I sigh as my boyfriend speeds up the bike. The wind rushes past my face, cool against my skin, but it does little to calm the heat building inside me. Don't get me wrong I love riding his bike with him but I miss riding something else.

Of course, I love those sweet moments with him. But I missed being intimate so badly. It hasn't even been that much time but every time I would see him it would be with his friends. I would wait for him all day and see fucking Sugishita by his side

Anything would turn me on—from the way he leans forward on the bike to how his hands move so gently when he gardens.
I was desperate. I mean come on, look at him.
But I finally managed to get him alone, thanks to Hiiragi.

We stop in an isolated spot, surrounded only by silence, Umemiya, and me. The place is stunning, the kind of quiet sanctuary I'd normally marvel at, but right now, all I care about is him.
He starts to talk to me but I can't understand one word that he's saying. His voice is low and warm, but my mind is too foggy with want to make sense of it. Every move he makes, every little thing he does, makes my legs tremble.

"Y/n ?" "Um yeah sorry. Tell me." "Um, he says clearing his throat, I know we haven't seen each other all alone for quite some time so I wanted to apologize." I swear, god sent me an angel as a boyfriend "Please don't apologize it's nothing, but I did miss you, a lot." "Yeah?" he says with a small smirk "Yeah, but like really missed you." "Could I try to make it up to you?" "What do you have in mind ?" "Some things. Can I show you?" "Please. Show me." I say nodding

A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I lift my skirt slightly. The fabric feels light against my fingertips, and the teasing motion sends a jolt of anticipation through me.

I lean back on my arms on his bike's seat, my thighs parting achingly slowly. Really slowly.
I love to tease this man.

He looks at me, sitting back on the bike facing me. He leans his back on the handlebars and pulls my thighs closer to him. His hands are firm but gentle, leaving a trail of heat where they touch. His eyes roam over me, drinking me in.

He lifts my skirt higher and traces the fabric of my panties. "Navy blue?" "Your favorite ?" "You know that."

I feel his fingers touch me. Love it.
He slides my panties aside, I've been waiting for so long. Finally, he gently presses his fingers on my clit and locks his gaze with mine.

The moment his fingers make contact, a shiver runs through me, my body arching instinctively into his touch. He strokes my clitoris with his two fingers making me shiver.

I mean, I was using my fingers for this whole month but his are just, better. The size difference of our hands is big.
I let out a loud moan and threw my head back. He looks at me intrigued. "You've been this frustrated?" "You can't even imagine." "I think I can baby." He replies as I see his dick straining against his pants.

He inserts two fingers and I feel my smile widen.
His breath hitches slightly as his fingers work their magic, the subtle tremor in his hand betraying how much he's holding himself back.

My body arches toward him, desperate for more contact, my skin humming under his touch as his fingers curl inside me just right.

I grab onto his jacket, pulling him closer, feeling his steady strength against my trembling body.

He laughs and effortlessly slides my top off. The cool air brushes against my skin, but his gaze makes me feel anything but cold.

I'm left standing in just my bra and a skirt revealing all of my panties. His fingers still inside me and a fully-dressed boyfriend with a chuckle on his face.

"Not, fuck, fair... take something off." I say moaning "After." I glare at him through half-lidded eyes, but the way he curves his fingers wipes the protest from my lips. I try to respond but he quickens the pace so my only response is my back arching and my long nails making small holes in his neck

I tug at his jacket, my frustration evident, but he only smiles, clearly enjoying the power he has over me.

"Fuck, yeah... orh fuck" The words tumble from my lips without thought, my body completely at his mercy.

Every time his fingers move, it feels like electricity courses through my veins, making me lose myself completely in the moment.

He leans in even closer, his breath warm against my ear, whispering, "You're so perfect like this." His voice alone sends shivers down my spine. His eyes stay locked on me, dark and full of hunger, as if he's savoring every reaction I give him. My fingers trail along his jawline, pulling him closer, desperate to feel his lips on mine.

He kisses me while starting to make circles on my clit with his thumb, still fingering me, definitely in ecstasy. I wasn't sure if it was love or lust driving me mad, but it didn't really matter. It was amazing.

His smirk widened as he saw the way my body responded to him, completely under his control.
He presses his forehead against mine, his voice low and gravelly as he murmurs, "I love seeing you like this—so undone just for me."

I bite my lip hard and my body clenched.
Fuck I missed that.
He quickens the pace and my thighs start closing on their own. "Keep'em open for me."

I part my thighs for him. "You're beautiful." His voice is low, and for a moment, I feel like I'm the center of his universe. I can't respond with anything other than another moan.

His fingers work in sync with his breath, each stroke, and whisper pulling me closer to the edge. My body feels alive, every nerve ending hyperaware of his touch.

"Close, fuck- I'm close" "Cum on my fingers."
I don't say anything and release onto his fingers, not holding back.

"Fuck." I say catching my breath. My body is trembling, and the aftershocks of pleasure leave me dazed. "You can't imagine what you do to me." "I don't but I know the effect you have on me." I stare at him with a jerky breath. I straighten up and bring my face closer to his. "And what effect do I have on you?" "Let me demonstrate. Turn around."

He doesn't say anything else so I turn around and he presses my back on his chest.

"Bend over and put your hair in a ponytail." he says as he initiates me pushing my neck and pressing my chest on the seat.

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