42. Lover's Titjob Tease
Once I peeled off every last bit of that lover's getup from her body, a faint cool breeze brushed my skin. ...Haa. Still so damn hot. Even in winter, heat was surging out of me like crazy. Sure, the hotel heating was toasty, but with me kneeling in front of my girlfriend's tits, dick bobbing right there, no amount of AC could've stopped the sweat.
"H-how long do I have to keep my eyes covered, ...Oppa?"
"Gyeo-ul-ah."
"...Yeah."
"Wanna grab mine?"
"...Huh?"
"My dick. Grab it."
"Di...ck..."
Gyeo-ul stuttered a bit as she peeked at my dick between her fingers, but she grabbed it obediently anyway. I gripped her side-boobs with both hands, the ones flanking her earnest gaze fixed on my shaft, and slowly thrust my hips forward toward her chest.
"Can you just put the tip in there?"
"...Oppa wants it in my tits?"
"Yeah."
"Y-you're not being too pervy?"
"...We've done way worse already."
"That's ...true, but..."
No point saying that now—it held zero conviction. After teasing me with those slutty lingerie pics. ...And we'd done it in the car before too. Thinking it over, we were both perverts, no doubt. Hell, the fact we were siblings doing this at all...
No, wait. Outside, we're lovers now. Couples do this all the time. Nothing weird.
Gyeo-ul, who'd been staring holes through my dick, swallowed hard and carefully slipped my glans into the gap between her bra cups. It wasn't so much burying it in her tits as slotting it right into her cleavage, so it didn't go deep. Just the tip and a little more. Sure, I could've shoved harder and it'd pop up out the top, lifting along her cleavage, but with her gripping the shaft, I settled for the glans.
The sticky cling of my glans wedged between her tits was way more intense than I'd expected. And visually? Fucking obscene.
"Oppa, ...feels good?"
"...Yeah."
I squeezed her side-boobs, pressing them inward, rubbing her cleavage up and down over my tip. Not enough to make me cum, but perfect foreplay for something dirtier. She must've thought I wasn't reacting much, though, because she looked up at me and started asking questions.
"Sh-should I shake it like last time? With my hands too?"
"Like last time how?"
"Th-that ..."
"Say it properly."
"Sh-shake your dick like that... right?"
"...Yeah."
My dick twitched hard in her cleavage, brushing the bra. ...Fuck, insane. The way her tongue still twisted weirdly around "dick"—it just turned me on more. One hand still covering her eyes, she stroked my shaft eagerly, and I couldn't stop mashing her tits rougher against my glans.
"F-for our first time, isn't this too weird, Oppa...?"
"Our first what?"
"Since we started dating, it's our first dirty thing... so, like, as lovers... our first experience..."
"Then what were we last time if not lovers?"
"We weren't siblings then either... it was just, uh, Oppa pouncing on me?"
"You tempted me in just lingerie."
"...You still pounced."
"I was giving you what you wanted."
"I didn't want that then."
"Then what did you want?"
"...Just a hug. And some kissing?"
"You think that makes sense?"
"..."
She knew she was spouting nonsense, shaking her head silently. Her tits jiggled side to side with the motion, giving my tip fresh stimulation. ...Ah, fuck, can't hold back much longer. We were plenty warmed up. Honestly, her words were turning me on more than the sensation.
I pulled my hands from her tits and shoved her deeper into the blankets and pillows. My dick slipped free from her bra with distance, a sticky thread stretching long before snapping. I pried her fingers off my shaft one by one, then hooked the bra strap along her shoulder curve to her arm.
Before she could protest, I yanked the bra down quick. I stared at her exposed upper tits and pink nipples, swallowed hard, and repositioned over her. With her sunk into the blankets like she was reclined in that chair, I pressed my balls to her abs. I spread the new gap at her underboob with my fingers and slid my dick in just like before.
No lube needed here—it glided smooth, her glans already slick. ...Mixed with sweat too.
"...Oppa?"
"Gyeo-ul-ah, ...push your tits together for me."
"...My tits?"
"Stack 'em over mine."
"O-Oppa."
"Yeah."
"...With nothing on?"
"What do I gotta do for it?"
"Later... that thing..."
She tilted her chin up, staring straight at me, tapping her index finger on her lips.
"Do this..."
"...I'll do it till you say stop."
"..."
Deal sealed, she pressed her tits together around my dick. I didn't hesitate, thrusting my hips to bury it in her cleavage. Looking down at her face—her jawline dipping to her neck and collarbone, half-exposed upper tits and nipples, the loose bra below, and my shaft plunging in and out between them—it ignited a urge to command her.
"...Gyeo-ul-ah."
"Yeah."
"Can you lick the tip?"
"..."
She could reach with her tongue or lips if she leaned down—I had to ask. But my ever-obedient girlfriend shook her head no on this one.
"Why."
"C-cause... we gotta kiss later."
"..."
"Don't like your stuff on my... mmph..."
I bent forward, sealing her lips with mine to shut her up, knees pushing ahead so I could keep fucking her tits. I caressed her nape and ears tenderly during the kiss, and she didn't forget her job—eyes closed, squeezing her tits tight around me. Not just waiting passively; mimicking what I'd done, she alternated her breasts up and down to soothe my lust.
In reward for her devotion, I erupted deep in her cleavage—spuuurt—soiling the bra too. My body shuddered, breaths ragged as I slowly withdrew, but the foreskin ridge scraping the gap made me spurt a bit more onto her panties. ...Made it even hotter looking down.
"...Did you cum?"
"...Yeah."
"Felt good?"
"Yeah."
I had no idea why she beamed like she was the one who came, but her shy grin made me feel even better somehow.
"Oppa, hey."
"What."
"Put my bra back on..."
"Why?"
"It's hookless, so I gotta pull it off like a T-shirt..."
"Can't you just slide it down?"
"It stretches around my butt and hips..."
...Not throwing it out, huh. Pretty soiled now. But since I'd been the only one enjoying so far, I obliged. I reset the straps, and she lifted the bottom over her tits. Now her exposed breasts were caked not just sticky, but thick globs of my cum clinging everywhere. ...Haa, no way. My lust wouldn't quit.
Masturbating had some cooldown, but with Gyeo-ul? Dangerously short intervals. Sure, I had a high sex drive—jacked off a ton in middle and high school. ...But I held back in the army. How'd it get this bad? Blame the army. If they hadn't sold those T-shirts, or if she hadn't stolen mine, I wouldn't have pounced. ...Nah, probably would've anyway. Same actions, different outfit—still would've jumped her.
As she grunted trying to remove the bra, I hooked my fingers in her panties and tugged them down just enough to bare her pussy. Then I mounted her from above.
But not yet. I still had a debt to collect.
"Oppa?"
"Haa... Gyeo-ul-ah."
"Yeah."
"...Let's stop here for today?"
"...Huh?"
"Sex on the first day of dating feels off. Just cuddling."
"..."
I scooped her up in her half-on lingerie, removed the stacked pillows, and lay sideways with her. I bound her arms and legs tight in my embrace so she couldn't move, then teased my dick against her navel. Didn't miss her parted lips—shoved my tongue in. Tweaked her earlobes lightly, traced fingers ticklishly from her back along her spine to her sides, slyly gripped my glans and pressed it firm against her clit. Each time, her breath hitched.
To stop any protests, I kept her tongue pinned. Wet kissing sounds filled the room. Finally, after slipping my pinky into her earhole and wiggling, she shuddered and shoved me away. With her melted expression, mouth opening to speak, I lifted her head and blew in her ear. She quivered head to toe, weak moan escaping, so I clamped her limbs tighter.
Bound like that, I kept blowing in her ear. Nibbling, licking now and then.
"Ha...ahh..."
"...Gyeo-ul-ah."
"Y-you said no..."
"Wanna just sleep like this?"
"No sex..."
"No insertion, no sex."
"Then why keep teasing..."
"What do you want me to do, Gyeo-ul-ah."
"..."
"Don't wanna feel good alone."
"...Oppa."
Buried in my arms, she called my name, bit my shoulder hard, and whispered.
"Fuck me... Oppa..."
"..."
"Fuck me hard..."
First time I'd truly beaten her—and my raging hard-on gave me away completely.