[ 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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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.