Her breath caught again as my fingertips pressed more firmly against the lace between her thighs. The heat there was incredible—like the rest of her body had been holding it in just for me.
I began moving in slow, deliberate circles, letting the thin fabric tease both of us by not giving full skin-to-skin contact yet.
Her legs quivered, and her hands clutched at my shoulders as if she needed something to anchor her to the ground.
"Ah… Sousuke-kun… that's…" Her voice trailed off into a shuddering sigh, her body tilting toward me as though every nerve was pulling her in my direction.
I slid the lace aside. The moment my fingers touched her directly, I felt it—slick, molten heat that made my own heartbeat spike dangerously. Her hips jerked instinctively, and a soft, broken moan spilled from her lips.
God, the way she reacted…
It was like every touch was amplified, every small movement from me sending a wave of sensation rippling through her.
I stroked her gently at first, watching the way her breathing hitched, the way her thighs tensed and relaxed in a rhythm she couldn't control. Her face was flushed, her eyes unfocused, lips parting around little gasps that grew louder as I kept going.
When I added a bit more pressure, her head fell forward onto my shoulder, and I could feel her breath—hot and uneven—against my neck. Her hips began to move with me now, small, desperate rolls that told me she was chasing the edge.
"Sousuke… I… I can't…" she whispered, her voice trembling like she was half-pleading, half-surrendering.
"You can," I murmured against her ear, my fingers moving faster, more intently now. "Just let go, Tomoko."
Her body tightened, her nails digging lightly into my back through my shirt. Her breathing broke into short, rapid bursts, and then—
"Ah—ahh!"
The sound escaped her in a rush as her whole frame trembled violently against me.
I held her steady, feeling the sharp shivers pass through her as she clung to me, her body pulsing with the aftershocks of release.
For a long moment, she just stayed there—limp, warm, and completely in my arms—while I stroked her back, letting her ride out the last waves.
When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were still hazy, her lips curved in the faintest, most satisfied smile I'd ever seen.
"…Sousuke-kun… you're… dangerous…" she whispered, but the way she said it was full of warmth, not warning.
Her legs were still unsteady when she tried to straighten, so I slipped an arm under her knees and another around her back. She let out a startled, breathless laugh. "Sousuke-kun…! You can't just—"
"Too late," I said, lifting her easily. "You've already been kidnapped."
Her arms instinctively circled my neck, pressing her warm body against me. I could still feel the faint tremor in her thighs, and the knowledge that I'd put it there sent a dangerous rush straight through me.
I carried her toward the bedroom, the rustle of that delicate tulle and lace whispering in my ears with every step. Her gaze never left mine—half shy, half daring—as though she knew exactly what was coming but wasn't going to stop it.
When I set her down on the bed, the fabric of her dress spread around her like a halo, the stockings framing those impossibly toned legs.
I leaned over her, bracing myself on one arm while my free hand traced slowly from her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach, and lower.
She shivered under the path of my touch, her lips parting as her breathing picked up again.
"You're staring too much," she murmured, though the faint smile tugging at her mouth told me she didn't mind at all.
"You wore this to be stared at," I replied, letting my fingers hook into one of those side strings.
Her breath caught. One slow pull, and the knot loosened—then the other.
The dress slackened instantly, the fragile construction no match for my hands. I peeled it away, revealing the full expanse of her bare skin, and my chest tightened at the sight.
Every inch of her was perfection—soft curves, smooth lines, and the faint rise and fall of her chest as she looked up at me through her lashes.
I leaned down to kiss her, but this time it wasn't rushed or desperate—it was deep, savoring, my lips moving against hers as my hands explored freely. Her body responded to every touch, arching into me, her legs brushing against my sides before wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer.
The heat between us was almost unbearable now. I slid a hand down, fingers finding her again—already warm, already ready—and her soft gasp against my mouth made my control slip another inch.
Her hips lifted into my touch, wordlessly inviting more, and I gave it—exploring, teasing, learning the exact way to make her breath hitch and her nails curl into my back.
When I finally positioned myself over her, her eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, steady even through the flush in her cheeks.
"Sousuke… don't hold back," she whispered.
The moment her words left her lips—don't hold back—something inside me snapped loose.
I lowered myself until our skin met fully, the warmth of her body washing over me in a wave that made my breath falter. Her legs tightened around my waist, holding me there as if she couldn't stand even a millimeter of distance between us.
The first push was slow, deliberate—feeling her open for me, the soft, heated resistance giving way until I was fully inside her.
Her head fell back against the pillow, a low, trembling sound spilling from her lips that I felt more than heard.
God… she was so warm, so tight, every inch of her pulling me deeper, drawing me in until I forgot where my body ended and hers began.
"Ah—Sousuke…" she gasped, her fingers clutching at my shoulders.
I stayed still for a moment, letting us both feel it—feel everything—before I began to move.
Slow at first, just enough to make her breathing catch, my hips rolling into hers in a steady rhythm. Each thrust drew a different sound from her—soft, breathy moans, the occasional sharp gasp when I hit that spot inside her that made her legs tense even tighter around me.
Her hands slid into my hair, pulling me down for another kiss. It was messy, hungry, our lips parting and meeting again between breaths.
The heat between us built quickly, every movement feeding into the next, until my pace grew faster, harder, driven by the way her body was clinging to mine.
The headboard began to thud lightly with our rhythm, the sound mixing with the rustle of sheets and her voice breaking around my name.
"Ah… Sousuke—there… there…!" she cried, her hips rising to meet mine with a desperate urgency.
I angled my hips slightly, and her reaction was instant—her back arching, a shiver running through her as her nails dug into my skin. The sensation of her tightening around me was almost too much, the pressure building in my own body with every thrust.
Her breathing turned ragged, her voice higher now, trembling with each sound.
"I'm—ah—I'm going to—!" she gasped.
"Then come with me," I growled against her ear, my pace quickening until the heat in my own body was seconds from spilling over.
Her climax hit first—her body locking around me, pulling me in as a cry tore from her throat. The pulsing heat and the way she shook beneath me sent me straight over the edge, and I groaned her name as I pushed deep, losing myself completely in the moment.
For a while, there was nothing but the sound of our breathing, the faint tremors still running through her legs, and the heavy thud of my heartbeat in my ears.
When I finally pulled back enough to see her face, her cheeks were still flushed, her hair sticking to her skin in loose strands. She smiled faintly—soft, satisfied, and utterly dangerous.
"…Recovery gift… complete," she whispered, her voice still breathless.
I couldn't help it—I laughed, leaning down to kiss her again. If this was her idea of a gift… I'd better get sick more often.