Just a Little More?
I wondered if I could take just a little more.
I pressed the bulging outline of my cock through my underwear tight against her body. Her hot skin, the languid heat seeping through the thin fabric, pushed my patience to its limit. When that warmth reached her, she opened her eyes a little and looked down. Without a word, I took her hand and led it into my underwear.
Her fingers, guided by mine, fumbled around my cock without really managing to grasp it, flustered by the swollen bulk trapped inside my briefs. For a girl who had only just become an adult, and was now touching the reality of a man far older than herself for the first time, it seemed to be an object of equal parts fear and curiosity—something vast, strange, and overwhelming. I tried to place my hand over hers and teach her how to move it, but she jolted and quickly pulled away.
“You’re not going to... actually do it, are you?”
My voice had already gone rough and low, like a beast ruled entirely by instinct. The thirst boiling up from somewhere deep in my throat felt as if it were scorching my whole body from the inside out. She tried to steady her breathing and still shook her head, firm and unwavering.
“You promised... we really aren’t doing that.”
Had I ruined it by letting her come too quickly? The hollow comedown that followed climax could sometimes make women defensive. What remained after the wave of pleasure had crashed through them was only the wreckage of reason and a primitive urge to protect themselves. Regret came a little too late, along with the realization that I should have controlled her orgasm more carefully and kept teasing her to the very end, but by then the arrow had already left the bow.
“Yeah, okay. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
I answered quietly and pulled her close, cradling her like a child. Instead of anger or irritation, I chose to perform the polished, unruffled composure of a grown man and win back her trust. I brushed the damp hair stuck to her forehead aside with a tenderness that seemed almost gentle, waiting for the heat in her body to settle.
After spending a long while limp in my arms, she finally tucked her face against me and spoke hesitantly.
“Um... actually, I have a boyfriend.”
It was a confession I hadn’t expected at all. The words dropped into the quiet hotel room and made the air feel strangely taut.
“He’s a little older than me, and because it’s long-distance we can’t meet often, but he really likes me. The problem is, whenever we do meet, he always wants to get a room and have sex. But every time, it just hurts so much... Even when I told him it hurt, he still tried to force it in, and there was even a time I couldn’t walk properly for days after. Everyone else says it feels great, but to me it was terrifying. So I wanted to at least try feeling good another way, even if it was only with my mouth.”
He had been a salaryman she’d met on an app. From where I stood, he was nothing more than a pathetic bastard using a college girl as a convenient outlet for his own urges. The thought of him locking her in a cramped room under the pretense that there was nowhere to go because of COVID and treating her however he pleased made my anger flare. At the same time, some corner of me went tender at the fear and isolation she must have felt.
“Sir, earlier... that felt so good. It was the first time anyone had done that for me.”
She burrowed into my arms and confessed in a voice so small it was almost the size of an insect. Even in the breathless way she said it, there was a kind of innocent awe. What had been nothing more to her boyfriend than a passageway for emptying his desire was something I had handled as carefully as if it were the most precious jewel, so it was only natural that she would react that way. The way her body trembled from the lightest touch had never once lied.
“It was the first time I’d really felt anything like that... It was so strange and scary. It was like something inside my body was about to burst.”
The precision of her feelings stirred something even stronger inside me. She was only twenty, still ignorant of both love and sex, and I found myself wanting to be the one to give her the first real experience of either. The urge went beyond simply joining our bodies; there was a strange possessiveness in it, a desire to imprint on her what genuine, considerate pleasure felt like, what proper adult touch could do.
I started working on her again. This time I moved slowly, carefully, tracing from the nape of her neck downward so gently that there would be no chance of resistance. With my touch far more lingering and exacting than before, her body arched again like a drawn bow and began to heat up. When my fingers brushed the shell of her ear and drifted lazily over her chest, her breathing grew unsteady once more.
Inside the room, where the afternoon sunlight slanted in at an angle, only the sounds of our skin meeting broke the silence. By the time she was too dazed to think and began letting out soft, hazy moans, I seized the opening, pinned her lower body beneath mine, and stripped off my underwear in one smooth motion.
“Ah—wait! Sir...!”
She was startled and tried to shove at my shoulder, but I held her more tightly and pressed our bodies together completely. Already, because of what we’d spilled earlier, the space between our thighs was slick as though it had been oiled.
“I won’t put it in. We’ll just rub, okay? See? It’s so hot.”
My sweet words gradually drained the strength from her arms. Suppressing the instinct that wanted to drive straight inside her, I slid the length of my cock between her legs. As I began grinding hard up and down along the wet opening, the obscene sound of sticky friction echoed through the quiet room.
I didn’t rush. Instead, I moved with maddening slowness, making sure she would memorize the size of me and the heat of me in every detail. I pressed the tip of my heated glans against her most sensitive spot, circling it, then dragged it over the deepest seam of her slit, keeping her on edge.
As time passed, her reactions changed. Her body, which had first lain stiff with fear, began to find a rhythm under the repeated stimulation. After five minutes—no, after more than ten—of the cruel, torturous teasing that hovered only at the entrance, her hips began to lift instinctively toward my cock.
“Ah... sir... please...”
At last she couldn’t take it anymore and clenched at my shoulders, a moan spilling out of her. Her voice was full of a desperate need even she didn’t fully understand. I bit her earlobe and murmured in a low voice.
“It feels that good... You like it too, don’t you?”
I grew even more relentless. Using my swollen glans to make the entrance slicker and hotter, I hovered on the knife’s edge of entering, teasing her so closely that it was almost impossible to tell where rubbing ended and penetration began. Her opening was already coated with both my pre-cum and her own juices, so wet that even the smallest movement sent it slipping and shuddering.
I spread her distracted thighs wider with my own leg until I had her in the perfect position. By then her body was sending signals of acceptance, not resistance. Every time I brushed against her, her toes curled and her back arched like a bowstring, pulling her tighter into my arms.
The tension climbed to its peak, reaching the point where even I felt my reason beginning to go numb. The instant her eyes blurred with pleasure and her lips parted helplessly, I didn’t miss my chance. Slowly, but with all the force I had, I pushed in just a little.
“Ah, there...”
With only the very tip inside her, I stared at her face, watching her as she drifted further and further from her senses. Her cheeks were flushed pink with sweat, and the unfocused look in her eyes said everything about how intense this had become.
“You’re really wet right now, and your body’s open, so I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. Want to try just a little more?”
I coaxed her softly, but she gave no answer at all, only closing her eyes and breathing hard. There was no refusal. That was as good as silent consent. I began easing myself in slowly.
The hot trembling of her body traveled through every nerve in mine. That narrow, feverish place gripped me tight without leaving the slightest gap. But before I could go far, she pushed against me and let out a small cry.
“Ah... it hurts...”
Her voice came out like a sob, and I froze. Tears had gathered in her eyes as she begged me to take it out because it hurt. The moment I saw those tears, the savage hunger boiling inside me went cold. I couldn’t put fear back into this girl.
So I apologized at once and pulled myself out. Then I lowered my head between her thighs again. Like I was soothing a hurt child, I began licking her gently, blowing soft breaths over the sensitive place as if to cool it.
The more persistent and delicate my touch became, the faster she started to heat up again. A deeper resonance rolled through her pelvis than before. To keep the tower of pleasure I’d built for more than ten minutes from collapsing, I used both my tongue and my fingers, driving her once more toward the edge of climax.
On the white hotel sheets, the two of us left stains of sweat, and the air grew thicker, stickier, more saturated with need. I didn’t stop until her legs were draped over my shoulders and the suppressed moans started bursting out of her like screams.
This time, because it was the second peak, her body shattered again even faster than before. I climbed back over her and cupped her sweat-soaked face in both hands. This time she didn’t push me away. Instead, she clung to me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.
What remained after the storm of pleasure had swept through was a silence so heavy with languor it felt almost vicious. I, too, had spent every ounce of my focus driving this small girl to the brink of orgasm twice, and I was exhausted for it; she was completely spent by the violent flood of sensation she’d felt in her life for the very first time. We held each other without speaking, feeling each other’s heartbeats through our skin.
With the cool breath of the air conditioner brushing against us, we eventually let ourselves drift off in a dazed, nearly unconscious sleep, relying only on each other’s warmth.
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