Pathetic♡
Before the lights are even on, the moment we're through the door, he pulls me into a sudden embrace. My shoes aren't even off yet — we're still standing in the entryway, aren't we?
"W-wait a second! Let's at least go inside and put the bags dow— mmph?"
Before I can finish, he cups my face in both hands and kisses me point-blank. I'd been startled enough that my lips had parted slightly, and he worms his tongue deep inside through that little gap.
"Mmph.. chup♡.. mwahh♡"
It's the polar opposite of the kiss in front of the café — a fierce one, like he's sucking me in. I can feel his breath everywhere. In my mouth, at the tip of my nose. Our tongues meet and I roll mine softly against his. We drift apart for a moment to lick at each other's lips, then seal ourselves back together, tangling tongues deep. That soft sensation lingers in my mouth.
"Pwaah, haa, haa, haaah♡…"
The moment our lips part, a sticky strand of saliva stretches between us and snaps. He's the one breathing hard, and yet his hand comes toward my mouth. He wipes up the drool dangling near the corner of my lips, gathers it on his finger, and slides the slick digit into my mouth. I lick his finger with devoted care, like it's a lollipop. For a while, the only sound in the room is an intermittent little slurp. Watching me do this, he gently tilts my chin up with his other hand.
"Stick out your tongue."
"Bleh♡"
Grinning from ear to ear, I open my mouth and stretch my tongue out long. He stares for a moment at the finger drenched in my drool, then brings his face back down to mine. The kiss that follows is deeper than the one before.
"Mmch♡ nngh♡ mmmhn♡"
I feel his hand slip inside my blouse. His fingertips tickle across my belly for a moment, then travel upward and slowly knead my breast. It feels different from when I grope myself while touching myself. Is it because his hand is so much bigger? Or is it that depraved fact — that someone else is touching my chest — that's setting me alight?
"Nngh♡ hnngh♡ nnah, aaah?!"
When his fingers slip between the cups of my bra and tease my nipple, my breath starts to come faster. I try to pull my mouth away for a moment to catch it — and in an instant his other hand clamps the back of my head, forcing the kiss to go on.
"Nnph, nnah, nnghh, nnh♡"
I push air out through my nose as hard as I can, but it's not enough. My consciousness is going hazy. Just before my legs give out and I crumple, the pressure on my head vanishes. I tear my mouth free and drag in a huge gulp of air.
"Haaah, hah, haaah, haa, haaaah…"
"Haa… you… seriously…"
"Sorry, sorry. Your eyes were rolling back — guess you were feeling really good?"
It was good, but… honestly admitting that would wound my pride. Eyes rolling back? Who's going to believe that?
"Good, my foot… you'll have to step up your game, Mr. Suin!"
"Your mouth says one thing, but your body's being awfully honest? Look at this — give it the tiniest pinch and…"
"Hyaaak?!"
"See? It's standing up stiff and swollen. You really expect me to believe you weren't feeling it? Ease up on the bluffing, will you?"
When I shoot him a glare, he smirks and raises both hands in mock surrender. Ugh, insufferable!
"Fine, fine. Let's take the rest of this to the bed. That works for you, right?"
"Denied!"
I give his forehead a smack and turn on my heel toward the bed. I think I hear a little "ow," but that's not my problem, is it? It's not like that actually hurts.
I unpack my things just enough and perch on the edge of the mattress. It's big enough for two people to lie down with room to spare. I press it lightly with my palm — the softness yields, leaves the print of my hand, then slowly smooths itself away. Wow, this is soft.
"Doesn't matter to me, but keep acting that clueless and your partner's going to think they can't rely on you. Women generally like a man who takes the lead, you know."
"Worry about yourself. Everyone has a first time, don't they?"
"Well, true. But I was good from the very start? So, my first time went like this—"
I shut his bragging mouth with a kiss. Maybe he didn't see it coming, because his eyes, gone round with surprise, refuse to settle even as I push my tongue deep into his mouth.
"Mmch.. chup.. mwahh♡"
I end the kiss at just the right moment and pull my face back. He stares at my grinning face like an idiot for a second, then finally lets out a wry laugh.
"Not bad? You've got a real knack for being a woman."
"A knack for being a woman — is that a compliment or an insult? You haven't forgotten I'm a man, have you?"
We trade a round of pointless jokes and let a little time drift by.
"Well then — ahem — shall we pick up where we left off?"
Taking his eyes off me, he starts to undress. Shirt, then trousers, peeled off slowly until only his underwear remains. Even judged through my male eyes, it's a cleanly put-together body of lean muscle. The moment I see those abs carved sharp and clear, my panties start getting damp all over again. Maybe it's that instinct in a woman — the breeding urge that stirs at the sight of a strong man — because my lower belly is smoldering.
"Hm? Why aren't you undressing?"
Finished with his own, he looks at me sitting there stock-still and tilts his head in puzzlement. I pull my knees up, set both hands on the bed, and take a pose somewhere close to a cat's. In that posture I creep toward him, press my lips to his ear, and whisper.
"These clothes… won't you take them off for me?"
With that I turn away and move to the edge of the bed. I lay my head on the pillow facing him and settle down. I hitch my skirt up, then slowly part my legs and show him my panties. Underwear soaked to the point of dripping — and the stain slowly spreading across the sheet. What kind of face will you make, I wonder?
"Ha… haha… damn. I… got played."
A laugh of pure disbelief — and inside it, elation tangled with flusterment. How do you like that? I can hold my own too when I put my mind to it — a man… no, a woman, I mean! At last he comes toward me.
"If you're going to come out swinging like that, I'm done going easy on you? How about apologizing in advance — say 'I'm sorry' now — before you end up crying and begging?"
"What, scared you can't keep up? Pathetic♡ Premature ejaculator♡ Cheetos di— hyaaahn♡"
I had no idea teasing someone could be this much fun. But right in the middle of my bratty little-girl act, he reaches out and strokes along my slit. That alone is enough to send my already-smoldering body past its limit, and a sweet moan spills out of me all on its own. At the same time, with a wet shlick, my juices well up and surge out past my panties.
"Ahn, haah... nngh, nn, nnaah♡"
He strokes my slit slowly, then flips my skirt up out of the way, runs his hands down my legs, and draws my panties down. I feel them slide slowly between my thighs. By the time they reach my calves, I've instinctively drawn my hands to my thighs and stretched my legs straight up. With a whisper of silk the panties slip past my toes — and then he flings them carelessly away. Watching that, I lower my legs slowly and spread them wide to either side. My pussy is on display for another person, and I feel like I might die of embarrassment.
"You're not supposed to be this worked up already. We've barely even started?"
"Nnh, hnn, who's worked up already… hmph, aahng... w- wait a second! Go gentlyyy, aaahhnn♡"
He gazes at my pussy in silence for a while, then at last reaches out and teases the entrance with his fingertips. He doesn't even go in that deep, and yet the sensation of him pressing exactly on my G-spot is a pleasure I've never known from touching myself. I can feel the walls of my cunt twitching, fluttering, trying to cling to his fingers.
"Normally I'd start with the clitoris, but I don't think you need it. You do realize how much you're leaking, right?"
"I had no, nngh, ideeeaa♡"
I writhe and try to squeeze my legs shut, but his grip has them pinned fast. Little by little, the hand teasing my entrance pushes deeper in. Th- this… how many fingers is that? One? Two? No way…
"That's three fingers inside you now. How does it feel?"
"Nngh♡ Something this small is no… big deal? Nnnh, to think I'd be fazed by just three little fingerssss♡"
"…You know your speech is slipping, right?"
I bluff for my life, but he's clearly seen through me. Every time he crooks his finger joints against my walls, my toes curl this way and that without my permission. In time with the movement of his hand, slick, squelching sounds ring through the room.
'Ngh, nnngh♡ Keep going just a little more and I'll cu— hnn... cuuum♡'
Just a little more, just a little moooore. I thrash my whole body against the sheets, bracing for the pleasure that's seconds away. And then—
"Hah?"
The fingers are suddenly gone. Flustered, I lift my head — and there he is, his caress stopped at some point, looking back at me with an unreadable smile. What on earth is he planning? In that inexplicable, ominous moment, just as I open my mouth to ask why — he slams both hands down hard on my thighs and buries his face in my pussy.
"Wh- whaa?! W- wait, not tha— aaahhnn♡"
I'm done for. I twist my legs, but the hands locked around my thighs don't budge an inch. I jerk upright and try to shove his head away with both hands — and in moments the strength drains from my whole body and I collapse back onto the bed.
"Ahn, not there, noooo♡ w- wait♡ nnah, nngh, I'm♡ sowwy, I was bad, so pweeease♡"
"Mmph, slurp, schluuurp, mmch, shluuup"
Every time he presses his mouth to my pussy and draws breath, my womb shudders violently. Pleasure I have never once felt before makes my insides clench and spew out more nectar. That obscene, wet smacking sound is driving me out of my mind. My pussy is tingling, I can't pry him off me, and my head is going weiiiird♡
"Sowwwy♡ I♡ give up♡ I'm begging you like this, so pweeease, hnnk♡ stooooop♡"
Crying and begging does nothing. By now he's even pushed his tongue inside my pussy, lapping at my inner walls. A softness unlike a dildo or fingers caresses me from within. Ah — I can't even form words anymore. I was wrong. I can't hold out any longer. Just as tears are about to spill from the waterfall of pleasure pouring over me—
"Ahn, nngh♡ nnh, hnngh, nngh♡ nnah, nnnh, nnh♡ nn, aaaAAAAAAHN!!"
The tongue teasing my insides presses down hard, right on my G-spot. It's like a fuse blowing in my skull — the world goes pitch black for an instant, then bursts into riotous color that rips through my whole body in crackling waves and detonates outward. My first orgasm ever, given to me by someone else.
"Hnnh, huaah, hnnh, haaah…"
The moment he pulls his face from my pussy, there's a soft pop, and nectar comes streaming out of me in threads. The sheet was already drenched — but the flood runs over the edge of the bed and spills onto the floor. As I lie there panting, trying to catch my breath, I hear him calling me, his face slick and gleaming.
"Haa, haaa… hey. Don't you have something to say to me?"
"...Sowwy."
"What was that? I can't heeeear you~?"
"P- pathetic... hnnk! M- my pussy's sowwwwyyy toooo…!"
The moment I sniffle out my declaration of defeat, he nods with a deeply satisfied look on his face. But in no time at all, a wicked grin creeps across it, and then—
"Glad you finally admitted it. But you know we've still got a long way to go, right?"
Am I actually going to make it out of this room alive tonight?