Ayanokoji's expression remained unreadable, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he met her gaze, his eyes dark with a simmering intensity. "What do you have in mind, Kushida?"
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she straddled his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders. "I think you know exactly what I want."
Without waiting for a response, she leaned in and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Her movements were bold, her tongue exploring his mouth with a fervor that left no room for hesitation. Ayanokoji responded in kind, his hands sliding down to grasp her buttocks, squeezing them firmly.
Kushida moaned softly into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. The sensation of his hands on her skin, the way he held her with such confidence, only fueled her desire. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she looked into his eyes.
"Let's start with this," she murmured, guiding his hands to her breasts. Ayanokoji didn't need any further encouragement. He cupped her breasts, kneading them gently at first before increasing the pressure, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
Kushida's moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his lap as she lost herself in the sensation. "Yes, Ayanokoji-kun... just like that," she breathed, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt.
Ayanokoji allowed her to undress him, his eyes never leaving hers. Once his shirt was discarded, she ran her hands over his chest, marveling at the hard planes of muscle beneath her fingertips. "You're so strong," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe.
He didn't respond verbally, but the way he looked at her spoke volumes. With a swift motion, he lifted her off his lap and laid her down on the bed, positioning himself above her. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour with a deliberate slowness that drove her wild.
"Ayanokoji-kun, please... I need you," she begged, her voice trembling with need.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Patience, Kushida. We'll get there."
The first position they assumed was missionary, with Ayanokoji's body hovering over hers. He guided himself to her entrance, pausing for a moment as he locked eyes with her. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and Kushida's fingers dug into his shoulders as she pleaded silently for him to continue.
When he finally entered her, the sensation was electric. Kushida gasped, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely. He started with slow, measured thrusts, each movement deliberate and controlled. The friction was exquisite, and Kushida's moans grew louder with each stroke.
"Oh, Ayanokoji-kun... yes, just like that," she cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
Ayanokoji maintained his steady rhythm, his eyes fixed on her face as he watched her expressions of pleasure. He varied the angle slightly, finding the spot that made her gasp and moan even louder. "You're so tight, Kushida," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
She could only nod in response, her mind too foggy with pleasure to form coherent words. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. "Ayanokoji-kun, I'm so close... please, don't stop," she begged.
He didn't. His thrusts grew more powerful, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. Kushida's cries reached a fever pitch, her entire body tensing as she hurtled towards her climax. When it finally hit, she screamed his name, her inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Ayanokoji followed soon after, his own release triggered by the tightness and warmth of her body. He groaned softly, his movements becoming erratic as he spilled himself inside her. For a moment, they remained locked together, their breathing heavy and synchronized.
But the night was far from over. After a brief respite, Kushida rolled onto her stomach, looking back at Ayanokoji with a sultry smile. "Let's try another position," she suggested, her voice dripping with seduction.
He nodded, helping her get into position on all fours. This time, he entered her from behind, the new angle allowing for even deeper penetration. Kushida moaned loudly, her back arching as he drove into her with renewed vigor.
"Yes, Ayanokoji-kun... that's it... oh, it feels so good," she panted, her fingers gripping the sheets.
Ayanokoji's hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust into her. He watched the way her body responded to him, the way her ass jiggled with each impact. It was an intoxicating sight, and he couldn't resist the urge to smack her buttocks, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from her.
"Do you like that, Kushida?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes... yes, I love it," she moaned, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts. "Harder, Ayanokoji-kun... please, I need it harder."
He obliged, increasing the force of his movements until the sound of their bodies meeting was accompanied by the slap of his hand on her ass. Each smack sent a jolt of pleasure through her, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
They climaxed together, the intensity of their releases shaking them both to their core. But even then, they didn't stop. Ayanokoji pulled her up, her back pressed against his chest as he continued to thrust into her from behind. This new position allowed him to reach around and fondle her breasts, adding another layer of pleasure to their already intense coupling.
Kushida's head lolled back onto his shoulder, her body writhing with each thrust. "Ayanokoji-kun... oh, I'm going to come again," she cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"Me too," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Let's come together."
Their simultaneous climax was even more powerful than the first, their bodies shuddering as they rode out the waves of pleasure. But still, it wasn't enough. Ayanokoji laid her back down, positioning her legs over his shoulders as he entered her again, this time with a fierce intensity that took her breath away.
In this new position, he was able to hit even deeper, the sensation driving Kushida wild. She clawed at his back, her nails leaving red marks as she cried out in ecstasy. "Ayanokoji-kun, you're so deep... oh, it feels so good," she moaned, her voice shaking.
He grunted in response, his focus solely on the pleasure they were both experiencing. Each thrust was powerful and deliberate, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. When they finally climaxed, it was with a force that left them both gasping for breath, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks.
They continued like this for hours, exploring different positions and finding new ways to bring each other to the brink of ecstasy. Kushida rode him, her breasts bouncing with each movement as she took control, her moans filling the room. Ayanokoji took her from the side, his hands exploring her body as he drove into her, their mutual pleasure reaching new heights.
By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, they had both climaxed more than a dozen times. Exhausted but deeply satisfied, Kushida lay curled up against Ayanokoji, her head resting on his chest.
"That was incredible," she murmured, her eyes drifting closed.
Ayanokoji ran a hand through her hair, his touch gentle. "It was," he agreed, his voice soft.
Kushida smiled, her body feeling pleasantly sore from their intense lovemaking. "I'm glad we did this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"So am I," Ayanokoji replied, his eyes closing as well.
They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, a sense of contentment settling over them.
The next morning, Kushida woke early, careful not to disturb Ayanokoji as she slipped out of bed. She dressed quietly, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looked at his sleeping form one last time before leaving the room.
As she made her way back to her own dormitory, her mind replayed the events of the night. It had been more than she had ever imagined, and she felt a sense of happiness and fulfillment that lingered long after she had returned to her room.