he shifted, his thighs parting yours as he positioned himself. there was no condom, no barrier—just the raw, electric heat of skin on skin.

you felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaking wet slit, teasing the opening with a slow pressure, making you arch your back instinctively, craving the fullness.

with a steady push, yuma slid inside you. he entered you inch by inch, painfully slowly, the friction intense and searing. you gasped, fingers gripping the sheets as he filled you completely, his thick shaft stretching your walls to their limit.

he paused once he was buried deep, letting you adjust to the sensation of him raw inside you.

“you feel so good, lovie… so tight for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

he began to move, but there was no urgency, only a deep, languid rhythm. he pulled back slowly, almost sliding all the way out, before pushing back in with a soft, wet thud. each stroke was calculated to maximize the friction, the slow pace making every nerve ending in your pussy scream with pleasure.

the sound of his skin slapping against your ass was a rhythmic, hypnotic beat. yuma kept his body pressed tight against yours, his hands sliding forward to grip your hips, anchoring you as he drove into you. he wasn’t trying to break you—at least not now—he was savoring you, treating the act like a slow dance.

“just relax for me,” he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. “just feel me… feel how much i want you, lovie.”

you let out a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built up in slow, rolling waves. the feeling of his cock sliding through your heat, the raw contact of his balls hitting your backside, and the softness of his whispers created a cocoon of intimacy.

yuma’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your skin as he shifted his angle. he began to grind his pelvis against you, rotating his hips to ensure his thick shaft rubbed against every sensitive rigde of your pussy.

the friction was intoxicating, a slow-burn heat that made your breath hitch in short, shallow gasps.

you reached your arm back to pull your boyfriend for a kiss that was equally slow and deep. his tongue tangled around yours in a dizzying rhythm that made your eyes roll back to your skull paired with his hips movements.

“can feel you pulsing around me,” he breathed against your lips, his voice barely a whisper, yet it sounded like a roar in the silence of the room.

he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver.

he slowed his pace even further, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside you, teasing the entrance before plunging back in with a heavy, wet slide. the raw contact was overwhelming—you could feel the vein of his cock throbbing against your walls, matching the frantic beat of your own heart.

you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling to the side as you pressed your cheek further into the pillow. the pleasure was thick and syrupy, dragging you deeper into a state of blissful surrender.

yuma responded to your sound by biting softly on your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a spark of electricity through your nerves.

“that’s it, lovie… come for you yuu,” he murmured, voice thick with his own growing need.

he began to pick up the pace, not with aggression, but with a relentless momentum. the soft thuds of his ball hitting your ass became more frequent, the sound echoing the rhythmic drive of his cock sliding deep into your heat.

yuma was no longer savoring you, he was chasing his orgasm, his breath becoming ragged and hot against your ear.

you arched your back, pushing your ass back against him, desperate for more of that raw, filling pleasure. every thrust felt like it was reaching deeper than the last, his cock stretching you wide and filling every available inch of your aching pussy. the tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, a knot of pleasure that was second away from snapping.

and when it finally snapped, the pleasure peaked into a blinding white light that radiated from where yuma was buried deep inside you.

your internal muscles clamped down hard, pulsing in rhythmic, desperate waves around his thick shaft. a loud, broken moan escaped you, your fingers clutching the bedsheets as your entire body shuddered under the force of a crashing orgasm. you felt every single throb of your pussy gripping him, the raw friction sending sparks of electricity through your spine.

yuma let out a low, guttural growl, his own composure finally shattering. the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly was the final trigger. he surged forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his pelvis slamming hard against your ass as he stiffened.

he groaned your name, a deep, shaking sound, as he began to cum. you could feel the hot, thick jets of his seed erupting deep inside you, fillinf your womb with wave after wave of searing heat.

yuma didn’t pull away. instead, he collapsed onto your back, his heavy chest pressing you further into the mattress, his heart hammering wildly against your shoulder blades.

he stayed buried deep within you, the two of you twitching in the aftershocks of the climax, the silence of the room returning, filled only by the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing.

slowly, yuma shifted, sliding his head up to press a lingering, tender kiss to the nape of your neck. his lips were soft, his breath warm and smelling of sleep and intimacy.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice a raspy, affectionate murmur that vibrated against your skin. “i love how you feel, lovie… could stay here forever.”

you turned you head slightly, your voice small and breathy, still hazy from the pleasure. “yuu… don’t move, please.”

he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. he began to pepper tiny, sweet kisses across your shoulder and the curve of your cheek, his touch light and adoring.

“promise i’m not going anywhere, pretty,” he breathed, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you even closer, keeping your bodies fused together.

he continued to whisper sweet, mindless things—promises of a future, praises of your beauty, declaring his undying love—while he slowly began to withdraw, the wet, sliding sound of his cock leaving your pussy marking the end of the act, though he kept you wrapped in his arms, cocooned in the warmth of the duvet and his pretty girlfriend.