[ Perhaps there will come a time when Mitsuru gets bored of her teacher. If such a possibility were put to her right now however she would have trouble believing it. Not with what he can do with his mouth.
It's like the most exquisite kind of torture that Nanami is putting her through, each moment more intense than the last. At first, the first time he'd done this, she'd been hesitant to grab a fistful of her teacher's hair, clinging to some remnants of propriety and respect despite what he'd been doing to her. Now though, Mitsuru shows no such hesitance in tangling her fingers in the blonde strands, elegant, slender fingers caressing his scalp, using him as anchor while he completely undoes her.
Her other hand clings to the sheets beneath her, knuckles turning white with the effort, her thighs twitching with each delicious stroke of his tongue against where she's most sensitive. He is so, so good at this. Would someone her own age even be able to approach his level of skill at completely unraveling her? Doubtful. ]
You're... You're going to make me come-
[ Again. This one feels big though- that warmth building in her lower body, thighs still twitching uncontrollably. She arches off the bed as the sensations grow, suddenly extremely conscious that he might be about to draw a particularly wet orgasm out of her- he'd made her squirt before, but not like this, not with his mouth down there... It makes her nervous, what if he hates it and- ]
I think- I think I'm going to- [ Her eyes widen as she looks down at him and oh god, please get what she's trying to say. She cuts herself off as she cries out, the backs of her legs digging into his shoulders, trying to hold back but already knowing it's a battle she isn't going to win. ]
[ The first time he'd done this, he'd been careful, almost hesitant. He knows he was the first one to ever do that to her and that he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of. But he so desperately wanted to pleasure her with his mouth, wanted to have her ache and scream and spill her pleasure all over him as he mouthed at her. It's a deep kind of ache, the one he has to put his mouth all over her body — to eat her out, to suck on her breasts, to kiss her breathless. He's done all of these things now but the first time was always memorable.
This too is memorable. The way she cries her warning, you're going to make me come, as if that isn't exactly what he wants. He can feel the way her fingers clutch at his hair, the desperate hold she has on him. He continues to work his mouth over her though but he can tell her desperation to get him to pull away. It doesn't take much for him to figure out why. She's going to squirt, probably, too embarrassed about it to do it with his mouth against her.
Does he mind though? No. His eyes flicker up to meet hers, to watch her face and then she is crying out as she digs into his shoulders and clenches around him. He growls, low, and mouths at her even deeper. His tongue drags along her folds, gets to her entrance and opens wide so when she finally comes, all of it goes straight into his mouth. It's... probably disgusting. Definitely disgusting. But he doesn't mind at all, not as he swallows down her release and licks her out aggressively in turn.
This is when he should stop, should pause, should give her some relief. He doesn't though. Instead, he slides two fingers into her entrance, fucking her with them gently as he rubs calloused fingers against her inner walls. At the same time, his tongue circles her clit, sucking and nipping lightly on the sensitive bud as he breathes out heavily and continues his ministrations. ]
[ She almost sits up for a moment, so urgently does she feel the need to warn him about what is about to happen, what he's about to cause. But then her teacher meets her eyes with no visible concern whatsoever, on the contrary, he doesn't stop, doesn't pull away, just opens his mouth and drinks down her release. It's so... filthy, yet she can't keep her eyes off him; that is until it all becomes to much and she's forced to let her head rest against the pillows again, her back arching off the surface of the mattress with the force of it.
And he's not stopping.
The realisation hits the redhead like a ton of bricks, right as he slides two fingers into her soaking wet cunt. He's fucking her gently with them but with how buzzing and stunningly sensitive her inner walls still are from what he'd just done, he might as well have started at full speed. Mitsuru doesn't help herself, not with the way she greedily rocks herself on them, as addicted to the feeling as she is tortured by it. Then his tongue is on her clit too, teasing and merciless and so, so good.It's too much- she wants to cry out the words but it's as though she's lost all command of language. There is no rest or reprieve for her and her hand once again tightens in his hair as she cries out his name, practically sobbing at the force of it as she gushes around his fingers, soaking the surface of the mattress with droplets of her climax. ]
[ He is merciless, he knows. The pleasure he's inflicting upon her is overwhelming and unrepentant but he loves it. He loves getting her to this point of breaking, where even if he they were walked in on it would be hard to get them to stop, hard to get their bodies to come down from the high of pleasure and focus on anything else at all. So, even as she pleads with him, tells him that she can't stop coming, he just continues to lick at her clit and fuck her with his fingers.
The mattress is soaked, the sheets are even worse, and they're certainly going to leave a hell of a mess for the cleaning staff to deal with when they finally check out of the room. But this is also... not the first time either and Nanami has long stopped feeling guilty over it, not when it feels this good, this pleasurable. Mitsuru is gorgeous and perfect and he continues to believe he won't have her for a long time, so he has to take as much of her as she'll allow in the meantime. Enough until she's done with him, and moving on. Then, at least he'll have the memories.
He pulls his mouth off her cunt then, pressing kisses to her mound in general and the insides of her thighs as he keeps fucking into her with his fingers. Deep and thorough, he continues to rub her inner walls with his fingers while he sucks a mark against her inner thigh, leaving a bruising hickey in a place that no one else will be able to see but him. He'll wait until he can get her to come one more time before he pulls his head back and looks up towards her. ]
Do you want to be fucked now, Kirijo-kun? Or do you want me to keep using my mouth?
[ One more time. Washing over her in a wave of pleasure that has her reeling once again, head tilted back against the pillows as her body arches off the surface of the bed, crying out as she coats his fingers yet again with another wet orgasm. Turns out that worrying he might be disgusted by it was entirely foolish on her part.
Mitsuru is still catching her breath as he asks her those questions. As fit as she is he always seems to render her out of breath with what he does to her. She knows it's only going to get more intense. Somehow she manages to sit up a little, propping herself on shaking elbows to look him in the eyes with a deep need that sends an anticipatory shiver down the length of her spine. His mouth and fingers are mind blowing but- ]
I want you to fuck me.
[ Turns out he's the only person she'll use that word with. Using it still doesn't come naturally to her, yet it feels like no other word is as fitting to express what he does to her, how exquisitely carnal it is. Only he gets to hear her speak like that, just like he's the only one who gets to appreciate the mark he just left on her thigh. ]
[ He knows it too. That he's special in that regard. She would never lower herself to being so crass with anyone else but when they're like this, in the moment, there is only one word to describe what they're doing, what he does to her, how he leaves her screaming and panting and covered in fluids. It's not love making, for certain. Not that he's incapable of that but right now, the way they move together is far too desperate and carnal to be called that.
Nanami isn't wearing his shirt, he's dressed only in his slacks at this point, his other clothes left in a messy trail from the door to the bed. So, when she asks to be fucked, he pulls away from her to sit up on his knees. His hands drop to the belt buckle and he unbuckles it, unbuttons his pants after and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and underwear. Pulling them down easily enough and kicking them off to the side, it leaves him nude and she can see his cock, hard and aching on display for her. His cock is big, red at the tip, uncut. His hand reaches down to give it a few strokes as it curls in his hardness towards his stomach.
And then he shuffles in to settle between her legs. A big, broad hand settles on her hip, grasping her carefully there while his other hand takes the base of his cock in hand and guides it forward. The whole time he stares at her, eyes hooded and dark as they linger on her mouth, on the flush of her face, on her gorgeous body. ]
Tell me if it's too much.
[ She'll feel it then, the tip of his cock sliding between her folds and rubbing at her entrance as he finds it. Then he's pressing forward, his cock slipping past her rim and pressing deeper, deeper. He grunts softly, gritting his teeth as he sinks into her tight heat followed by a low moan once he bottoms out inside of her. It's good, it's so good, and he can't get enough. Thick and long inside her, he begins to grind himself into her as he waits for her to adjust to him completely. ]
[ Said with a smile and all of her usual sureness despite the deep flush on her cheeks.
Still, Mitsuru isn't normally someone to be easily intimidated, yet even she had found his size had given her pause the first time they ever did this. She had been equal parts excited and nervous. Now though- she welcomes it all too greedily, the feeling of him stretching and filling her with his huge cock. She arches her back beneath him, so ready and eager to take more of him, closing her eyes with a gasp as she feels him fill her to the hilt.
The redhead appreciates him taking it slow, giving her time to adjust - ever the gentleman despite the absolute mess he leaves her every time they meet like this. Mitsuru feels a surge of affection for him, unable to resist the urge to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer, her lips meeting his in a heated rush as she kisses him. She can still taste herself on his mouth, a realisation that shouldn't appeal but it does. ]
[ Nanami is focusing on filling Mitsuru up, on sliding into her and giving her what she wants. As she arches up underneath him, his eyes go a little dark at the sight and he groans softly, pushing a little harder into her. He's always gentle with her, unless she requests otherwise, because she is... precious to him. He knows this is an illicit thing, not a real relationship, but he doesn't want this to be a bad memory for her when she eventually does move on. He wants her to have enjoyed her time with him.
A snap of his hips forward has him buried to the hilt, nothing too rough, just sliding forward that last little bit until he's completely enveloped. It means he's not expecting it when her arms go around his neck and he's pulled down for a kiss. But he doesn't dislike it either. One of his hands sinks into her hair, cradling the back of her head as his other settles on her hip and they kiss. Deep, tender kisses from Nanami as he licks into her mouth and moves against her. He's kissed Mitsuru before but each time makes him feel even more alive than the last. He loves kissing her. Loves being able to show his affection in such a deep and intimate way.
So, he'll remain kissing her into the pillows while his hips begin to move inside of her. Slow, deep grinding of his cock as he stretches her out around him and he just loses himself between the deep kissing and the tight wet heat of her pussy. God, this is truly amazing, he doesn't want it to stop. ]
[ It so easy to lose herself totally in his embrace, the way he's holding her and kissing her as he fucks her. She feels as though she can't get enough of him, wrapping her thighs tighter around his waist, ankles locked together around his lower back as she moans heady and heated against his mouth. Letting that reserved, aloof side of herself that she's always presented in his classroom totally fade away. ]
You- You feel so good-
[ So big, fucking her so slowly and deeply, enough for her to feel every last inch of him. His fingers and mouth had been spectacular, clearly, if the state of the sheets are any indicator. Yet nothing compares to this, feeling him so completely, inside her like this. With each deepening thrust of his, her fingertips dig a little deeper into his shoulder blades, then his back, trailing down his muscles. It doesn't matter how many times they've been like this together, she can never seem to get enough of his body. Of him. ]
[ The feeling is mutual. Mitsuru is incredible underneath him, the way her body molds to his own, the way they fit together so perfectly. He would do this for no one else, would break his rules for no one but Mitsuru. But she was endearing and captivating and all too perfect as she approached him and he couldn't keep himself away. He doesn't feel guilt over it anymore, not when they're so wrapped up in each other like this.
Instead, there is only pleasure and deep, deep affection. As she pants out her praise, he is pressing kisses to her jaw, her throat, nipping against her collarbone and speeding up the pace of his hips. His arms move to brace himself on either side of Mitsuru's head, his elbows pressed into the mattress while he pulls back and thrusts in. Harder and harder. She's taking him fully now and he can't get enough of it.
Nosing at her jaw, he breathes her in and presses a few more kisses across the skin before murmuring against her. ]
You feel amazing, Kirijo-kun. Such a good girl.
[ Low, pleased praise, just for her. Just for her. ]
[ No small part of her practically basks, delights in the heat of his attention, of his praise. She finds herself always wanting to please him, whether that be in his classroom or in bed with him. The strength of her crush, of her feelings had her never wanting to impress a teacher more- usually something she excels at with little effort, yet she'd always felt she fell short when it comes to him, if only in her own eyes. She was always her own harshest critic after all.
He's fucking her harder now, faster, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as she tightens her thighs around him again. His lips on her skin feel searing hot, her skin tingling, receptive to every touch. She turns her head to capture his lips with her own again, kissing and kissing, yet having to stop as she can't stop herself moaning. He's going to make her come again soon, she can feel it, knowing full well she never lasts long when he fucks her like this. In response to him, she can't resist the question, ]
Do I still feel as good as the first time?
[ A tease, a reminder of the first time he'd caved into desire and taken her like she wanted him to. When they'd spent an evening just like this. ]
[ To be fair, he isn't as effusive with his praise for her outside of the bedroom, ever since they started this. Even from before this, he was careful with the way he praised Mitsuru, not wanting to seem to play favorites or cause any reason for anyone to see his praise as anything but a teacher to a student. But he was attracted to her, wanted her, and it was necessary for him to keep his feelings in check. Until they ended up bursting out of him anyway when she made a move on him. And now he is even more careful, not wanting them to be caught.
So, it's like this that he can shower her in his praise, in his affection. Call her the good girl that she is. Say such filthy things against her skin that he knows she would never have imagined from him before. But she feels too amazing to ignore, the idea of not saying anything is too ridiculous to him. He wants her, wants to keep her, wants to make her feel good and loved and whole like she does to him.
Her words come and his hips stutter in their pace inside of her, thinking back to their first time together. Her quiet insecurity, his panicked breathing, their rushed, desperate need to be joined together. She came so hard he thought he nearly broke her and then he came inside her, having her leak with it after... it was incredible, in the end.
But in the end, there was still that level of panic, that insecurity, that fear of being caught. While titillating on some level, it's nicer now that he knows she's never going to tell anyone what's going on between them. He's not going to be caught. They're safe. So, he lifts his head up to press his lips to hers first, stealing a slow, sensual kiss from her as he grinds his cock into her oh so deeply. When he pulls back, he lets his eyes meet her and gives a hum. ]
Kirijo-kun, it only gets better every time we're together. You're as intoxicating as ever and I never want to stop.
[ Somehow it always takes her back- how greedy she is for his cock. For his mouth and his fingers too, every part of him honestly but his cock- he fills her up so utterly, completely... To the point that the first time they did this she was more than a little afraid that he might break her in some way however eager she'd been. Now, she simply can't get enough. She can feel another orgasm building, she's already lost track of how many he'd already given her tonight, all she's aware of is the way he's making her body feel beneath him, the word he speaks- ]
Then don't- Stay with me.
[ She knows they can't, not realistically. That at some point they have to leave this hotel room and return to normality, yet there is absolutely nothing standing in the way of them doing this all night. Only their own limits of endurance. And they already know that's rather high...
She cries out when it hits her again, shaking almost uncontrollably as she captures her lips with hers again, soaking the sheets beneath her once more as she squirts her release again, soaking his dick with it- Another shattering climax leaving her unable to say anything more coherent than her teacher's name over and over again. He is the only thing she can comprehend in this moment. ]
[ Nanami is big, after all. Far too big. It's an impressive size that bulges in his underwear even at his softest. He has to be careful to wear pants that don't show the outline of his cock in class, that aren't too tight around the crotch in order to be decent. So, he too wasn't sure Mitsuru could take all of him the first time they were together, wasn't sure if she would ever be able to — but his fears were for naught. At this point, she takes every inch of him so easily, so deeply, and he can feel the tip of his cock brush against her deep insides with every thrust.
When she tells him not to stop, to stay with her, he wants to give her all of him in return. He can't even bear the idea of leaving her. So, they kiss and he gives it his all, tongue licking into her mouth as his hand reaches up to curl against the back of her head, his other hand curled against her hip. He continues to move within her, eager and desperate, and he groans softly against her.
When she comes, it doesn't take him by surprise but it does make him jerk forward, almost at the cusp of his own orgasm. He grinds inside of her as she soaks the sheets and his skin, as she cries out his name over and over and over. He dips his head down, pressing a biting kiss to her throat and over her collarbone before lifting his head back up to linger against her lips. ]
I'll stay with you. All night. All weekend. We won't have to leave this room and I won't ever pull out of you.
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It's like the most exquisite kind of torture that Nanami is putting her through, each moment more intense than the last. At first, the first time he'd done this, she'd been hesitant to grab a fistful of her teacher's hair, clinging to some remnants of propriety and respect despite what he'd been doing to her. Now though, Mitsuru shows no such hesitance in tangling her fingers in the blonde strands, elegant, slender fingers caressing his scalp, using him as anchor while he completely undoes her.
Her other hand clings to the sheets beneath her, knuckles turning white with the effort, her thighs twitching with each delicious stroke of his tongue against where she's most sensitive. He is so, so good at this. Would someone her own age even be able to approach his level of skill at completely unraveling her? Doubtful. ]
You're... You're going to make me come-
[ Again. This one feels big though- that warmth building in her lower body, thighs still twitching uncontrollably. She arches off the bed as the sensations grow, suddenly extremely conscious that he might be about to draw a particularly wet orgasm out of her- he'd made her squirt before, but not like this, not with his mouth down there... It makes her nervous, what if he hates it and- ]
I think- I think I'm going to- [ Her eyes widen as she looks down at him and oh god, please get what she's trying to say. She cuts herself off as she cries out, the backs of her legs digging into his shoulders, trying to hold back but already knowing it's a battle she isn't going to win. ]
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This too is memorable. The way she cries her warning, you're going to make me come, as if that isn't exactly what he wants. He can feel the way her fingers clutch at his hair, the desperate hold she has on him. He continues to work his mouth over her though but he can tell her desperation to get him to pull away. It doesn't take much for him to figure out why. She's going to squirt, probably, too embarrassed about it to do it with his mouth against her.
Does he mind though? No. His eyes flicker up to meet hers, to watch her face and then she is crying out as she digs into his shoulders and clenches around him. He growls, low, and mouths at her even deeper. His tongue drags along her folds, gets to her entrance and opens wide so when she finally comes, all of it goes straight into his mouth. It's... probably disgusting. Definitely disgusting. But he doesn't mind at all, not as he swallows down her release and licks her out aggressively in turn.
This is when he should stop, should pause, should give her some relief. He doesn't though. Instead, he slides two fingers into her entrance, fucking her with them gently as he rubs calloused fingers against her inner walls. At the same time, his tongue circles her clit, sucking and nipping lightly on the sensitive bud as he breathes out heavily and continues his ministrations. ]
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And he's not stopping.
The realisation hits the redhead like a ton of bricks, right as he slides two fingers into her soaking wet cunt. He's fucking her gently with them but with how buzzing and stunningly sensitive her inner walls still are from what he'd just done, he might as well have started at full speed. Mitsuru doesn't help herself, not with the way she greedily rocks herself on them, as addicted to the feeling as she is tortured by it. Then his tongue is on her clit too, teasing and merciless and so, so good. It's too much- she wants to cry out the words but it's as though she's lost all command of language. There is no rest or reprieve for her and her hand once again tightens in his hair as she cries out his name, practically sobbing at the force of it as she gushes around his fingers, soaking the surface of the mattress with droplets of her climax. ]
Please- Can't stop coming-
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The mattress is soaked, the sheets are even worse, and they're certainly going to leave a hell of a mess for the cleaning staff to deal with when they finally check out of the room. But this is also... not the first time either and Nanami has long stopped feeling guilty over it, not when it feels this good, this pleasurable. Mitsuru is gorgeous and perfect and he continues to believe he won't have her for a long time, so he has to take as much of her as she'll allow in the meantime. Enough until she's done with him, and moving on. Then, at least he'll have the memories.
He pulls his mouth off her cunt then, pressing kisses to her mound in general and the insides of her thighs as he keeps fucking into her with his fingers. Deep and thorough, he continues to rub her inner walls with his fingers while he sucks a mark against her inner thigh, leaving a bruising hickey in a place that no one else will be able to see but him. He'll wait until he can get her to come one more time before he pulls his head back and looks up towards her. ]
Do you want to be fucked now, Kirijo-kun? Or do you want me to keep using my mouth?
a million years later.......
Mitsuru is still catching her breath as he asks her those questions. As fit as she is he always seems to render her out of breath with what he does to her. She knows it's only going to get more intense. Somehow she manages to sit up a little, propping herself on shaking elbows to look him in the eyes with a deep need that sends an anticipatory shiver down the length of her spine. His mouth and fingers are mind blowing but- ]
I want you to fuck me.
[ Turns out he's the only person she'll use that word with. Using it still doesn't come naturally to her, yet it feels like no other word is as fitting to express what he does to her, how exquisitely carnal it is. Only he gets to hear her speak like that, just like he's the only one who gets to appreciate the mark he just left on her thigh. ]
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Nanami isn't wearing his shirt, he's dressed only in his slacks at this point, his other clothes left in a messy trail from the door to the bed. So, when she asks to be fucked, he pulls away from her to sit up on his knees. His hands drop to the belt buckle and he unbuckles it, unbuttons his pants after and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and underwear. Pulling them down easily enough and kicking them off to the side, it leaves him nude and she can see his cock, hard and aching on display for her. His cock is big, red at the tip, uncut. His hand reaches down to give it a few strokes as it curls in his hardness towards his stomach.
And then he shuffles in to settle between her legs. A big, broad hand settles on her hip, grasping her carefully there while his other hand takes the base of his cock in hand and guides it forward. The whole time he stares at her, eyes hooded and dark as they linger on her mouth, on the flush of her face, on her gorgeous body. ]
Tell me if it's too much.
[ She'll feel it then, the tip of his cock sliding between her folds and rubbing at her entrance as he finds it. Then he's pressing forward, his cock slipping past her rim and pressing deeper, deeper. He grunts softly, gritting his teeth as he sinks into her tight heat followed by a low moan once he bottoms out inside of her. It's good, it's so good, and he can't get enough. Thick and long inside her, he begins to grind himself into her as he waits for her to adjust to him completely. ]
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[ Said with a smile and all of her usual sureness despite the deep flush on her cheeks.
Still, Mitsuru isn't normally someone to be easily intimidated, yet even she had found his size had given her pause the first time they ever did this. She had been equal parts excited and nervous. Now though- she welcomes it all too greedily, the feeling of him stretching and filling her with his huge cock. She arches her back beneath him, so ready and eager to take more of him, closing her eyes with a gasp as she feels him fill her to the hilt.
The redhead appreciates him taking it slow, giving her time to adjust - ever the gentleman despite the absolute mess he leaves her every time they meet like this. Mitsuru feels a surge of affection for him, unable to resist the urge to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer, her lips meeting his in a heated rush as she kisses him. She can still taste herself on his mouth, a realisation that shouldn't appeal but it does. ]
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A snap of his hips forward has him buried to the hilt, nothing too rough, just sliding forward that last little bit until he's completely enveloped. It means he's not expecting it when her arms go around his neck and he's pulled down for a kiss. But he doesn't dislike it either. One of his hands sinks into her hair, cradling the back of her head as his other settles on her hip and they kiss. Deep, tender kisses from Nanami as he licks into her mouth and moves against her. He's kissed Mitsuru before but each time makes him feel even more alive than the last. He loves kissing her. Loves being able to show his affection in such a deep and intimate way.
So, he'll remain kissing her into the pillows while his hips begin to move inside of her. Slow, deep grinding of his cock as he stretches her out around him and he just loses himself between the deep kissing and the tight wet heat of her pussy. God, this is truly amazing, he doesn't want it to stop. ]
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You- You feel so good-
[ So big, fucking her so slowly and deeply, enough for her to feel every last inch of him. His fingers and mouth had been spectacular, clearly, if the state of the sheets are any indicator. Yet nothing compares to this, feeling him so completely, inside her like this. With each deepening thrust of his, her fingertips dig a little deeper into his shoulder blades, then his back, trailing down his muscles. It doesn't matter how many times they've been like this together, she can never seem to get enough of his body. Of him. ]
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Instead, there is only pleasure and deep, deep affection. As she pants out her praise, he is pressing kisses to her jaw, her throat, nipping against her collarbone and speeding up the pace of his hips. His arms move to brace himself on either side of Mitsuru's head, his elbows pressed into the mattress while he pulls back and thrusts in. Harder and harder. She's taking him fully now and he can't get enough of it.
Nosing at her jaw, he breathes her in and presses a few more kisses across the skin before murmuring against her. ]
You feel amazing, Kirijo-kun. Such a good girl.
[ Low, pleased praise, just for her. Just for her. ]
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He's fucking her harder now, faster, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as she tightens her thighs around him again. His lips on her skin feel searing hot, her skin tingling, receptive to every touch. She turns her head to capture his lips with her own again, kissing and kissing, yet having to stop as she can't stop herself moaning. He's going to make her come again soon, she can feel it, knowing full well she never lasts long when he fucks her like this. In response to him, she can't resist the question, ]
Do I still feel as good as the first time?
[ A tease, a reminder of the first time he'd caved into desire and taken her like she wanted him to. When they'd spent an evening just like this. ]
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So, it's like this that he can shower her in his praise, in his affection. Call her the good girl that she is. Say such filthy things against her skin that he knows she would never have imagined from him before. But she feels too amazing to ignore, the idea of not saying anything is too ridiculous to him. He wants her, wants to keep her, wants to make her feel good and loved and whole like she does to him.
Her words come and his hips stutter in their pace inside of her, thinking back to their first time together. Her quiet insecurity, his panicked breathing, their rushed, desperate need to be joined together. She came so hard he thought he nearly broke her and then he came inside her, having her leak with it after... it was incredible, in the end.
But in the end, there was still that level of panic, that insecurity, that fear of being caught. While titillating on some level, it's nicer now that he knows she's never going to tell anyone what's going on between them. He's not going to be caught. They're safe. So, he lifts his head up to press his lips to hers first, stealing a slow, sensual kiss from her as he grinds his cock into her oh so deeply. When he pulls back, he lets his eyes meet her and gives a hum. ]
Kirijo-kun, it only gets better every time we're together. You're as intoxicating as ever and I never want to stop.
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Then don't- Stay with me.
[ She knows they can't, not realistically. That at some point they have to leave this hotel room and return to normality, yet there is absolutely nothing standing in the way of them doing this all night. Only their own limits of endurance. And they already know that's rather high...
She cries out when it hits her again, shaking almost uncontrollably as she captures her lips with hers again, soaking the sheets beneath her once more as she squirts her release again, soaking his dick with it- Another shattering climax leaving her unable to say anything more coherent than her teacher's name over and over again. He is the only thing she can comprehend in this moment. ]
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When she tells him not to stop, to stay with her, he wants to give her all of him in return. He can't even bear the idea of leaving her. So, they kiss and he gives it his all, tongue licking into her mouth as his hand reaches up to curl against the back of her head, his other hand curled against her hip. He continues to move within her, eager and desperate, and he groans softly against her.
When she comes, it doesn't take him by surprise but it does make him jerk forward, almost at the cusp of his own orgasm. He grinds inside of her as she soaks the sheets and his skin, as she cries out his name over and over and over. He dips his head down, pressing a biting kiss to her throat and over her collarbone before lifting his head back up to linger against her lips. ]
I'll stay with you. All night. All weekend. We won't have to leave this room and I won't ever pull out of you.