A Party Just for the Two of Us (4)
Honestly, I was surprised.
Even though I'd touched it with my hands several times before, actually having it in my mouth and seeing it right in front of my eyes felt completely different.
Still, admitting I was genuinely surprised felt a little like losing, so I moved my head like it was no big deal.
With his cock in my mouth, I slowly rocked back and forth.
There was no technique to it at all—just plain, ordinary head movement.
“Mmm. It feels good, but… something’s missing.”
Yet Theo’s reaction was decidedly lukewarm.
The cock that had responded so sensitively to every single stroke of my hand now showed a noticeably weaker reaction.
Ugh, so this is how it turns out. I’d expected it, but still.
It’s not exactly something to brag about, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t many women who can match my handjob skills.
After all, I’ve spent over ten years experiencing firsthand exactly how it likes to be touched.
Unless she’s a professional in that line of work, comparing herself to me would be difficult.
But when it comes to anything else, I’m completely clueless.
I don’t know how to use my mouth, let alone my breasts or pussy. That’s only natural. It would be stranger if I did know.
So it was perfectly understandable that Theo wasn’t feeling much from my technique.
Personally, it was a little disappointing.
Anyway, this approach was clearly awkward for the current me to pull off.
Time to switch things up.
I might not know how to make his cock feel good in general, but I do know which spots to stimulate to make it feel incredible.
I stopped the back-and-forth motion of my head.
With just the glans in my mouth, I began moving my tongue.
Slurp, slurp, suck, smack….
My face was small and Theo’s cock was thick.
Even the slightest movement of my tongue left no space that wasn’t licking him. That was the whole point, so it didn’t matter.
I tightened my lips around the head, locking it in place so it couldn’t escape.
Then I rubbed the urethral opening with my tongue while sweeping the frenulum underneath with the tip.
He twitched. This time the reaction was unmistakable.
“Ugh…!”
A groan of suppressed pleasure escaped him, and the hand on top of my head tightened.
He gripped my hair, trying to hold me still.
But no matter how firmly he held my head, he couldn’t control the tongue inside my mouth.
With my lips still sealed tightly around him, I sucked hard—ssuuuup—until I ran out of breath, then released him.
“…Paha.”
A silver strand of saliva stretched from the tip of his cock, now glistening with my spit. The other end was still connected to my lips.
For some reason, the sight satisfied me.
Even as I panted for air, I grinned, the corners of my mouth curling up.
“Hehe. So? Can you still say it’s not that great?”
“……”
Theo didn’t say a word. He simply stared down at me. From this angle—looking up at him from below—his expression was hard to read.
Then, suddenly, he scooped me up into his arms.
“Eek?!”
My body lifted clean off the ground, cradled in both arms. The classic princess carry.
I flailed in surprise.
It wasn’t embarrassment. Anyone would be startled if they were suddenly hoisted into the air.
“You’re light.”
“Obviously! Ah, no—did you think I’d be happy to hear that?”
Of course not!
If he expected me to fuss over my weight and beam with joy at being called light, then he was hoping for a girlish reaction I simply couldn’t provide.
…Still, it was better than being told I was heavy.
Ah, no. That’s not what I mean.
It’s the same as how a guy would rather be called sturdy than fat, right? Exactly.
“Up we go.”
With a light grunt, Theo tossed me onto the bed.
Then he stripped off his clothes, revealing his naked body.
I clutched my pounding heart and watched him undress.
Whoa. Those muscles. Just… whoa.
It was the kind of body that would draw admiration even from another man. Was there such a thing as protagonist correction? Because this was protagonist correction in the flesh.
Once he was fully naked, Theo climbed onto the bed.
He positioned himself over me, one hand reaching out to knead my breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Mmm…”
It was such a light touch it felt almost embarrassing to call it foreplay.
He simply filled his palm with my breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.
About as thorough as checking whether a soccer ball was properly inflated.
But even that light touch was more than enough.
How long had it been since my body started craving a man?
Subjectively, it felt like at least an hour.
In all that time, the only direct stimulation my body had received was that brief moment of finger play.
I didn’t have to hold back anymore.
Just thinking it made my heart race like it would burst.
Theo’s touch gradually grew more sensual.
What had started as the idle handling of an interesting toy slowly transformed into proper caresses meant to pleasure a woman.
The tip of his index finger brushed my nipple.
“Ahh…”
Pleasure shot through me like electricity.
“You told me this spot felt good last time.”
Theo focused on my nipples with relentless attention.
He pinched them, lightly twisted them.
The stiff, pink buds stood out from my pale breasts, practically begging to be touched. Every time Theo obliged, a moan slipped from my lips without permission.
Eventually, it seemed mere touching wasn’t enough for him.
“Theo? Ahh…!”
He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
The sensation of having my nipple sucked—after it had only been touched before—was a pleasure so intense it defied description.
This is bad. But stopping now would be even worse.
Without thinking, I pulled Theo’s head against my chest and panted.
It was different from fingers.
The feeling of a tongue against my skin satisfied something beyond simple lust.
An inexplicable sense of fulfillment rose from deep inside my chest.
“Mmm… My breasts… feel so good…”
One breast was being sucked while the other was kneaded in his large hand.
Objectively the position didn’t look comfortable at all, yet I had no desire to pull his hand away from my chest.
Thank goodness my breasts are big.
If before it had only been my own satisfaction, now I was giving Theo pleasure too.
I liked that a lot.
Theo remained obsessed with my breasts for a long while, as if he’d lost his mind.
But because he was concentrating so hard, his technique was actually pretty sloppy. Well, it wasn’t like he’d had much practice sucking on a woman’s breasts. That was only natural.
The mind-numbing pleasure lasted only for the first few moments. My body quickly adapted to the stimulation and began demanding something stronger than the repetitive motions.
I pulled Theo even tighter, burying his face deep in my cleavage.
Even Theo, who had been completely lost in my breasts, had no choice but to come back to his senses when he physically couldn’t breathe.
“…Puhah. I can’t breathe like that.”
“Hehe. That’s your own fault for getting so distracted by my chest, Theo. Did you like them that much?”
“……”
Maybe he was coldly recalling the sight of himself sucking away in a trance. Theo quietly averted his gaze.
But he wasn’t about to let me tease him without fighting back. Still avoiding my eyes, he muttered.
“…You were the one moaning and crying out like you loved it.”
This time it was my face that burned.
“Ah, no! I wasn’t… umm…”
Honestly, I couldn’t claim I hadn’t been moaning.
I was fully aware that if this hadn’t been our hideout, I would have been panting loud enough for everyone outside to hear.
A brief silence passed between us.
If things continued like this, we’d end up in a situation where someone got hurt.
Instead of marching toward that predetermined tragic future, I decided to focus on something more productive and satisfying.
“Theo. Never mind that.”
I grabbed his wrist.
Then I guided his hand downward… and placed it between my legs.
His hand felt cool against my groin. To him, my pussy must have felt burning hot.
I saw his gaze tremble violently.
It was obvious he wasn’t used to this. Wait, was this his first time too?
I felt a twinge of guilt that his virginity was being used as a living dildo… No, actually, thinking about it, I don’t feel guilty at all.
If he could have sex with a beautiful girl like me, whether I was a masturbation aid or a sex friend for relieving lust, he’d definitely welcome it with open arms. Just thinking back to my memories before possessing Luna’s body makes that clear.
So there’s no need to feel sorry. This is a win-win, isn’t it?
With my other hand, I gently stroked his cheek. His gaze, which had been drifting downward, locked onto me again.
In that position, close enough that our breaths mingled, I whispered.
“I can’t hold back anymore… Will you help me out down here too?”
I squeezed my thighs around his hand. Every slight movement of the fingers trapped in that triangular zone sent faint sparks of pleasure through my body.
“As much as you want.”
Theo’s hand spread my legs apart.
I had neither the will nor the reason to resist. I obediently opened my legs for him.
Both thighs spread wide. It was a position that shamelessly presented the secret, protected place between my legs.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t embarrassed.
But the anticipation of pleasure that my instincts whispered was far stronger than any shame.
So, following my instincts…
Following them…
…Huh?
Something feels a little different.
“Theo. Hold on a second.”
I placed my hand on his chest as he tried to move between my legs and gently pushed him back.
As expected, clear dissatisfaction rose on Theo’s face.
“What is it? If you tell me to stop now, I’m seriously going to get angry.”
His eyes were dead serious. If I even joked about stopping, I might find myself hypnotized on the spot.
Of course, I had no intention of stopping here. Stop? No way in hell.
I simply wanted to follow my instincts and take a slightly more… satisfying position.
The moment I assumed it, I knew. This was the position that felt best for me.
I turned my head to look at Theo.
“……”
I didn’t say a word.
No words were necessary.
I simply stayed quiet, doing exactly as my instincts commanded.
And gently shook my hips.