Rising and Falling
I grip the shaft with one hand, holding it steady in place, and slowly lower my hips. With a slick, sticky sound the head kisses my slit, and then it begins to burrow inside, inch by inch. My muscles clamp down around the intruding cock as if impatient for more, squeezing tight. Deep breath. Deep breath. If I just dropped down carelessly, things could go wrong for me and Ha-eun in all sorts of ways.
"Hah, haa... slowly..."
Gripping my trembling thighs, I keep taking him in. How far down am I now? I measure the remaining length carefully with my fingers—about two inches left. That much I could swallow in one go, couldn't I? I let the strength drain out of my legs, and my body drops, devouring the rest of his cock in an instant. At the same moment, the tip of his head scrapes up along my walls and thuds, hard, against my cervix.
"Nn, haah♡... hnn, this is goooood♡"
The cum filling me to the brim begins to seep out, soaking Ha-eun's lower half. I savor that stuffed-full feeling for a moment, then gather my tousled hair and sweep it over one shoulder. Can't have it blocking my view while I move.
I press my thighs to the bed and start rocking my hips back and forth. The area around my pussy is already drenched in a mix of his cum and my own juices, so there's no friction to fight. Every time my hips swing, the base of his shaft grinds hard against the front wall of my pussy, right over my G-spot.
"Nnh, hnn, hah... nn♡..."
"Haah, it's like... getting off with an onahole... or something, nnh..."
I know exactly what Ha-eun means. Cowgirl, unlike missionary or doggy style, is a position where the woman does all the work—and I've heard that people who like holding the reins in bed tend not to be fond of it for exactly that reason.
"You can't just... treat a person like an onahole, hnn♡... that's not okay."
I pick up the pace a little. With every lewd squelch, more of my juices are pushed out, spreading slowly up across Ha-eun's stomach and chest. Each time my hips swing back and forth they brush past the soft skin of his thighs, and the sticky sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room. It feels good, but something's missing. Maybe I should change the angle a little?
I lean my upper body back and brace my hands on the bed behind me. And there it is—unlike the slanted channel of my pussy, Ha-eun's cock stands bolt upright, the side of its head pressing hard into my deepest place.
"Hnn, it's pressing♡... right against me... so deep... it tickles, hnn, haah♡"
My clit and my front wall I can work just fine with my fingers, but the deep spots—on my own, a dildo is about the only option. And even that can't compare to the real thing. Sex really is meant to reach all the way inside, hard enough to knock on the door of your womb. With a trembling hand I reach down and gently stroke the spot on my lower belly, right above where his head is pushing from within. Whoa. It's actually bulging out a little. Kind of obscene.
Keeping my hips still, I roll my waist instead, rubbing his head against every corner inside me. The grinding must be getting to Ha-eun too, because I can feel his cock twitching through my walls.
"Maybe it's time... to try♡ nnh, moving a little... harder♡"
I lean forward until our stomachs touch, then tilt my hips up to give his cock some room. From the outside it looks almost like the position from a moment ago—except now Ha-eun, who was pounding into me from above, is the one lying underneath. I roll my hips slowly up and down and plead with him.
"Hnn, nnh... my chest, touch it♡... hurry..."
Ha-eun reaches up and kneads my breasts. His fingertips trace lazy circles around my areola, poke at the flesh spilling out the side, and then the tip of his tongue licks my nipple, slow and sticky. He lifts his head a little, tugs my chest forward, opens wide, and starts to suck.
"Slrp, chuu... shlop, shlp, mmph...♡"
"Hah, ah, haa... don't♡ suck... so hard, nnh..."
I kind of regret not adding milk like last time. Every time his teeth graze my nipple my hips freeze without my meaning them to—and every time, Ha-eun's palm cracks against my ass.
"Hyaah?!"
"Every time you stop, haa... I'm spanking you♡"
Hnn, like I'm just going to sit here and take it! I move my bracing hands to his sides and armpits and tickle for all I'm worth, and Ha-eun pulls off my chest with a giggle. I seize the opening, grab his face in both hands, and kiss him. The hair I'd swept over my shoulder spills down like a curtain, veiling our faces.
"Mmh... nnh, chuu... shlop♡ shlp..."
Startled for a beat by the sudden kiss, Ha-eun soon gives up on my chest and starts kneading my ass instead. The soft tangle of tongues, the warmth of small hands kneading my cheeks, and the thick pressure of a huge cock squeezing every corner of my pussy—there's no room left in my head for a single thought. My body just moves on reflex, doing whatever it takes to keep this pleasure from slipping away.
I lift my thighs off the bed and shift my legs into something like a squat. Pulling my mouth from his, I straighten my back and plant my hands on his chest to hold myself steady.
"Hnn... ah, can you see it? Your cock, ah♡... and my pussy..."
I can't see it from my angle, but it has to be filling Ha-eun's view: his cock, half-buried and twitching, and my pussy, half-stuffed around it, trembling, juices running down in threads. The place where we're joined is on obscene display—and the sheer depravity of it sends a thrill through me as I slam my hips up and down.
"Ah, nnah, hah... hnn, haah♡ nn... haah♡"
Down from above, then up from below. Every time my hips drop in a haze of self-forgetting, the head spears deep and hard into the far end of me. Before I can even savor the pressure, the shaft slides back out with a wet squelch, and my muscles cling to his cock, desperate, as if mourning the loss.
"Hnn, hah, hah... your pussy... squeezes... so tight, nnh."
Ha-eun forces the words out through clenched moans. That's a compliment, right? To say thank you, I pinch his nipple between my fingers and roll it back and forth. His chest is smaller than mine, sure, but still plenty soft. Ha-eun won't be outdone—he reaches up and grabs my breasts in a tight grip.
"Hnn... ah, wait...♡ you can't... grab them like that...!"
It's like slamming the brakes and pitching forward—a sudden, crushing pressure on my chest. What happens when your whole body is bouncing up and down and someone's holding on to nothing but your breasts? The answer is: it hurts. Well—it hurts, but it also feels good, so I can't even manage to be angry about it. Whether that's because of his kneading hands, or the dark, shameful thrill of having my body moved without my say-so, I honestly can't tell.
"Haah, hnn, nn... your cock's... twitching♡... think you're gonna cum?"
"...Yeah. Haah..."
Ha-eun barely manages the words between suppressed moans. I'd have liked him to hold out a little longer, but there's nothing for it. I focus every nerve I have on my pussy—because if I can manage it, I want him buried as deep as he'll go the moment he comes. Slowly, through my walls, I feel the veins rise along his shaft and the head swell. Is it now? No, not yet. A little more, just a little more...!
"Hnnh...!"
The instant Ha-eun's moan reaches me, I drive my hips down. The moment his head slams into my deepest point, hot, sticky cum erupts inside me.
"Nn, hah... haah, you're cumming♡ so deep... it's, overflowing♡"
Warmth floods my womb, painting my insides white. Shuddering, I look down at where we're joined and watch his cum seep slowly from my slit, soaking the bed sticky beneath us. He came even more than last time, didn't he?
"Eit♡"
"Hah, nnh... hnn, fine. Do... whatever you want..."
I sit up, and his cock—still pulsing, still spitting cum—is bared to the air. What a waste. I plug the slit with one hand, bring my face down, and swallow him into my mouth. The force has faded, but cum keeps pumping onto my tongue, and I suck hard, determined not to leave a single drop inside him.
"Slrp, shlp... mmph... nn♡... gulp. Pwah... all gone."
"Hnn... every time you do this, I can't help but... be kind of impressed."
I stick my tongue out—bleh—to show him my empty mouth, and he strokes my hair like I've done well. Ehehe. That tickles. After a moment of that, I flop down beside Ha-eun and stare at the ceiling.
"How many hours has it been for us?"
"Hmm... I haven't looked at the clock, so I couldn't say. Why?"
"Then I'm gonna sleep... a little. I'm all... out of strength..."
My eyes close before I can finish the sentence. The last thing I see is Ha-eun gazing at me tenderly, murmuring something I can't quite catch. I want to keep going... but I'm... so... sleepy...