Love Learned at Midday (2)
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Instead, his hand wrapped around the Saintess’s waist.
Strength gathered in the fingertips braced against the sofa’s backrest.
The hem of her shirt had been pushed up above her waist, leaving the wet space between her thighs bare.
The Saintess kept her head bowed and swallowed her breath.
The palm against her waist was hot.
Restraint lived in the tips of his fingers.
She could not see his face.
Only the sound of his breathing behind her and the firm grip on her waist felt close.
Deep between her legs, something hot and hard pressed against her center.
Her fingertips dug into the sofa fabric.
“Ah…….”
A short sound slipped free.
The deep place that had taken his fingers only moments before was still hot and slick.
Even the lightest pressure made her inner walls flinch first.
Yet the pressure of taking him for the first time was unmistakable.
“Just at first…… please be careful.”
Her voice trembled thinly.
The Hero’s breath shuddered.
Past the wet rim, the firm pressure carefully opened her from within.
“Hnn…….”
The Saintess’s shoulders shook.
She opened, and then she was filled solidly.
As her body tipped forward, the Hero’s arm supported both her waist and the soft plane below her belly.
She leaned into that arm and barely kept her balance.
“Wait…… right there.”
The Hero stayed at that depth.
The Saintess rested her forehead against the sofa back and dragged in air.
He was not yet fully seated.
Even so, her insides already held him.
The wet flesh clenched lightly around the hot center it could not release.
The Hero’s arm wound tighter.
Her trembling waist was caught inside his hold.
She managed to let out the breath she had been holding.
“A little…… more.”
The Hero pressed in again.
This time there was less hesitation than before.
At the deeper sensation, the Saintess could not swallow her sound.
“Ah, hnn…….”
Behind her, the Hero’s breath broke low as well.
As she filled further, she gripped the sofa fabric harder.
“There…….”
Her breath shook.
“Just a moment—stay like that.”
The Hero stopped at that depth.
The pressure filling her remained.
In that stillness the Saintess gathered her breath.
Knowing she could hide neither the wet sounds nor the trembling made her face burn.
She put strength into her fingertips.
“You can…… move.”
The Hero’s breath drew nearer.
At first it was shallow.
The careful rhythm of entering and withdrawing continued.
In the moment he left, a brief emptiness remained; in the moment he pressed back in, her breath cut short.
“Ah…… just now.”
She drew air in.
“Like just now.”
The Hero traveled that path again.
Her breath broke, then found itself once more.
“Yes…….”
Her fingertips clutched the backrest harder.
“It feels good.”
After she spoke, her face flushed hot.
Even so, her waist did not pull away.
The Hero’s hips came deeper.
Her body reflexively held him tighter.
Behind her, his breath collapsed low.
That sound made her insides grow hotter still.
“Today…….”
She swallowed.
Embarrassment made the end of the sentence falter for a moment, yet her waist was already waiting for what came next.
“Please go a little faster.”
The Hero’s hands gripped her waist more firmly.
The next strokes were a little quicker.
When he withdrew, her walls tightened after him; when he drove in again, her breath snapped.
“Ah…… Hero.”
The words would not continue.
Her waist rocked first inside the circle of his arms.
His hips moved again.
This time deeper.
Her body was pushed forward, then caught by the arm supporting her waist and drawn back into him.
The solid heat filled her wet depths and withdrew.
As the intervals of his return shortened, she lost any chance to steady her breathing.
“Hnn…….”
She clutched the sofa back harder.
At first she was simply driven by his motion.
Then, without meaning to, her own waist followed him backward.
Every time he reached deeper her insides clenched first, and the moment of withdrawal left her aching so that she trembled as if trying to hold him again.
“A little…… more…….”
The words broke there.
The Hero’s breathing was no longer even either.
Strength entered the arm supporting her waist, and the thrusts from behind grew steadily deeper and faster.
She lost her breath.
Still his arm wound tighter, and the next movement drove deeper still.
“Deeper…….”
Her voice mixed with a moan.
“Please go a little deeper.”
At those words his hips paused for an instant, then drove in deep again.
The next stroke reached far enough to fill her below the belly.
She could not swallow the sound.
“Ah……!”
Each time the solid hardness withdrew, her walls tightened after it.
Before emptiness could form he was pressing in again.
The wet flesh clung and would not let go; every time she was filled anew her waist was pushed back.
“There…….”
Her breath trembled.
“There feels good.”
The Hero could not answer.
Instead more strength entered the hands holding her waist.
The motion grew faster.
The length of each withdrawal shortened; the intervals of contact narrowed.
From the place they joined, wet sounds continued low.
That sound alone made the Saintess’s face burn; she gripped the sofa fabric more deeply.
A soft, wet slap.
Slick flesh met briefly.
Her waist jerked and trembled.
“Hah…… Hero…….”
Breath broke, then burst free again.
The sofa fabric crumpled low beneath her fingertips.
Her waist only pressed farther back.
Every time he reached deeper, her insides seized him first.
“Hero…….”
She bowed her head, breathing hard.
“Today…….”
The words cut off.
His movement slowed for the briefest moment.
In that gap she drew breath.
Then she clutched the sofa back more tightly.
“You don’t have to hold back.”
The breath behind her broke hard.
Her face burned as if it might catch fire.
Still her hands did not release the fabric.
“I…… want more too.”
The Hero’s arm wrapped her waist and the soft plane below her belly more firmly.
The next thrusts were deeper and faster.
Her body was driven forward, then immediately pulled back into him.
Her walls clenched and released with that pace.
Before any emptiness could arrive they locked deep again, and at every new contact a moan broke free first.
“Ah, ha…… Hero…….”
The words no longer formed sentences.
Her fingertips dug into the sofa fabric.
Whenever strength threatened to leave her knees, his arm supported her below the waist.
Leaning into that strength, she could take him deeper.
“A little…… faster…….”
She dragged in air.
“Just like this…….”
His movements grew more urgent.
Inside her body the heat loosened, then tightened around him as if to hold him.
Wet flesh met again with a soft slap.
“Ah…… there…….”
Her voice rose.
The heat that had been circling below her waist no longer sank; it surged upward into her belly.
The faster he moved, the more a hot ache spread through the insides of her thighs.
“Hero…… I…….”
The words could not finish.
The sensation of being driven deep again before he had even fully withdrawn cut her breath short.
Her fingertips dug into the sofa fabric.
Her waist pushed back first.
“Together…….”
The breath behind her shook hard.
She put strength into the hands gripping the sofa back and managed to continue.
“Let’s go together…….”
At those words the next thrust went deeper.
Wet flesh met with a slap, and her insides seized him reflexively.
“Ah……!”
She could not swallow the sound.
First her lower body trembled; then a hot clenching spread all the way into her belly.
The fingertips holding the sofa fabric went white.
Strength entered the arm around her waist.
The body behind her shuddered hard at the deepest point.
The solid heat locked deep inside her pulsed and twitched to the end.
In the next instant, hot, sticky wetness burst and spread within her.
The Saintess squeezed her eyes shut.
The slick heat filling her body was so vivid that her breath could not reach the end.
Once, then again.
Each time the firm trembling continued, the hot warmth spread deeper, and her clenching still would not release him, quivering lightly.
Soon the sticky heat pooled inside her began to slip out slowly, trailing down the inner thighs.
“Ah…….”
She let out a delayed breath.
No strength remained in her legs.
Leaning into the arm that supported her waist, she barely kept breathing until the last of the trembling settled.
The Hero stayed there very slowly, waiting until her body loosened.
For a while the Saintess only breathed.
Her fingertips still held the sofa back.
There was no strength in her legs.
Her body felt strangely undone, and her face burned beyond what she could bear.
The Hero’s arm held her.
In that warmth, her shaking breath gradually found its place.
“Ria.”
His voice was low and a little rough.
She only moved her lips.
“Are you all right?”
At the question she closed her eyes for a moment.
She started to nod, then stopped.
She steadied her breath and spoke very softly.
“More than all right…….”
Her voice trembled.
“It felt good.”
After she spoke, she bowed her face deeper.
The Hero’s breath caught briefly.
“Ria.”
She was too embarrassed to lift her eyes.
“I don’t know if I’m even allowed to say something like that.”
He drew her more carefully into his arms.
“You can.”
His voice was low.
“I want to know the things that feel good for you too.”
The corners of her eyes grew hot.
The midday light was still inside the living room.
On the table, the ID card with her name written on it still lay where it had been left.
The words she had spoken aloud only moments ago returned to her late.
Please go deeper.
You don’t have to hold back.
She bowed her face deeper still.
The Hero slowly brushed her damp hair back behind her ear.
With a hand that still trembled, she caught his arm.
“Hero.”
“Mm.”
“I didn’t know speaking could be this embarrassing.”
He was silent for a moment.
His hand slowly covered the back of hers.
“I’m still glad you told me.”
Inside his arms she finally managed to exhale.
“So words like that…… were all right after all.”
“They’re all right.”
He closed his hand around hers just as it was.
“With me.”
Still looking down, she moved her fingers slightly.
An unfamiliar afterglow still lingered inside her body.
Between her legs, her waist, her back—everything trembled slowly.
She did not hide the trembling of her hands.
“Then…….”
Her voice was small.
“I’ll say it next time too.”
The Hero’s hand enclosed hers.
“Mm.”
It was a short answer.
At that single word she closed her eyes again.
Midday light still remained in the living room.
On the table, the ID card with her name written on it still lay where it had been left.
The Saintess slid her fingers a little deeper between the Hero’s.
Her face was still hot, and her breath had not fully settled.
Even so, she did not let go of his hand.