Unrequited

Ch. 3 - One Night

Nanami's lips against yours were soft this time, no feeling to rush or force anything. His hands, gently flat against your exposed back were warm. Your own hands rested on his shoulders as you straddled him, his head tilted upward to meet you.
Your hands slowly trailed up the sides of his neck until you were cupping his sharp jaw. Your mind quickly went to how soft his hair was, a few low strands grazing your fingertips as it had fallen in his face.
His hands also started to come up, gliding against your sides until they met your breasts, softly massaging your nipples until they were erect. The sensitivity causing what was between your legs to twitch intensely, anxiously waiting for insertion of any kind.

"You've really never done this before?" You pulled away from him for a moment, his hands freezing on your chest. He slowly shook his head. "I wouldn't think that at all if you hadn't told me," you giggled, your hands moving to push his jacket over his shoulders - his hands leaving you for a second to toss the jacket to the side and tear his t-shirt over his head.
"Wow..." you whispered at the sight of his tight abdomen. He was perfectly sculpted, something you didn't expect from someone like him.

"Everything okay?" He asked, leaning forward a bit to try and capture your attention. His hands had moved back to holding up his torso, palms flat on the mattress. His long bangs nearly covered one of his eyes, the gaze he gave you making you tremble.

"Y-yeah, let's keep going," you nodded, blushing at the shirtless figure in front of you.

This time your hands fell to his belt. You swore his body started to lightly shake as you fumbled with it. His eyes watched you unfold the mechanism carefully, looking up at you for brief reassurance but you were too busy yanking the leather from the loops of his jeans. Your eyes were fixated on the bulge that was very evident through his skinny-fit uniform pants. You then began to mess with the button and zipper before his hands grabbed yours.
You gasped at his sudden aggressive touch but somehow found yourself flipped onto your stomach, your chest pressed into the mattress with Kento standing behind you. He had your hands locked in one of his own behind his back. His hips were slowly pushing against your ass so you could properly feel the stiff rod that extended to your thigh. You chuckled lowly at your new position, still amazed at how well he was doing for a first timer. You almost didn't believe him.

Instead of plowing into you like you had figured he'd do from your own experience, he instead fell to his knees, hands gripping the waistband of your leggings and pulling them to the floor - your panties going along with them. You felt heat rise to your face when you realized you were now fully exposed in front of someone you just met a few hours ago.
His hands then firmly grabbed your cheeks and he dove face first to your already wet core. His tongue was warm against the cool air that you were exposed to, the flat of it pressed against your folds. Your hands firmly gripped your sheets as you felt two of his fingers join in, curling and scissoring through your center.
Your body fought the desire to cry out, but it was just too much. You let out the loud cry without any sort of ability to contain it, hoping that the loud music was enough to drown out any noises. He made your toes curl against the floor with the talent he was displaying. You tried to keep yourself open to receive more, but the feeling was just so intense, you found your thighs trying to snap shut, knees growing weak.

"God..." you gasped, spitting out the part of your sheet you had used to slightly gag yourself, "please just stick it in me, Nanami!" It almost scared you how desperate you were.
Begging had just made him harder. It wasn't just what you said, it was also the wavering of your silky voice that got to him.

He came to a stand and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before they fell to his button, undoing his pants with ease and working to get the tight pant-legs off of his ankles, taking his socks with them. You glanced back briefly to see him positioning his length with shaky hands at your entrance. You turned your head away from him again and closed your eyes, bracing for impact.
Instead of what you were used to, Kento slowly slid himself into you. Both of your bodies tensing from the new feeling, yours from getting filled and his just an all around new experience.