Don't Finish Inside!
How much time had passed? When I finally came to, forcing my heavy eyelids open, the sunlight spilling through the window had deepened into a richer, more violent red than before. I jerked my gaze to the clock and realized more than an hour had already slipped by; it was nearly late afternoon. The silence beneath the ceiling of the unfamiliar hotel room felt distant and dreamlike, as if it belonged to someone else’s sleep.
When I turned my head, she was there beside me, sunk into the deepest kind of sleep with the most innocent face in the world. Wearing nothing but a bra, her youthful curves lay exposed against the white sheets, dazzling in the pale afterglow of afternoon light. Exhaustion must have driven her past the edge of consciousness, because her lips were faintly parted as she breathed in a slow, regular rhythm, even letting out the tiniest little snore. It was disgustingly adorable.
The wetness from a moment ago—the sensation of her sliding over my face and through my fingers—flashed through my head again. Beads of sweat had glittered like jewels; there had been her slender hands trying to push me away, and then, at last, that hot, shuddering acceptance. Looking down at her sleeping face, so peaceful and unaware, I felt the instincts I’d forced down begin to stir again, lifting their head from the depths.
I had thought the languor of a midday nap had drained every last ounce of strength from my body, but just having her beside me was enough to make me swell again, taut and hard.
Then my hand found the panties she’d dropped beneath the bed, still marked with a dark, wet stain. When I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply, her scent hit me, thick and sticky, mixed with something muskier and more intimate. In an instant, the forbidden, primal thrill I’d once felt as a child sneaking open my cousin’s drawer at a holiday gathering—touching and smelling her underwear while listening to my own heart pound—came rushing back with brutal clarity. As if possessed, I lowered my head again toward the sleeping girl between my hands.
Between her helplessly parted legs, I could see the place that still bore the traces of our earlier violence. The soft pink folds, slightly swollen and slack, looked both wilted and unbearably beautiful. I parted them carefully with my finger.
Earlier, driven by excitement and circumstance, I had not really been able to see it clearly, but now, faced with the vivid, precious proof that she had only just turned twenty, the desire I’d suppressed came surging back so violently it made my blood rush the wrong way. There was a sour, fishy scent from dried saliva and arousal, but the fact that her carefully groomed, bare little sex was spread open before me, completely defenseless, was enough to drive me mad.
I began to lick delicately at the gap with the tip of my tongue, careful not to wake her, simply savoring the obscene view. With one hand, I grabbed my own cock, already rigid and throbbing as if it might split open, and started to masturbate. The salty, tangy-sweet taste that came into my mouth with each lick and suck made my hand move faster without my even realizing it. Whether it was my saliva or her own reaction in her sleep, clear fluid began to spill again from the closed opening, soaking my lips.
I couldn’t stand the hunger anymore. I tore open the condom I’d set aside in advance and slid it on in a hurry. With the thin rubber sheath covering me, I pressed my cock to her wet entrance and began to grind against it. It was less raw than skin-on-skin contact, but the slick lubricant on the condom mixed with her arousal, and my cock slipped into her opening with almost no resistance.
“Ahh...!”
At that exact moment, she, who had been sunk in deep sleep, suddenly opened her eyes wide and sucked in a sharp breath. Startled by the intrusion, she and I went completely still, bodies locked together as though time itself had frozen. I stopped moving, flustered, and looked into her eyes.
“Does it hurt?”
I couldn’t make myself say that I would pull out. Even through the condom’s thin barrier, the hot, frantic throb of her inner walls reached me directly. Contrary to my expectations, she wasn’t clenched shut in pain; after all my caresses, she had already opened completely for me. She only twisted her face and drew in breath after breath, trembling.
“Should I take it out?”
I asked again carefully, but the girl who had just woken could only half-close her eyes and breathe roughly. A moment later, she finally spoke in a shaky voice.
“What is this situation?”
There was no excuse for it. I could only murmur like a man who knew he was guilty.
“If it hurts, I’ll take it out right away.”
Despite my words, I couldn’t give up and gently moved my hips. As my cock filled her body and shifted in unfamiliar ways, she suddenly locked both arms around mine and began trembling all over. I realized instinctively that this wasn’t a reflex to push me away, but rather the desperate clutching of someone clinging to a sensation that, for the first time, was full and not painful.
Certain now that she wasn’t rejecting me, something like courage woke inside me. I slid back into her body, slowly at first, then deeper, as far as it would take me, while she made no move to stop me.
“Haa...!”
The sight of her with her mouth open, panting breathlessly, was so arousing that I swallowed her lips whole. Just moments ago she had clearly drawn a line and said kissing wasn’t allowed, but now, stripped of reason, she answered by sucking at my tongue like a woman possessed.
I watched her reaction one by one and slowed my pace. I didn’t want this first deep penetration to become a new fear for her, so I moved my hips as carefully as if handling a priceless jewel. Every time the tip of my shaft brushed the deepest wall inside her, the tiny spasms and hot shivers that rippled through her body traveled down my cock and straight into my brain.
“Ah... sir... hngh...”
She buried her face against my shoulder and let out a pained little sound. I lightly bit her earlobe and reveled in the sensation of that narrow, heated passage slowly accepting me and loosening around me. Gently—so gently. I pushed in as though soothing a child, then pulled all the way out again, over and over, until the pelvis that had once been rigid with trauma began to relax little by little, swaying in time with my rhythm.
“Haa... does it still hurt? How does it feel?”
Instead of answering, she wrapped her arms even tighter around my back and nodded against me. By then her entrance was already a mess, slick with my pre-cum, her own arousal, and the condom’s lubricant. Every time I moved, the obscene, wet sounds of air and friction became even more shameless.
Once it seemed like she had adjusted, her moans grew thinner and thinner, and I slowly began to raise the intensity. Abandoning the gentle, sweeping motion, I started thrusting in short, hard strokes, aiming straight for her most sensitive spot.
“Ah! Ahh! Sir, wait...!”
She panicked at the sudden change and twisted her hips, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I spread her legs wider, hooked them over my shoulders, and drove my weight down into her with everything I had. The calm, patient restraint of an adult vanished, and in its place the brutal instinct of a beast began to take over.
Slap, slap.
The bed frame shook, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. The faster I went, the more her moans fractured into something like screams. Her eyes lost focus and drifted toward the ceiling, while her lips hung open weakly as she gasped for breath.
“It feels so good... ahh, sir...!”
Her sweet cries became the trigger. My reason was already gone, and I began hammering into her like an animal. The bed frame rattled; flesh struck flesh; the sounds pounded at my eardrums. Then, all at once, her waist snapped into a bow, and the muscles deep inside her clamped down around my cock so hard it felt like they might crush it. She screamed and shook all over, and I felt the same crushing pressure melt my brain into pure pleasure.
The urge to cum surged up into my throat before I could stop it, and my true feelings spilled out.
“Ah, this feels too good... I’m about to cum.”
Just as I was trying to hold back, trying to control my pace with my hips, the fear flooded into her eyes in an instant. She had been surrendering herself to pleasure so helplessly that the word cum must have jolted her fully awake.
“No! Don’t cum inside!”
She screamed in a rush and started pushing at my shoulders. Her body was wracked with the instinctive fear of pregnancy, and she thrashed desperately, trying to pull her hips back. I could have told her not to worry because I was wearing a condom, but at that moment I didn’t feel like speaking. I simply wanted to enjoy this knife-edge where fear and pleasure tangled together inside her a little longer.
Instead, I forced her slender body down with my weight and gripped her thighs hard so she couldn’t escape. Deeper, all the way to the hilt, I started pounding into her. The friction heat passing through the thin condom grew unbearable.
“Haa... it’s too deep!”
She shook her head with a voice that was nearly tears.
“Inside... no... please...!”
Her desperate pleas sounded to me like nothing more than the sweetest kind of moan. I ground her down with frightening persistence, not missing a single inch. At the very edge of climax, I held her in a crushing embrace and, shaking my hips like a madman, emptied the last of my strength into her as I came inside the condom.
The sensation of hot fluid filling the rubber sheath was unmistakable. She, too, threw her arms around my neck and trembled, riding out another orgasm.
After squeezing everything out of myself, I collapsed forward over her. In the room filled with hot, wet air, the only thing left was our ragged breathing. After a long moment, she, still trembling beneath me, suddenly shoved me away with surprising force as she began to steady herself.
“Haa... haa...”
Still unable to brush back her sweat-damp hair, she hurriedly reached down to check herself. Her fingers met the slick mixture of arousal and lubricant, and she jolted in surprise, immediately checking my cock again. Only after confirming the condom wrapped around me in white did she finally glare at me with a voice thick with tears.
“I thought you came inside!”
What had been fear turned to hurt, and she started pounding my chest with her clenched fist. She looked like a child on the verge of bursting into tears, and the sight of her was so pitiful and so lovable that I pulled her back into my arms and held her tight.
“Sorry... I’m sorry. I was being a little mean, wasn’t I?”
She kept sniffling in my embrace, and after a long while she finally seemed to calm down. With her face buried against my chest, she whispered softly,
“It felt so good... but... I was really shocked.”
We held each other like that for a while without speaking, sharing our warmth. The peace that followed the storm was sweeter than lunch at noon.
“Let’s take a shower together now, okay?”
I pressed a light kiss to her damp cheek and helped her to her feet. The back of her as she walked toward the bathroom looked even more beautiful and more mature than it had when I first seen her. Beneath the warm spray of the shower, we washed each other’s bodies and stretched the afterglow of that dreamlike afternoon a little longer.
