Kawashita pushed my panty aside, and I slowly lowered myself onto him. I felt his hardness fill me up to the brim as I let out a sigh followed by a loud moan. It was amazing, his cock reaching that deep. I arched my hips higher until his head almost popped out. Kawashita gripped my thigh while his other hand tugged on the rope.
He went achingly slow. He went fast and then hard. He teased me with all his might. He controlled the pace as he guided me and kept me in check with the cuff and the rope. We moved together—the sounds that we made making symphony—until my thighs hurt until we reached the peak.
Our bare chest heaved together as I laid on top of him while he ran his fingers through my hair, sighing loudly in content.
I propped my chin on his chest near his shoulder, gazing at him, watching him breathe before I pursed my lips and blew on his neck. He twitched and then he glanced down at me with a satisfied grin still plastered on his face, moving up his eyebrows.
"Can I have my hand back now, so I could tickle you to your death for my revenge?" I tried to raise my hands but failed.
I missed my hands, and I missed touching him the whole time.
Kawashita detached the rope from my neck first before he sat up, tagging me along with him. He then reached for the key from his bag. "I'd rather you kiss me to my death then we could go on another round."
"You and your insatiable needs. Ow." I flinched when his fingers grazed my wrist.
His grin faded. His eyes narrowed and his brows scrunched up. He withdrew his hands, settling it on his lap. I watched him, amused as I stretched and rotated my wrists. Letting out a soft moan, I yawned. "I think I'm hungry again."
"Convenience store food isn't that bad." He grabbed my hands and placed it together, inspecting it, and not meeting my gaze.
"I don't want to leave the house." I studied my wrists too. There was a short cut and a thin line of dried blood that probably got scraped earlier because of the tugging.
"I'll go," he said.
"I don't want you to go." I blinked and took back my hands. "I mean I don't want you to leave just yet. I don't want to move now."
"Then we'll see what you have here." He eyed my wrists again. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"Not really." I rubbed my thighs. "These one ache though."
"I'm sorry, Reiko-senpai." He lifted his arms around me and reached for my nape, unbuckling the thing on my neck. "I'm sorry. I went overboard and hurt you."
My mouth parted as I felt the tugging feeling of a smile forming. "It looks painful but it really isn't unless you're sadistic enough to press on it."
Kawashita shook his head. "Seeing you hurt doesn't turn me on. Do you have some ointment? I don't want that to scar."
"I have a first aid kit in the top drawer."
He promptly got up. I watched him trot across my room, craning my neck, shaking my head. This guy was truly too comfortable going around without any clothes. He turned around and caught me staring. I didn't avert my gaze this time. He raised his eyebrows and curled his lips.
"Like what you see?" he asked at the same time I said, "Do you always do this?"
"As you have said before, I've already seen all of that and did more. I liked what we did." I smirked and fished out the shirt from the floor and put it on without taking my eyes off him.
"Do what? Walk around in my full glory? Only with you." He winked at me before he turned his back on me and continued to the closet.
Shaking my head, hiding a grin, I began looking for my underwear. By the time I found it, Kawashita sat back, carrying a small transparent plastic green box.
"Oh," he said in a small voice as I pulled up my underwear.
"What?" I stopped midway and glanced up to see Kawashita eyeing my shirt which I found wasn't mine. The t-shirt was cotton navy blue that hung loosely on me. I yanked on my underwear and grabbed the hem of the shirt. "Sorry. I thought it was mine."
"You wear it. I have my sweater anyway." He tapped the sofa, and I settled back beside him.
He took my hand, and I allowed him to place it on his bare lap. Kawashita took out the disinfectant, a ball of cotton, and a band-aid. Then he began cleaning the wound. During the whole time, I involuntarily let out a groan, hitting him twice in the knee with my foot. Despite that, Kawashita said nothing, just chuckled a few times, and held my hand tighter.
"No." He peeled off the band-aid.
"Eh?" I squinted at him but his eyes were on my wrists.
"You asked me if I always do this. I knew what you were asking." He lifted his eyes and met mine. "I only did it with my ex-girlfriend."