Stealing Spree

As my lips lingered on her collarbone, my hand beneath Aya’s uniform moved again, slipping under the fabric of her bra to find her soft, warm breast.

I brushed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.

Aya’s reaction was immediate, a sharp intake of breath as her body arched into me. I kept my movements gentle yet teasing, watching her face for every little shift in expression and every sign that I was giving her what she needed.

Her legs tightened around me as her hips shifted instinctively, our lower bodies finally making contact. I was already rock-hard and she could certainly feel my cock pressing against hers. Likewise, Aya’s sacred place was warm and welcoming.

With one of my hands still at the edge of her panties, the girl fidgeted a lot as if asking me to continue teasing her there.

“Ruki…” Aya pressed herself closer as her body trembled with anticipation. The way she said my name, laced with need and trust, sent a jolt through me, igniting that familiar fire that always burned brighter with her.

I slid my hand and put it around her thigh, lifting it slightly as I moved my hips to press down on her. Meanwhile, my lips traveled further down her collarbone, unbuttoning her uniform with a nibble.

Slowly, the clasps of the buttons became undone one by one until Aya’s uniform parted open, revealing the soft and modest curve of her chest. However, with my hand still exploring underneath, her bra was slightly askew.

I glanced at her expression and sure enough, she was pouting at how I skillfully did it.

I put on a teasing smile before I let my eyes burn this sight of her in my memory.

“Mhm. Let me repeat it. You’re beautiful, Aya.”

Upon saying that, I leaned down, a gentle kiss at the exposed skin of her chest before slowly crawling down until I reached her mound. Her bra wasn’t heavily padded so I could instantly tell where her sensitive cherries were. While letting my hand continue teasing the left one, my mouth clasped the right one.

Aya’s fingers tightened in my hair as my lips closed over her sensitive peak through the thin fabric of her bra. The soft moan that escaped her was like music, a quiet melody that urged me to keep going, to draw out every sound, every shiver. My tongue teased her nipple, circling it slowly, feeling it harden further under the dampening fabric, while my other hand gently kneaded her left breast, my thumb brushing over its twin in a matching rhythm.

“Ruki… ” Her words dissolved into another whimper, her hips shifting beneath me, pressing her warmth closer to my straining cock. The friction sent a spark through me, but I kept my focus on her, on the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss.

Eventually, I pulled her bra up, fully freeing her soft mounds to the cool air of the clubroom.

Aya’s crimson cheeks flared up further as she glanced down at me, her eyes a mix of shyness and yearning, watching me hover over her sensitive peaks.

The sight of her like this made my chest tighten with a fierce need to protect and cherish her.

“Still okay, Aya?” I whispered as I pressed a soft kiss to the valley between her breasts.

She nodded, her fingers trembling as they traced my jaw. “Mhm… I’m okay. I missed doing this with you, Ruki.”

Her words were like a spark, and I couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at my lips. “Mhm. Me too. But isn’t it like only a few days since the last time?”

At that, her crimson cheeks puffed up as she replied, “Mou… Stop teasing… I just love it. Doing this with you. Being this intimate…”

“Mhm. I know that feeling. I also love this.” I caressed her cheek before lowering my head again.

After giving her a quick kiss, my lips found her bare nipple this time, kissing it softly before taking it into my mouth.

Aya moaned louder and unrestrained. My tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teasing and tasting, while my hand continued its gentle kneading of her other breast, ensuring she felt every bit of my attention.

My free hand rolled her skirt up before caressing her smooth thigh. Meanwhile, Aya fumbled with my belt, unbuckling it before going for the button and the zipper.

Aya’s fingers trembled slightly but her movements were filled with determination and nervous excitement. The quiet sound of the metal parting was almost deafening in the hushed clubroom, mingling with her soft gasps and the faint creak of the sofa beneath us. I pulled back from her breast, straightening my body to allow her to see it clearly.

“Easy, birthday girl,” I teased as I met her wide, flushed gaze. However, that didn’t stop her.

As soon as the sight of my boxers and the outline of my cock appeared before her, Aya boldly pulled my pants and boxers together, letting my cock spring free.

She then sat up just enough for her face to be right in front of it. Her small hands hesitated for a moment, hovering just above my throbbing length, before she glanced up at me, her gaze filled with a quiet resolve.

“Ruki… I want to make you feel good too,” She whispered with earnest sincerity that was so quintessentially Aya. “It’s my birthday, but… I want us to share this.”

I reached down, brushing my fingers through her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. “Mhm, I’d like that. But let’s do it together.”

She vigorously nodded her head as her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. Somehow, it was her most alluring smile to date. “Y-yes. Together.”

Upon saying that, I lowered myself down the sofa and lay down with my cock sticking up. After that, I guided Aya on top of me, turning her around so that she’s facing away from me, her knees straddling my chest as she settled in that position.

“Ruki…” Her voice was a shy whisper as she called out to me. Her hands rested lightly on my thighs for balance as she glanced back, her cheeks still flushed but her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. “I’ll… start, okay?”

“Mhm. Go on. You’re perfect. Just do what feels right and I’ll take care of you.” I reassured her as my hands found her hips, my thumbs brushing gently over the soft skin just above her waistband.

She gave a small nod, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for my cock. The warmth of her hand wrapped around me sent a jolt through my body, and I had to bite back a groan to keep my focus on her. Aya’s movements were careful, almost reverent, as she stroked me slowly. She brushed her thumb over the tip where a bead of precum had formed.

At the same time, I slid my hands up her thighs, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties.

“Can I, Aya?” I asked, my voice low but clear, wanting her confirmation before going further.

“Un… please,” She murmured as she shifted her hips slightly, giving me better access. The trust in her words, the way she opened herself up to me, made my heart swell.