Only a Kiss
"Why..."
She had just opened her mouth to ask Dou why the sofa and not the bed.
"The height difference is a lot, and you looked uncomfortable. Tonight we're only kissing. Just kissing."
He rushed it out like a man already caught, an excuse tumbling ahead of the accusation.
"What? No—!"
Why? What kind of rule is that? If a man puts his mouth on you, the least he can do is take his cock out!
The argument she meant to fling at him was swallowed straight into his mouth. He'd worked her up like this and now he wanted nothing but kisses? She wanted to tell him she wasn't leaving until they had sex, but his lips were too soft and too hot, and her anger melted clean away.
Kiss first. We can talk after.
Jian met the mouth that came at her far more eagerly than before, tangling her tongue with his in a wet, messy knot.
"Haaah..."
Maybe it was how hot his tongue was, how the rough little bumps dragged. Everywhere it touched, Jian's toes curled tight.
I'm actually going to soak through from kissing alone.
She clenched her aching, ticklish cunt, then twisted, working the tension through her thighs. She was already so wet that every shift slicked against itself, unmistakable even to her.
Ah. He really is only kissing.
They sat facing each other, and the hands on her waist and the nape of her neck never once drifted lower or higher.
Is he trying to drive me crazy again? The Innocent Virgin Concept is really something.
"Mmm."
With her mouth taken she couldn't even ask him to touch her, so she caught his hand herself and pushed it up under her shirt.
"...!"
He startled and pulled his lips away, and Jian used the opening to look at him and plead.
"Can't you just touch me now? I can't take it anymore."
When she begged with that strained face, Dou's eyes wavered.
"Are you sure that's all right?"
The low, sunken voice raked straight through her chest. For a moment she felt like some fragile, proper heroine out of a drama.
Look at this talent for turning a woman into the lead. Then I ought to play along.
"It's embarrassing, but if it's you, oppa, I think it's fine."
She answered primly, then hauled her shirt and bra up over her breasts in one bold lift.
"Ah."
Startled, Dou flushed and turned his face aside. His chest rose and fell hard, like a man who was angry.
...Are they too small? I thought they were decent enough.
Jian glanced down at her own chest, then followed the direction he'd turned with a bitter little shift of her eyes.
Should've drunk more milk.
Regret trailed her gaze sideways until it caught on Dou's thigh—or, more precisely, on the place above it that bulged as if he'd stuffed a water bottle down there.
"Then maybe I should touch first..."
The moment her hand reached down, her body was lifted again.
"Ah!"
He scooped her up in a hurry, strode into the bedroom, and set her down with a soft thump on the wide bed. It was enormous—easily room enough for five adults to lie down.
Is this in case he takes several people at once?
She was still marveling when Dou climbed over her and yanked his shirt off.
"Wow..."
She'd felt it through his clothes, but bare he was even more awe-inspiring. He wasn't a swimmer. How was a body allowed to look like that? Not the forced, lumpy kind of muscle—lean, lived-in muscle, built over a long time with no spare flesh on it.
"Your body is really beautiful, oppa."
"...Is it."
The answer was flat, but his ears had gone red, and Jian swallowed a mouthful of hunger.
I want to lick those ears.
Her breath had already gone rough when she reached up to pull his face down—and whether he mistook it for a plea to be held or not, Dou lowered himself. Bare chest met bare chest. Jian was busy marveling at the hard, hot heat coming through his skin. Dou, halfway to a kiss, flinched.
...They really are too small, aren't they.
While she was reading his face, his mouth drove back into hers. Nothing like the careful start. He pushed his tongue in like a man who couldn't hold back, all the way to the root, and sucked hers hard.
"Hnn—"
His hands stopped hesitating too. A big palm filled itself with her breast and kneaded, then flicked the stiff pink nipple with a fingertip.
"Haah!"
The sharp touch on already oversensitive flesh made her whole body shiver. Dou didn't seem to mind the reaction. If anything, he got rougher.
"Ahh—!"
He sucked her mouth like he meant to devour it, filled both hands with her breasts, and rubbed the nipples mercilessly with his thumbs. Even that wasn't enough. He dropped his head and started sucking one nipple, then the other, wet and greedy.
"Ha. They're so small it's maddening."
She flinched.
I can't believe he'd say it that bluntly. Her face fell, and she was about to shove him off—when he opened wide as if he meant to take the whole breast into his mouth, sealed his lips around it, and sucked until the wet sound was obscene. And every time, as if soothing a hurt he might have caused, he put his tongue out and lapped at the reddened marks and the nipple.
"Haa, that tickles too much—hnn! Mmm, oppa... ahh!"
Every pass of his tongue made her feel like she was going to lose her mind. It stung and tickled at once; goosebumps rose, and then her lower belly pulled tight with a deep ache.
Dou really was a man built to ruin people. When he sucked mindlessly at her chest he was almost boyishly cute, and then he'd meet her eyes, put out that red tongue, and lick her nipple, and her heart would drop so hard it was unfair.
A twitch.
Each time, a fresh rush of wetness spilled below. It was already bliss, but Jian needed something bigger. She was desperate for something that would pound into her restless cunt. Yes—something exactly like the big cock hanging between his legs.
He was still bracing on his arms, struggling not to let his lower body meet hers, and now she was properly annoyed.
Not even grinding through his pants? How much longer am I supposed to wait? Isn't it usually the man who can't hold out once he gets worked up?
"..."
Frustration slowly grew a seed of suspicion in her chest. Then her eyes caught the bra that had lost its purpose and fallen beside the bed—a white one with very thick padding, the kind that made an A cup look like a C.
Surely that size isn't padding too? He's not hiding it because it's small, is he?
Huh. That actually makes sense.
Jian looked from her chest to his thigh and back, then shot her hand out.
...Huh?
This really isn't padding?
The moment she closed her hand around the bulge, the stone-hard feel of it left her dumbstruck. Hard was one thing. It was also far too big. She hadn't properly understood just by looking—it wouldn't even fit in one hand.
This size doesn't make sense. She couldn't believe it no matter how she looked, and she was fumbling and squeezing at his cock when—
"Jian."
Dou had already lifted his mouth from her chest. He smiled down at her, bright and easy.
"Y-yes?"
It was a pretty smile, and somehow that made it terrifying.
"What do you think you're doing?"
One look at those sharp eyes and she was sure. The disappointment in them was no small thing.
Ah. So that's why he looked at my chest...
A rush of fellow feeling hit her.
"Oppa, this is padding, right?"
"...What?"