She was still on my lap, still wrapped snug and wet around me, when she finally pulled back. Her breathing was shallow, lips slightly parted, eyes heavy-lidded — but there was that wicked curl to her mouth that made my stomach tighten.
"…We're not done yet."
The words hit like a spark on dry tinder. My body reacted before my mind caught up. "Tomoko—"
"Outside."
Her tone was velvet over steel, soft enough to make you lean in, sharp enough to cut if you didn't obey.
I barely had time to process the thought before she was sliding off me. The sudden absence made me hiss — the loss of her warmth was almost painful — but then she was already on her feet, skirt hanging crooked over her thighs, reaching for my wrist.
The grip was firm, urgent. "Come on."
She dragged me toward the sliding glass door. The metal handle was cold under her hand, and when she shoved it open, the night air spilled in like a wave. Cool. Crisp. Carrying the faint scent of damp grass and something sweet from the neighbor's garden.
Stepping outside was like plunging into another world. The living room's soft light gave way to the silver-blue wash of moonlight. Shadows of tree branches spilled across the yard, swaying faintly in the breeze. Crickets sang in the dark, and somewhere in the distance, a dog barked once before the quiet swallowed it again.
She didn't let me stop to take it in. Her bare feet padded across the deck, mine following, until we stepped down into the garden.
The air was cool against my overheated skin, enough to make the hair on my arms lift. Every breath felt cleaner, sharper. My pulse was still pounding from what we'd just done, but now it was spiking again for a different reason entirely.
She stopped when we reached the low wooden fence that edged the yard. Moonlight caught in her hair, picking out the disheveled strands that had escaped during our earlier… activities. Her blouse hung half-open, gaping just enough to show the soft line of her cleavage and the faint sheen of sweat on her chest.
She tilted her head, eyes locking on mine. "Ever done it under the stars, Sousuke-kun?"
"…No."
"Good."
The single word was loaded — not just with promise, but with intent.
Her palm pressed to my chest, slowly, deliberately, and she pushed. Step by step, she moved me backward until my lower back hit the fence. The wood was cool and faintly rough through my shirt.
Her other hand was already moving. A slow, teasing slide down my stomach to my waistband. Fingers hooking inside. Tug. My pants loosened. The night air slipped inside, wrapping around skin still hot from before.
She didn't rush — not yet. Her eyes flicked down to where she was working, then back up to my face, as if gauging every twitch of reaction.
I was already hardening again. The sight of her in this light — blouse open, skirt brushing against her thighs, hair wild and eyes glittering — was enough to undo any recovery time I might've needed.
She stepped closer. Close enough that the edge of her skirt brushed my hips. The faint heat radiating from between her thighs was a sharp, taunting contrast to the cool night.
Her fingertips ghosted along my length through the fabric, just enough pressure to make me strain against it. "Still ready for me," she murmured, almost to herself.
I swallowed hard. "Tomoko—"
Her smirk deepened. "Patience."
Her skirt went up in a slow, unhurried lift. She hooked her panties to the side, the motion casual but precise, revealing the damp proof of what we'd been doing moments ago.
She didn't sink down right away. Instead, she stepped between my legs, one knee pressing between mine, her body swaying faintly as she dragged herself along my length without letting me inside. The friction was maddening — hot and slick over the head, but never enough to push in.
"Do you feel how wet you made me?" she asked softly, voice dripping heat.
I could barely nod. Every slow grind was torture, my hands clenching into the fence behind me just to keep from grabbing her.
She leaned in, her lips grazing my ear. "I could make you wait all night like this."
And for a moment, I thought she might actually do it.
Then, with no warning, she shifted her hips and sank down in one decisive motion.
The contrast was instant and overwhelming. Cool night air brushing my skin, and inside her — molten, wet, gripping me so tightly I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning loud enough to wake the block.
Her nails scraped lightly down my chest, and then she started moving. Not the slow build I was expecting — no, she set a steady, deliberate pace from the start, her body snapping down against mine in sharp, measured thrusts that made the fence creak.
Each bounce pulled a soft gasp from her, her breath misting in the cool air. Her breasts moved freely with every impact, catching stray moonlight like pale flashes in the dark.
"Mnh—ah—Sousuke—" She bit her lip, hips rolling harder. "—don't just stand there—fuck me back—"
That broke the last thread of restraint I had. My hands shot to her hips, gripping tight, and I drove up into her in a rough, matching rhythm.
The night around us felt sharper somehow — the sounds of skin meeting skin, her soft cries, the wooden boards complaining under our weight — all of it seemed amplified by the open air.
She tipped her head back, throat bared to the moon, hair spilling in a dark wave. For a moment she looked untouchable, some dangerous goddess using me to slake her own hunger.
Then she leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear. "Sousuke… fill me again out here… I want to feel it drip down my thighs while the night air hits it…"
I didn't stand a chance after that. My hips snapped faster, harder, chasing the sharp pulse building between us.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her voice breaking into louder moans, the fence rattling with every slam. "Ah—ah—yes—yes—don't stop—!"
I could feel her tightening, the fluttering squeeze of her walls dragging me closer to the edge. She broke with a sharp cry, her release flooding hot around me, her body jerking as she clung to me.
That was it. I thrust into her one final time, spilling deep inside, the heat of it making her gasp against my neck.
We stayed like that for a long moment, our breaths misting in the night air, the cool breeze licking over sweat-damp skin.
Finally, she pulled back, still smirking despite the faint tremble in her thighs. "Mmm… backyard sex," she murmured, her voice almost lazy. "Definitely keeping that on the menu."