Anno jumped slightly, about to ask what was happening when Charles's fingers found that most sensitive bud at her peak, pressing and teasing it with deliberate strokes.
A tingling warmth spread from the sensitive tip, drawing a soft gasp from her throat. Her thighs reflexively clenched together, body already responding to his touch.
Her cheeks burned crimson, flushed not just from Charles's bold hands but from the newfound intimacy as skin met skin. She could feel the hard heat pressing insistently against her thigh through his pajamas.
"Get your hands off!" she whispered urgently. "We need to sleep!"
Charles closed his eyes, feigning drowsiness. "I have this habit—I need to hold onto something when I'm hurt to fall asleep."
Anno grabbed his wrist, giving a half-hearted push. "Let go…"
Charles stubbornly persisted, sliding a leg between her thighs to stop them from closing. Their skin pressed together completely now, the smooth, delicate sensation making him instinctively shift against her. His other hand slipped beneath her back, kneading the plush, resilient curve just above her waist with practiced pressure—gentle, rhythmic, lulling. Anno swallowed softly, the caress stoking the fire within her until her gaze grew hazy.
She felt it as their legs intertwined—the rigid heat nestling firmly against her inner thigh. It didn't repel her, only stirred nerves already on edge with anticipation of something new.
Slowly, her hands crept beneath his pajamas, roaming greedily over the ridges of his muscles. Imagining the sculpted form beneath her palms, her cheeks flushed hotter. Her fingers drifted lower… then hesitated.
"...Oh, Charles," she sighed.
"Hmm?"
"What's it… like down there?"
"That's… hard to describe."
"Can I touch it?"
"Huh?"
"You're not gonna be stingy, are you? I let you touch me."
"Well… go ahead."
"I won't."
"Why not?"
"I don't know where." Her voice dropped to a murmur. "Show me."
"...Alright."
Charles's heart hammered against his ribs. Anno's shy demand mirrored the craving pulsing through him. He guided her hand away from his chest, lacing his fingers through hers as he led them slowly downward.
"Ngh…"
The moment Anno's palm brushed against the scorching hardness, Charles couldn't stifle a groan. She jerked her hand back like she'd been burned. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, worry threading her voice.
He forced a strained smile. "Just… don't grip too hard."
He took her hand again, letting her fingers tentatively explore the rigid length nestled beneath the fabric. Anno obeyed, curling her fingers gently around its impressive girth. Heat and solid power radiated beneath her touch—so this was what the books hinted at! Curiosity warred with shyness as her fingers traced its contours.
"Like this?" she murmured, experimentally stroking the tip.
Charles didn't answer. He dipped his head, capturing her lips instead. Anno gasped, startled, but then closed her eyes. Lips parting, she welcomed his tongue, yielding to its seeking caress. The kiss deepened, and she surrendered completely.
She hadn't fully admitted it yet, but when she'd slipped into his tent with her quilt, the decision had been made. All her earlier protests were just maidenly nerves—camouflage quickly stripped away.
Their mouths fused urgently, tongues twisting, heat spiraling through every nerve. Anno's hands abandoned their exploration, clutching his back as he claimed her completely. She knew she should stop this—that it shattered their promise—but couldn't muster the will to push him away. Instead, she kissed him back with reckless abandon, lost to the pleasure burning through her.
His touch grew bolder as she yielded. His hand slid down her back, skimming the curve of her hip until his fingers brushed the thin barrier of her panties. Without hesitation, he grasped the flimsy fabric—
Rip.
The delicate lace tore. His hand slipped beneath, cupping the swell of her bottom. The other hand moved lower still, fingers tracing the soft curls before seeking the heart of her hidden garden…
"Mmm—!" Anno tensed, breaking the kiss as his finger slipped inside her. Her body clenched instinctively, legs trying to snap shut—but pinned firmly against his thighs. Resistance was useless. The next instant, Charles found the hidden core of her sensitivity.
"Ah…" A low cry escaped her. Pleasure, wholly new and overwhelming, flooded her senses. Her eyes flew open, pupils dilated, lips parting in short, ragged breaths. She couldn't believe just his touch alone could unravel her like this.
Charles felt her readiness now—her secret garden blooming wet for him. He rolled her gently onto her back, spreading her thighs apart to cradle his waist. One hand guided his shaft to her slick entrance, the swollen head already parting her tender folds as he pressed forward.
"Ngh—!"
Anno's teeth clenched, brows knitting as he buried himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Even drenched and yearning, her untried body seized briefly at the invasion. A low groan tore from Charles's throat as he sank into her welcoming tightness. Every nerve screamed at the pressure, her inner muscles gripping him like a velvet vise—sucking, pulsing, threatening to unravel him entirely.
He forced his own hunger down, leaning closer to embrace her. "Sorry, darling."
Anno only closed her eyes again, silent, but wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter. Her expression softened slowly—the initial shock fading as her body accepted him.
Charles began to move, slow and deep at first, letting her adjust to this new fullness. But her heat, her yielding softness, was too much. His pace quickened naturally, sliding effortlessly within her drenched passage until he settled into a steady rhythm. He held back the wild urge to plunge—focusing instead on building the pleasure within her. She deserved to feel every wave, every spark.
Under his careful coaxing, Anno felt bliss build like a rising tide. The insistent friction between her thighs—filling her, stretching her—sent fresh jolts of ecstasy crashing through her body. Discomfort vanished after the first few thrusts, replaced by soaring waves of pure delight. Held in Charles's embrace, she felt weightless—floating on clouds of love that caressed her skin, melted her muscles.
"Ah—!" A cry tore from her as sensation crested. She was barely conscious when Charles unleashed his full power. Her legs locked around his waist, hips lifting instinctively to meet every powerful thrust. Her dancer's grace became a weapon of passion now—flexibility, control, raw strength merging into perfect harmony. She found the angle, the pace that made her sing.
Pure rapture flooded her heart. She felt complete.
"Charles…" His name was a sigh against his lips.
He captured it with another kiss, swallowing her gasp as she hit her peak for the very first time.
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