CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50 : ROUND 2

The air in Haruto’s living room was warm now, charged with the lingering heat of their first encounter, the faint scent of cedar mixing with the musk of their arousal. The drizzle outside pattered softly against the windows, a gentle rhythm that seemed to echo the pulse of their shared desire. Miyu sat on the edge of the low table, her skin flushed, her breasts rising and falling with each uneven breath, her pussy still glistening with a mix of her arousal and Haruto’s cum, a few drops trailing down her thigh. Haruto stood before her, his pants still pooled at his ankles, his cock softening but stirring again at the sight of her, the intimacy of the moment reigniting the fire between them.

Miyu’s eyes met his, dark and heavy with unspoken want, her lips parted slightly, still slick from their earlier kisses. She reached out, her fingers brushing his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with a slow, deliberate touch that sent a shiver through him. Haruto stepped closer, his hands finding her face, tilting her chin up as he leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met softly at first, a contrast to the earlier urgency, but it quickly deepened, tongues tangling, saliva mingling as they tasted each other again. Her moan was soft, vibrating against his lips, her hands sliding down to grip his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed together, her breasts soft against his chest.

Haruto’s hands roamed her body, fingers grazing the curve of her hips, then up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, still hard and sensitive from before. Miyu gasped into the kiss, her back arching slightly, pressing herself into his touch. The sensation of her warm, rain-damp skin under his hands reignited his arousal, his cock twitching, hardening again as it brushed against her thigh. She felt it, her hand sliding down to wrap around him, her fingers stroking slowly, coaxing him back to full hardness. The contact drew a low groan from Haruto, his lips breaking from hers to trail kisses along her jaw, down the sensitive curve of her neck, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

Miyu’s breath quickened, her moans soft but growing needier as she stroked him, her thumb circling the tip of his cock, spreading the bead of precum that formed. Haruto’s hands moved lower, fingers brushing the inside of her thighs, still slick with their earlier release. He teased the edge of her pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness, his touch light but deliberate, drawing a trembling moan from her. "Haruto," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, her legs parting slightly to invite him closer. The room felt smaller, the world outside fading to nothing but the soft patter of rain and the heat building between them, their bodies already craving more.

The living room was a cocoon of warmth, the faint cedar scent mingling with the raw, heady aroma of their shared arousal, the soft patter of drizzle outside a distant hum against the windows. Miyu’s body glowed with a faint sheen, her breasts heaving slightly as she sat on the edge of the low table, her thighs parted, her pussy still slick with the remnants of their earlier climax, a faint trail of Haruto’s cum glistening on her inner thigh. Haruto stood before her, his cock now fully hard again, pulsing with renewed desire as Miyu’s fingers lingered on him, stroking slowly, her touch firm yet teasing, coaxing a low groan from his throat.

Haruto’s hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer to the table’s edge, the wood creaking faintly under her weight. He kissed her again, deeply, their tongues entwining with a slow, hungry rhythm, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth as their lips moved together. Miyu’s moan vibrated against him, her nails grazing his back, urging him closer. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, pausing to suck gently at the sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a sharp gasp from her. His hands roamed upward, cupping her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples lightly, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Miyu’s head tilted back, a raw, trembling moan escaping her, her nipples hardening further under his touch, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her.

He knelt slightly, aligning himself, his cock brushing against her pussy, the tip grazing her swollen folds, slick with her arousal and their earlier release. Miyu’s breath hitched, her legs spreading wider, her hands gripping his shoulders as she whispered, "Please, Haruto." He obliged, pushing into her slowly, his cock sliding into her warmth, the tight, wet heat enveloping him inch by inch. Her pussy clenched around him, still sensitive from before, drawing a deep groan from Haruto as he filled her completely, his hips pressing against hers. Miyu’s moan was louder now, a needy, almost desperate sound, her fingers digging into his skin as her body adjusted to him.

Haruto began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one deep, pulling out until just the tip remained before sliding back in, the slick friction making them both shudder. Her pussy gripped him tightly, the warmth and wetness amplifying every sensation, her arousal coating his cock, making each thrust smoother, more intense. Miyu’s breasts bounced softly with each movement, her nipples brushing against his chest, the contact electric. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his lower back as she rocked against him, matching his rhythm. Her moans grew steadier, each one a soft, rhythmic cry, filling the quiet room, blending with the faint rain outside.

Haruto’s hand slid between them, his fingers finding her clit, swollen and sensitive, and he rubbed it in slow, firm circles, matching the pace of his thrusts. Miyu’s moans turned to gasps, her body trembling, her pussy pulsing around him as the pleasure built. "Haruto," she whimpered, her voice breaking, her nails scratching lightly down his back. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp cry from her. His thrusts remained slow, each one deep and purposeful, building the tension between them, their bodies moving in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—her moans, his groans, the soft creak of the table, and the distant drizzle.

Miyu’s body trembled on the edge of the low table, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, her nipples hard and glistening from Haruto’s earlier attention. Her pussy, slick with arousal and the remnants of their first round, clenched tightly around Haruto’s cock as he thrust into her, each slow, deep movement drawing a moan from her lips. The table creaked faintly under their weight, the wood warm beneath Miyu’s skin, her thighs spread wide, legs wrapped around Haruto’s waist, heels pressing into his lower back to pull him closer.

Haruto’s hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into her soft, rain-damp skin, steadying her as he moved. His cock slid in and out of her pussy, the slick, tight heat overwhelming, each thrust deliberate, savoring the way she pulsed around him. Miyu’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her voice breaking with each deep push, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving faint red trails. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, the soft curves catching the dim light, her skin flushed with pleasure. Haruto’s fingers, still circling her clit, moved faster now, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, her pussy tightening further, sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.

"Haruto," Miyu whimpered, her voice raw, her body arching as she teetered on the edge. Her eyes, dark and heavy with need, locked onto his, a silent plea for release. He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues tangling, saliva dripping as they lost themselves in each other. His thrusts deepened, still slow but more forceful, each one hitting a spot inside her that made her cry out, her moans muffled against his lips. The slick sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, mingling with the faint patter of rain outside, the world beyond the house forgotten.

Haruto’s own control was fraying, his cock throbbing inside her, the tight, wet grip of her pussy pushing him closer to the edge. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing to her neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin as he thrust harder, feeling her tremble beneath him. Miyu’s moans turned to sharp cries, her body tensing, her pussy clenching so tightly it almost hurt, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. "Haruto!" she gasped, her voice breaking as her body shuddered, her pussy pulsing around his cock, her arousal gushing, coating him further as her thighs trembled against his hips.

The intensity of her release pulled Haruto over the edge. With a low, guttural groan, he thrust one final time, deep and slow, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling inside her, hot and thick, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself, his breath ragged against her neck. Miyu’s moans softened, her body still trembling as they clung to each other, the table creaking faintly beneath them. As Haruto slowly pulled out, his cum dripped from her pussy, glistening as it slid down her inner thigh, mixing with her arousal, a slick trail against her flushed skin.

They stayed there for a moment, breathless, their bodies pressed close, Miyu’s head resting against his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. The rain’s soft patter outside was the only sound, wrapping them in a quiet intimacy, their shared release leaving them sated, the warmth of their connection lingering in the cool, cedar-scented air.