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Extra 4
"...Welcome home, Peter."
"Mm, I'm home... I made sure to buy the—"
The moment I closed the front door behind me, Michelle hugged me head-on.
Her attire was... just a shirt. And panties underneath.
She greeted me dressed like that, showing so much skin.
Our lips met. She tried to slip her tongue in—
"W-wait, hold on!"
I forced her off me. ...Doing it in the entranceway just didn't feel right.
That's what I thought, but... Michelle seemed to realize it too, her face flushing red.
"...S-sorry, Peter."
"Don't worry about it. Yeah, it's fine..."
She squirmed shyly. Whether from sweat or something else, her skin glistened slightly. Her underwear was... soaked.
...I don't think I can hold back anymore.
Seeing her like that, I was reaching my limit too.
"...Michelle."
I had intended to wait until after a shower to 'do it.' But—
"Let's go to the bed."
I just can't hold back anymore.
Polynesian Sex, Day Five.
The moment I'd been waiting for.
Finally, I'll... connect with her.
Facing each other, we bared our bodies—familiar by now, yet still lust-inducing.
Everything was ready.
Michelle's privates were wet. My crotch was erect.
But...
"Day Five... starts with... foreplay first."
Michelle said that, lowering her gaze slightly. I wanted to throw this rule away and take her right now... but these five days were what Michelle wished for. Since it's the last day... I didn't want to suddenly break it now.
"Michelle, I'm going to touch you."
"Mhm... please do."
I touched Michelle's chest.
"Nn... ahh..."
It felt incredibly hot. Probably because she's excited.
Touching, stroking... I buried my hand in them, enough to change their shape.
"...!"
Hearing her faint moan, I instinctively pulled my hand back.
"S-sorry, did that hurt?"
When I asked, she nodded slightly.
"Just a little... but, I might want you to squeeze harder."
Hearing that, I hugged her from behind. I touched her chest again, confirming the sensation.
"Nn, ahh, Peter... m-my chest wasn't really an erogenous zone for me, but now... it feels... really good."
Her words turned me on even more. My erect penis touched near her tailbone.
"Nn... shouldn't I... be doing something for you, Peter?"
Her words broke off each time I touched her firmly. I smiled at her.
"Just touching Michelle is... enough for me."
From behind, I gripped her chest with both hands. As she wished, I squeezed firmly.
"......"
It felt like my hands were sinking into soft, pure white cushions.
I flicked the tips, the hardened peaks... They'd gotten so stiff. That must mean it feels really good for her.
"Aah... ahh..."
Her lewd moans made me even harder. Combined with the abstinence, my penis was reaching its limit... no, surpassing it.
"Peter, down there too... can you make it... easier to enter?"
"O-okay."
I thought she was already plenty wet, but... if she wants me to touch her, I will. I want to make her feel good... just the way she wants.
I stroked her privates with my index finger. As I caressed her labia... my finger grew wet.
"...You're so wet."
When I murmured that softly, Michelle looked at me.
"...Inside too, please."
"Yeah..."
...Holding my breath, I slipped my middle finger... inside.
It squeezed me tightly. Even with just one finger, the pressure was incredible.
"Peteer..."
Don't make that sound—so lonely, so pleading. With my palm facing up, I traced the inside of her lower abdomen.
Feeling that clinging sensation, I slowly pushed inward.
"Peter... a little more... deeper..."
"...Yeah."
Guided by her... I bent the second knuckle of my middle finger inside.
The moment I pressed in, squish—
Her body trembled slightly.
"R-right there... there, it feels... so good."
...This must be her sweet spot. I stroked it gently, slowly.
"Ah... ah, ahh..."
Letting out soft, sweet moans, Michelle narrowed her eyes. ...She must be focusing on that pleasurable sensation.
Her love juices were dampening the sheets.
Stroking, tracing... pressing.
"Y-yes... that's... so good..."
It seemed she liked the pressure. I pressed my finger a bit more firmly—
"H-Hngg..."
Michelle let out a small gasp.
...I want to make her feel even better.
Using the fingers of one hand to press inside, my other hand gently... touches her clitoris.
"A-, P-Peter... that, right there..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Y-yes... but more—"
While pressing against her G-spot, I stroked her clitoris with my thumb.
"N-no...!"
Her body jerked visibly.
I stopped the hand that was caressing her.
"A-are you okay? Michelle..."
"Wai-, wait... Peter... this—"
She pushed her hips upward, pressing herself against my fingers.
...Does that mean she wants more?
Timidly, I stroked with my thumb—
"T-too good... wai—"
Her hip movement happened to coincide with it, crushing her clitoris. My middle finger also... touched and rubbed against her G-spot.
"Aah, nooo...!"
Michelle gripped the sheets tightly... gritting her teeth... yet she still let out a moan.
...She was crying.
Flustered, I stopped caressing her and pulled my fingers out.
"S-sorry... Michelle, I—"
"I-, it's okay... Peter, it was... really good..."
Her breathing was so rough she seemed on the verge of suffocation... drool trickled from the corner of her mouth.
She must have enjoyed it.
But it's a fact that I got carried away and disregarded her feelings.
I was thinking I must reflect on this—
"But, cumming... I want to do it... while connected with Peter."
Looking up at me with pleading eyes, breathing heavily... saying something like that, I just... couldn't hold back anymore.
I gently held her close and put a condom on myself.
Facing each other, holding each other close—
"I'm going to put it in."
"...Mhm, please... hurry..."
Inserting, slowly.
Facing each other, holding each other close, slowly, slowly... as if confirming our love.
"Hng... nn, ku..."
"Ugha... amazing..."
I could feel her in more detail than I ever had before. Even through the rubber, I could feel her insides.
Slowly, going deeper, deeper inside.
"Nn, nnn, uhh, ahh..."
"Haa... haa..."
She moaned, I breathed heavily... I was fully inside. And then...
A shiver of pleasure ran through me.
"Ugh..."
A light climax, without ejaculation. A sensation like my spine tightening.
At the same time, Michelle gave a small jump.
...Did she cum too?
As I wondered that, she turned her face to me with dazed eyes.
"P-Peter... I've been... cumming since earlier... but I can't... finish..."
"Me too..."
"Nn, even now... I'm... still cumming... uhh, so..."
A lingering, gentle climax repeated over and over. Michelle seemed to be repeating it many times too, making me strongly aware that we were connected.
Heart and body, right now... we are becoming one.
"Fuh... fuu..."
Each time I came, Michelle held me tightly... and I held her back. Just by holding her, I could tell the moment she climaxed... from the trembling of her body.
I grinded my hips against her, enjoying the sensation.
Long, deep, minute climaxes... over, and over, and over, and over again...
Trembling against each other, sweating... we held each other close, still connected.
5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes... and my penis showed no sign of weakening.
I'm happy.
Just holding the person I love makes me happy... but this sexual pleasure also strengthens that happiness.
For a while, we held each other without exchanging words.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed... and we were still holding each other, still connected.
...Growing accustomed to the dry climaxes without ejaculation... I let out a deep breath.
And then, I met Michelle's gaze.
...
I pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs with my hands while still inside.
Without a word, as if we had agreed on it... we were about to make our lovemaking more intense. Pressing my hips against her, I kissed her.
Our tongues intertwined, clashing with feelings of love. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I adore you.
Pouring my emotions into it, I kissed her over and over... and I began to move my hips.
Squelch, squelch — lewd, wet sounds echoed.
"Ah, ahh! Ah, Peter!"
Even though she usually tries so hard to suppress her voice... now, she's not holding back her moans. The feelings she had been holding back burst forth, and I pistoned into her frantically.
"I love you, Michelle... I love you, I adore you!"
Voicing my affection, I take her. It's different from usual—self-centered sex where I'm not putting her first. But even so, Michelle... also seems to be feeling good.
"I, I do too! I love, love! Love you!"
My hands grip her hips, driving into her over and over. I pour my raw passion into her.
Moans spill out, we whisper our love to each other, and release our base desires.
I've never seen her this disheveled before. I'm sure Michelle thinks the same about me.
Smack! Smack! Loud, rhythmic sounds echo through the room, like we're being struck.
"Peter, I'm coming! I'm gonna come! I'm coming!"
"I'm also... at my limit..."
"Together, let's come together...!"
Michelle grabs my hand. Our fingers intertwine as she leans over me.
Like this... move, faster—
"Ah, ahhh...!"
With a gasp, I climax.
At the same time, Michelle also—
"Ugh, aahhh, ahhh...!"
With a loud, animalistic moan... she sprays forth from her privates like a broken faucet.
I pull my penis from her vagina... and remove the condom.
...It's still completely hard. Has my dick gone completely crazy?
Thinking this, I open a new condom... and put it on.
...Crap. I should have checked with Michelle first before putting it—
Michelle was lying on her back... waiting, using her fingers to part her labia. Her privates were quivering slightly.
"Peter, hurry, hurry...!"
"I know..."
I enter her vagina again. Not slowly like last time. From the very start, I push in deeply and vigorously.
"Hyah, ah...!"
"Moving now..."
"Mmh... move, a lot...!"
I thrust my hips against her over and over. Even though I don't mean to be so rough, my hips move on their own. Sweat and love juices mix together.
"Ah! Ah...! Ah! Ah!"
Michelle doesn't hold back her moans at all. She seems to be feeling incredibly good, which makes me happy.
Just as I think that—
"Peterrr...! Nngh, I'm sorry...! Ah, ah!"
She apologizes.
"I'm so...! So lewd...! Don't be disillusioned with me...!"
I smile softly, hold her close, and kiss her.
"Peeeter..."
"It's okay, it actually makes me really happy."
Hearing that, Michelle smiles happily... and starts focusing on sex again.
"It's, all the way deep...! It reaches, it feels... so good...!"
We change positions, and I take her again, and again, and again. We join, copulate, and melt into a muddy mess.
"It's coming, the big one...! I'm coming, I'm gonna come...!"
Deep climaxes and shallow peaks come in waves.
"Peter, more, be rougher...! Mess me up completely...!"
We couldn't think about anything else anymore.
We just thought about taking the lover before us. That was all that was on our minds.
"I'm coming! I'm coming now! Wait! Peter!"
The sound of the bed creaking echoes through the room.
"Ahhh, ngh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Strongly, roughly... but also gently, filled with love.
Taking and being taken... we repeat.
"This is, amaz... I'm coming...! Uuunh, uuuh...!"
Before we knew it... the box of condoms was empty. We were drenched in sweat, naked... and fell asleep as if we'd passed out.
Our hands still joined, holding each other close—
A few days later, a notice was posted on the apartment bulletin board.
"Quiet Hours Enforced After Dark!"
Our faces flushed bright red with shame, and we reflected deeply on our actions.
And so, we resolved to save up our money and buy a standalone house.
Author's Note
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