hah…!!"
The rough drag of Ethan's bare palm against my naked skin kept dragging my most primal senses out into the open.
Well, it was only natural — the largest erogenous zone on my entire body was being worked over in his grip.
Shlk, shlk.
"Hhnnnnngh…!!"
And through it all, Ethan's tongue showed no sign of surrender, licking stubbornly and relentlessly at my sealed lips.
I was suppressing my moans with everything I had, somehow managing to keep my mouth shut through sheer force of will — when an unbearable spike of pleasure lanced through my left breast, as if striking straight through my body.
Pinch.
"Nn-hhhnnngh?!"
By now he knew my weaknesses far too well, and he was targeting the stimulation I could least endure, as if it were the most obvious strategy in the world.
Rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing it outward — the pleasure of it nearly wrung a full-throated moan out of me before I could stop myself.
"You're holding up well, Lilith. Usually all it takes is a little nipple-tugging and you're moaning loud enough to shake the walls down."
"Hnngh, nnh, hnn…."
"Fine. If you hate it that much, I'll let it go. I won't push it tonight, Lilith."
"Nnh, hnn-hah…."
…Was it over?
Ethan withdrew his hands from my chest far more easily than I'd expected — and at the same moment, he pulled his tongue back into his own mouth and lifted his head slightly away from mine.
So we'd somehow gotten through tonight without things going further. A quiet tide of relief washed through my mind.
…Right up until a fierce pull at my other nipple sent a fresh surge of pleasure through me, entirely unannounced.
Tzzp!
"Nnh, haaaaaahng?!"
It hit me the very moment I'd let my guard down, drunk on the belief that I'd finally earned a moment's rest.
All the tension I'd spent holding my moans in came undone at once, and the rebound carried the pleasure through me twice as fiercely.
As if he'd been waiting for exactly this reaction, Ethan's head tilted down through the gap of my parted lips, and our mouths crashed together.
Chu.
"Hah-hnnngh?!"
Shlk, shlk.
"Hnngh, nnh…! Hnngh…!!"
He covered my lips entirely with his own and then drove his tongue deep into my mouth.
Licking along the inside of my lips, past my front teeth, trading saliva and breath — and for one instant, a small but unmistakable flare of anger rose in my chest.
He said he'd stop….
The betrayal of it — I'd actually trusted him — had me idly entertaining the thought of biting his tongue clean off.
But the tongue-kiss had already begun, and fighting back now would only pile up pointless resentment between us.
…Fine. This one was on me.
Since what Ethan wanted was evidently this French kiss, I decided to simply give him what he asked for.
If a little groping and some kissing was all it took to smooth things over, that was a bargain.
French kissing might be the kind of thing you did right on the edge of sex, but strictly speaking, it was still just one variety of kiss.
Absolutely, positively not the same as sex. Not at all….
Shlk.
"Nnh, mmh."
Chk, chk.
"Hnngh, nnh… hyaah…."
Deep within our joined lips, saliva and breath flowed freely back and forth between us.
And so, several minutes passed from the moment Ethan and I shared our first truly deep kiss.
His hand never once stopped working my chest through it all, kneading his fill until he was satisfied, and only then did he slowly draw his lips away from mine.
Tsuup.
"…Hoo."
"Hah, nn-hoo…."
With a wet, parted sound, my lips and Ethan's finally came apart.
Thanks to the full moon streaming through the window, the glistening strand of liquid that stretched between our mouths shimmered too.
"You said you hated it at first, but once we got going, you didn't seem to be refusing anymore."
"…I merely judged that once it had already begun, struggling further would have been pointless."
"…Are you angry, Lilith?"
"I was simply taken aback by the sheer shamelessness of a young master who declares he'll stop and then dives right back in for another kiss."
"Don't get the wrong idea. I never lie to you, Lilith. It's just that today, you lied to me first — so I lied exactly once. Surely you can understand that much?"
…Winning an argument with logic and facts. How utterly cheap.
Struck speechless by the blinding self-evidence of Ethan's logic, I had no choice but to answer with silence.
And to that silence, Ethan smiled — the way one might offer an apology before the other party had even asked — and spoke.
"So let's not lie to each other or hide things from each other anymore, Lilith. Deal?"
"…Understood, Ethan. I am truly sorry about tonight."
"It's fine. Nothing actually happened to you, so that's good enough for me."
"I was out in the night air, so I'll freshen up briefly and return to bed. Please don't wait up for me, Ethan — feel free to sleep."
"I'll wait, so hurry up and wash and come back."
"…Understood."
And so, in a daze, our relationship advanced yet another reluctant step.
If this kept happening, over and over… we really were going to end up somewhere we couldn't come back from….