Caitlyn cupped Jonathan's head in her hands, pulling him into the kiss with her eyes closed, surrendering to the warmth of the moment.
Jonathan, in contrast, had his eyes wide open at first, stunned by her closeness. But the longer her lips lingered on his, the more his body gave in, heat stirring through him, his hands finding her waist, holding her tighter as he deepened the kiss.
They stumbled back together, tumbling onto the bed. When their lips finally broke apart, both opened their eyes at once, faces inches apart, breath mingling.
Caitlyn twisted slightly, staring up at the ceiling before letting out a shaky laugh between breaths.
"W-wow… I never knew a kiss could make me this… weak—ah…" she gasped, her chest rising and falling quickly. Then, turning her head back toward him, she whispered, "What about you?"
Jonathan's chest heaved as he tried to form words. His lips parted, but only a single sound escaped.
"ₘₒᵣₑ…"
Caitlyn blinked, startled by the hunger in his voice. "What did you say?" she asked softly, noticing the way his shoulders rose and fell, his gaze fixed on her like she was the only thing in existence.
His hand reached for her, trembling but determined, fingers curling against her shoulder.
"More…" he repeated, breathless. His eyes burned with desperation now, and he whispered again, lower, almost pleading:
"…please."
Caitlyn caught his hand before it could slip further, holding it firmly in both of hers. She looked into his eyes, and what she saw there struck her harder than the kiss itself—need, raw and unshielded. eyes, full of need.
Full of hurt.
Her lips parted as if to speak, but the words stalled in her throat. "I know that you're hurting, but…" She trailed off, realizing what she had almost said. Disappointment flickered across her face, not at him, but at herself.
Because the truth she could not admit aloud was dangerous: in some dark corner of her heart, she liked it. She liked that Jonathan needed her. That without her, he seemed broken. It was unusual, unsettling even, but it awakened something inside her. It was dangerous.
But it made her feel important in a way she hadn't expected.
Her hand rose almost instinctively, cupping his head, and she pulled him against her chest. His breath hitched as she cradled him there.
"I know," she whispered softly, gently stroking him. "but we have to take it slow… ease into it." Her voice wavered, torn between caution and the desire to surrender completely.
She felt his warm breath seep through her thin shirt, his nose buried in the soft swell of her breasts, and a thrill shot through her—raw, unfiltered power that made her pulse throb.
Jonathan murmured something against her, his words muffled, lost in the fabric pressed between them.
He tried again, but only the warmth of his breath against her chest carried through. Finally, he tapped her arm in protest, needing air.
Realizing what she had done—holding him too tightly against her chest—Caitlyn quickly let go, her face flushing scarlet. Jonathan drew in a sharp breath of air, finally free, while Caitlyn's hands trembled.
"I—I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to—" Her voice cracked, and her apology spilled deeper than the moment required. "I'm so sorry."
Not just for holding him too tightly. Not just for nearly smothering him.
But for the thoughts she couldn't confess—for the part of her that liked how much he hurt without her.
Jonathan yawned softly, bringing his hand up to rub his face. "Why are you so sorry for? That was… incredible." His voice was rough, honest, and when his eyes met hers, he swallowed hard. The next words slipped out under his breath, almost involuntary:
"…fuck me."
Caitlyn's blush deepened instantly. She raised an eyebrow, but her voice betrayed her eagerness. "What did you say?" She wanted to hear him repeat it—clearer this time—wanted the words to hang in the air between them.
"You heard me," Jonathan said, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, though the heat on her face betrayed her. She wanted to push him, to hear him say it again, but instead she gave in to her own rising pulse.
Slowly, deliberately, she crawled onto him, straddling his lap. Her soft hipspressed down against him, claiming the space between them.
She shifted her weight, adjusting, and in the movement her body grinds against the rough fabric of his pants.
The friction drew an involuntary sound from her lips, a stifled moan that slipped out broken and breathless. "Ah… A-Ah… mmm~ ohh~…"
Jonathan's jaw tightened, the smirk vanishing as his body betrayed him. Every subtle grind sent a pulse through him, his breathing growing heavier, ragged. He twitched with each shift of her hips, his pants straining against her weight.
At last, Caitlyn stopped moving. She lingered there, chest rising and falling, letting herself breathe. Her gaze fell to Jonathan's hazy, desperate expression.
Slowly, she leaned down, cupping his face in her hands. Her lips hovered just above his.
"Say it," she whispered, her breath ghosting across his mouth.
Jonathan swallowed hard. His hands slid up, fingers curling around her waist as though clinging to the moment. "…fuck me," he breathed, the words breaking free the instant his palms pressed against her.
Caitlyn froze. The realization of what she had done—what she was doing—flooded her all at once. What came over me? she thought, her blush burning hot across her cheeks. Why had she demanded it from him? Why had she wanted to hear it so badly?
She looked down again, and the answer was there—Jonathan beneath her, panting, his gaze locked on hers, his eyes hazy with need. His chest rose sharply with every breath, his body trembling against her touch.
And then she felt it—the bulge pressing up against her through the fabric. The heat of it made her shiver. Oh… right…
Biting her lip, Caitlyn lowered her hips again, rolling them slowly against him. The friction sent a shock through her body, and his breath hitched sharply beneath her.
I did it for him , she told herself, moving again, slower this time, savoring the way his body responded with every grind.
"Ah… A-ah… hah…" The sounds slipped out before she could stop them, muffled behind her bitten lip.
Jonathan's hands found her waist, steady but insistent, guiding her movements, urging her to grind harder against the bulge beneath her. Every press sent a rush of heat through her body, hotter than the last.
"F-fuck~! W-why does it feel so good?~" Caitlyn cried out, her voice breaking between moans.
It's just grinding… so why does it feel better than touching myself? The thought made her shiver, her mind flickering to something else—what would it feel like if he was inside me…?
Her breath hitched as Jonathan's hands slipped higher, trailing from her hips up toward her chest. Fingers pressed under her shirt, sliding the fabric upward, lingering as if savoring every inch of skin revealed.
Caitlyn's pulse hammered. Before his impatience could take over, she grabbed the hem herself, pulling the shirt over her head in one swift motion. Pale skin met the dim light, framed by a soft blue bra hugging her curves. Jonathan swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her.
"…Blue," he murmured, his voice low, strained. "Why am I not surprised."
Her cheeks flushed. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Caitlyn reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp slowly. She hadn't meant to tease him—it was just her own nerves, the quiet self-consciousness that always haunted her. The straps slid off her shoulders, and the bra slipped free, leaving her bare before him.
She glanced down, catching the way Jonathan's gaze lingered—fixed, unblinking—on the curve of her chest. A nervous smile tugged at her lips as she instinctively brought an arm across her breasts.
"Anything to say?" she asked softly, hoping—almost desperate—that he liked what he saw.
Jonathan blinked once, then reached up, gently drawing her arm away. His palms settled on her breast, his voice low, steady.
"Perfect. Just right."
The words eased her tension, and his hands proved them true. He squeezed lightly, fingers kneading the soft flesh, exploring with a reverence that made her shiver. They weren't too big, nor too small—just enough for him to fill his hands. The balance, the warmth, the give beneath his touch—it all made him think absurdly of Goldilocks.
"Haah… uugh… aaah…" Caitlyn gasped, her breath breaking into moans as he teased her, his fingers brushing over her nipples. Her hands, trembling with urgency, trailed downward to his waist, tugging at his shirt.
"A-ah… your turn," she whispered, pulling at the fabric.
Jonathan hesitated only a moment before releasing her, lifting the shirt over his head in one smooth motion. The dim light revealed lean lines of muscle, his chest rising and falling with controlled breath. He smirked—not out of arrogance, but at her gaze, the way her eyes lingered just as his had.
"Anything to say?" he asked, echoing her own words.
Her lips parted. She licked them slowly, deliberately, before whispering back with a playful glint in her eyes.
"…It's perfect."
Her hand rose to his jaw, gripping firmly as Caitlyn pulled him into a kiss with no restraint. Their mouths collided, messy and urgent, as Jonathan's hand closed around her breast, squeezing, teasing until her back arched beneath his touch.
"Mmnh… haah… ahh—" Caitlyn's muffled moans slipped between their kisses, each one more desperate than the last.
Her free hand slid down, trembling as she caught the waistband of his pants and tugged it lower. The heat of him pressed against her, thick and undeniable. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues tangled, the sound raw and unguarded.
When she finally tore her lips from his, a string of saliva clung between them. Her chest heaved as she whispered breathlessly,
"I felt every twitch of your cock… felt it grow under me…" Her voice cracked with a moan as she shifted against him. "…Press against me."
"Ahh—hhnnh…" Her breath caught as she peeled his pants down further, her lips brushing against his ear. A nervous gulp, then words spilled out in a whisper, broken by desire.
"I thought I knew what restraint was… but right now—" she moaned softly, trembling as she said it—
"Please… fuck me."
As his pants slipped down, his cock sprang free, brushing against her hand. Caitlyn shuddered, heat shooting through her body at the touch.
Jonathan's body reacted instantly—his hands seized her waist, flipping her beneath him in one fluid motion. His cock pressed hard against the front of her pants, grinding against the thin barrier of fabric.
"Hhhah—!" Her breath hitched, eyes locked on him, pupils wide. "Please…" Her gaze dropped, and when she finally saw it pressed against her, her voice broke in a gasp.
"I-Isn't that too big?" she moaned, torn between awe and panic. "I don't know if I can handle it…"
Her hips betrayed her, arching toward him as her fingers tugged her pants down with trembling urgency until they slid to off her ankles. Now only her blue panties separated her from him, and the thick head of his cock pushed insistently against the damp fabric.
"I don't know if anyone can…" she muttered, voice shaking as desire cracked through her restraint.
Jonathan's lips pressed to her throat, trailing hot kisses down her neck as his hands kneaded her breasts. His voice was low and deliberate between each kiss.
"If that's truly how you feel… then I can change." His breath tickled her ear. "I can mold myself. Shape myself. To your needs."
And as he spoke, his cock shifted against her panties. Caitlyn jolted, her moan catching in her throat as she felt it—growing longer, then suddenly narrowing, then thickening in an obscene pulse.
She forced her eyes downward, and what she saw made her breath stutter: his length morphing, warping, stretching into different forms against the soaked fabric, as though his body itself bent to her desire.
"Ahhh—hahhh…!" Caitlyn's eyes widened as she looked down between kisses, her breath shuddering at the sight of his cock reshaping itself against her soaked blue panties.
It shifted again, this time settling into an average size—not the intimidating original, just something more beginner-friendly. Relief and want flickered across her face, and she nodded with a shaky laugh.
"Ha-ah… this looks safer."
Her hand slid up, cupping his cheek, gently pulling him away from her neck so she could look directly into his eyes. Her voice softened, the edge of urgency giving way to something more tender.
"I know we rushed things… but can we… take it slow for this part?"
Her legs tightened around his waist, drawing him down against her. She whispered between uneven breaths, a small moan caught in the sound.
"I want to S-savor this… savor us."
…
Jonathan's lips curved faintly as he nodded, his hand still teasing her nipple with slow, circling touches. His voice dropped into a vow.
"I'll savor every part of you… I'll worship you, I'll—"
Caitlyn pressed a finger gently to his lips, smiling up at him with flushed cheeks.
"I don't need a list of reasons," she whispered. "I just need you."
Her hand slid lower, tugging her panties aside, opening herself to him.
Jonathan guided himself down, his cock resting against her folds. The first slow grind against her folds made Caitlyn shiver, a breathy moan spilling from her lips.
"Ahhh… haahh…"
Then—he eased forward, just the tip slipping inside.
Caitlyn's eyes flew wide and she gasped, her back arching as her breath came out in sharp pants.
"Ah… A-Ah… oww… hahhh… Jona—Jonathan…!" she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I-it's c-cold…"
Her body squirmed against him, juices spilling warmly around the tip as her walls clenched tight, legs locking tighter around his waist, dragging him closer in spite of her surprise.
Jonathan blinked, confused for a moment before muttering softly, "Oh… it's just a race thing. Itenhances the experience…"
He eased in deeper, inch by inch. Her pussy twitched around him, fluttering at the strange contrast of his icy length spreading her open.
The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through her, twisting the initial sting into something hotter, sharper.
"Ahhh—uhhm… ohhh… g-god, yes… Jonathan…" Caitlyn moaned, her voice breaking into small cries as half of him filled her.
Jonathan's eyes pinkened, and with one hard thrust he pushed the rest inside.
"OH—GOD!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back. "It feels so g-good~!"
She bit her bottom lip, trying to quiet herself, though her flushed face betrayed her. Tilting her head, she caught the faint pink glow in his eyes as he slowly pulled out.
"Ahhh… haahh…" she sighed, chest rising and falling as the thick length slid almost free—before he rammed it back in, making her cry out, "Nngh—ahhh~!"
The pain she feared never came—only waves of hot, dizzying ecstasy. Her voice betrayed her body, moans spilling out in breathless rhythm.
"Hahh… ahhh… uhhhn… yesss…"
Her moans spilled out before she could stop them. Why am I being so improper? she thought, clamping her lips together. But each time he pushed into her, the sounds broke free again, soft cries escaping between gasps.
"Mmnn—hahhh—ahhh… J-Jonathan…"
He kept a steady pace, stretching her, molding her around his cock. She twisted against him, desperate to hold back but unable to stop the trembling whimpers spilling from her lips.
Her parents flashed through her mind, but so did the obvious answer—she could just tell him to slow down.
Instead, her arms slid up, pulling him close. Her voice was a breathless whisper between moans:
"…f-faster! A-ahhh… mmmnn—haaahh~"
She pressed her lips to his, kissing him with sudden urgency.
Later, she would burn with embarrassment at the memory of begging for more. But in this moment, her body took control. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, clashing against his, fighting for dominance even as his thrusting pounded faster.
"Mmnnnhh—hahhh—ahhh!" she moaned into the kiss, her breath hot and desperate.
But Caitlyn had never been a dominant person. Soon, she melted against him, surrendering the kiss—and her body—toJonathan's rhythm.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap—!
Each sharp thrust echoed through the room, her body jolting with every slap of skin. His cock drove deeper, molding and stretching her untouched walls.
Caitlyn Kiramman—the daughter of Councillor Cassandra Kiramman, the refined pride of House Kiramman—was reduced to a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.
"Mppff~! Ahhh—hnnnghh~! D-don't stop—ahh, ahhh~!" she moaned, her voice breaking into ragged cries. "I—hahhh—I think I'm gonna… c-come!"
Her nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around him as the pace overwhelmed her.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap—!
Every thrust tore another moan from her lips, each one louder, less controlled. The polished elegance drilled into her since childhood crumbled away, leaving nothing but a desperate, writhing woman.
"Ahhh—hahhh~! Nnghh—ahhh! J-Jonathan! Mmmnnnhhh~!"
The faster he moved, the less refined she became—her voice spilling raw, unrestrained pleasure into the night.
Caitlyn's body stretched around his cock, her hips struggling to match his rhythm as every thrust pulled her closer, closer—on the edge of release.
But just when her breath hitched, when her moans turned to pleading cries, Jonathan slowed. He pulled out until only his tip remained, slick with her wetness.
"Ahhh—w-wait, don't—haaahh~!" she whimpered, her voice cracking in frustration as she looked down.
Her eyes widened. Inside, she felt it—the subtle shift, the stretching pressure changing shape. The tip swelled, reshaping back into the size she had once said was too much.
"Ahhhhnnn~! Nnnhhh~! Haaahhh—w-what are you—ahhhhnnnnhhh~!" Caitlyn moaned, trembling as the change pulsed inside her.
Her gaze locked on his cock as it thickened, long and heavy, poised to stretch her all over again. Fear mixed with need in her chest; she swallowed hard, her face flushed scarlet.
Jonathan inhaled, chest rising, before thrusting forward—
"AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh~! Nnnghhhhhhnnn~! Ohhh g-godddddd~!" she screamed, back arching as the thick length plunged inside, forcing her walls to mold around him all over again.
Her legs kicked helplessly, her voice spilling into ragged moans with every thrust.
"Ahhh~! Hnnnnghh—hahhh! T-too big—ahhh, fuuuckk~! S-so full, ohhhhnnnhhh~!"
Jonathan's hips snapped forward again, and again, pounding into her with a force that made the bed creak beneath them.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap—!
Each thrust rocked her deeper into the sheets, her cries growing higher, sharper—no trace of the proper Kiramman daughter left, only a writhing mess undone by his cock.
"Ahhh! Hnnnhhh~! D-don't—haaahhh, don't stop, pleaseee~!" she begged, her words tangled in moans. "Ohhh god, I—ahhhhnnnhhh~! I can't—haaahhh—hold it!"
Jonathan's rhythm quickened, thick length grinding into her sensitive walls until the resistance inside her snapped.
Her back arched violently as her orgasm tore through her, a scream ripping out before dissolving into gasping moans.
"AAHHHHhhhhhhnnnnnn~! Haaahhhhhh~! Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuckk~! Hnnnghhhhh~!" Caitlyn cried, her legs trembling around his waist.
Her body clenched and pulsed around him, flooding his cock with her cum, white slick dripping down his length and spilling onto the sheets beneath them.
"Ahhh… ahhhhnnn… s-so much… ohhhhnnnnhhh~!" she moaned, her back arching before she went slack, sinking helplessly into the mattress as the aftershocks wracked her body.
Even as she came down, small whines and needy moans escaped her lips—unable to stop, unable to hide how completely undone she was.
Jonathan slowly pulled out, watching her release drip down his length before lifting his gaze back to her.
Caitlyn lay panting on the mattress, her body weak, her chest rising and falling with effort.
But when her eyes found his, she smiled faintly and reached up, pulling his face down and smothering him with a flurry of kisses.
Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!
"That was… more than I ever imagined," she whispered between kisses. "Though I didn't expect to feel this weak after."
Her blush deepened as she held his gaze. "My actions during intercourse shouldn't affect how you see me. I'm still a proper lady, after all."
Jonathan's lips curved into a smirk. "Affect how I see you? I never saw you as proper at all."
She pouted, giving him a playful glare.
"…Okay. Maybe a little," he admitted with a low chuckle.
Caitlyn pressed one last kiss to his lips. Mwah. "I… I'm so tired," she murmured, her eyelids heavy.
Jonathan lay beside her, slipping an arm around her waist. "So, no round two?" he teased, squeezing her breast just enough to draw a soft moan from her.
She shook her head reluctantly, her body trembling with the afterglow. "As tempting as that sounds, I must pass," she whispered, pulling him into her chest. Her fingers threaded gently through his hair. "…Just laying together feels far more passionate right now."
Jonathan held her close, her warmth seeping into him as her breathing slowed. Reluctantly, he let himself relax as well—comfortable in her embrace, drifting into sleep at her side.
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I was lazy, that's why this chapter is late.
Writing this chapter wasn't that hard, it took the normal amount of time as it did any other chapter.
I will not be lazy the next time.