Stealing Spree

My hand squeezed Hanabi’s ass under the hem of her one-piece dress, cupping it fully to get a reaction from her. And she did squirm like I just touched her sacred place. Still, the expression on her face was priceless… and it did nothing to quell my desire for her.

“Mhm. Exactly like that, babe. Matsuri and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other in that locked room. And as you can see… we’re heading to that territory.” I said before leaning down, nipping the lobe gently before trailing kisses down her neck. Her skin was hot, tasting faintly of salt and that innocent sweetness.

“… P-pervert babe.”

“Only because you’re irresistible. And hey, you can’t say you don’t feel the same way, babe.”

Her mouth opened and closed as though she wanted to argue, but in the end, no word came out. She became embarrassed and lowered her head again. In any case, her hand somehow started moving to that small space between us, heading down to where our bodies pressed so tightly together. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the bulge in my pants, hesitating for a moment before curling around it through the fabric. The sensation was once again giving me a jolt. Her touch was unsure but curious, like she was exploring something forbidden yet irresistible.

Hanabi’s fingers trembled as they curled tighter around my bulge. She slid her fingers slightly, allowing her palm to press against the tip. Her touch was light at first, almost exploratory, like she was testing if it would bite back. But the heat radiating from her hand, the way she gasped as she felt me pulse under her grip, it was all too much for my restraint. Not only that, she’s also not stopping her hips from moving and grinding herself on it.

“B-Babe… it’s so hard… and hot,” She whispered, her voice a goofy mix of awe and embarrassment, her round eyes peeking up at me through her lashes. Her long black hair spilled messily over the pillow, the loose ribbon tangled in the strands like a forgotten accessory. The neckline of her one-piece dress had slipped slightly from our earlier grinding, revealing the lacy edge of her white bra and the soft swell of her perky breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath.

I groaned as my hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush against mine so her damp panties dragged along my cock in a slow, teasing slide. The wet cotton clung to her folds, outlining her sacred place perfectly, and I could feel her clit swelling against the friction. “That’s because of you, babe. You’re driving me crazy with these little touches.”

She squeaked, her thighs clamping around my leg as a fresh gush of her love juices soaked through her panties, dripping onto my pants. Her fingers squeezed experimentally, stroking up and down my shaft through the fabric with clumsy but eager pumps. Then, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down, wanting to free it from its confines.

“I-I’m not trying to… ah! It jumped!” She yelped as she saw the bulge stretching bigger from my boxers.

“Yeah, it does that when you touch it like that,” I smirked, leaning down to capture her lips again in a hungrier kiss. My tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking what I wanted to do lower, and she whimpered into me, her free hand clutching my shoulder as her hips bucked instinctively. Her sacred place ground harder against me, chasing the sparks of pleasure shooting through her inexperienced body.

Pulling back just enough to nip at her swollen bottom lip, I whispered, “Curious about more, babe? Or should I show you how good it feels?”

Hanabi’s face burned crimson, her goofy grin flickering back through the haze of lust. “S-Show me… but gently? I’m not… I don’t know what I’m doing…”

I watched her wide, glassy eyes fixate on the way my cock strained against my boxers, the fabric tenting obscenely from her strokes and how it grinds against her sacred place.

Her palm pressed flatter, feeling the heat and the throb, and a fresh whimper escaped her lips as her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her soaked panties harder. The wet squelch was faint but unmistakable, her love juices seeping through the cotton and leaving a slick trail on my skin.

Hanabi’s face was a masterpiece of goofy embarrassment amidst this intimate moment. Her cheeks were a flaming crimson, her lips parted in a small ‘o’ of shock and her long black hair a tangled mess across the pillow, that loose ribbon now fully slipped off and dangling from her fingers like she’d forgotten it existed.

“B-Babe… it’s… pulsing. Like it has a heartbeat,” She breathed, her voice trembling with that mix of innocence and raw curiosity. Her fingers curled tighter, the clumsy pumps turning into a needy rhythm that had my cock leaking pre-cum into my boxers, a dark spot blooming at the tip.

The thin barrier of her panties and my boxers was now pretty much useless to hide the heat from both of us. Her folds parted further and her sensitive clit dragged along the ridge of my shaft with each subtle roll of her hips.

“That’s because it wants you, babe. Feel how wet you are? You’re soaking for me.”

She gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth to muffle a moan as another gush of her love juices flooded out, the cotton clinging transparently to her puffy lips.

“D-Don’t say it like that! It’s… embarrassing… but… ahh~ it feels good when you talk dirty.”

This girl… Isn’t she quite a natural at this? This was her first time being intimate with someone and yet… her body was already matching my intensity. It’s like she and Matsuri had the same body. It’s like this with her too.

Back then, even though she admitted that she had done something intimate with her boyfriend before meeting me, it wasn’t to the point of having sex. After all, she’s also treasuring that first time, and she never thought of giving it up easily.

However, she ended up giving it to me instead, and despite being the one to teach me what to do in that situation, she also ended up like this girl.

Clumsy yet so eager from the pleasure we were giving each other.

As my mind returned to the present, Hanabi’s strokes faltered for a second. Her thumb brushed over the wet spot at my tip, curiously smearing the precum on her thumb as she explored.

Her hips didn’t stop though. Her instinct took over, grinding her sacred place in slow, desperate circles, chasing the friction like she couldn’t help herself.

“Embarrassing? You’re the one who unzipped me, babe.” I smirked as we continued in our hungry kiss. She kissed back eagerly, her inexperience still showing in the way she sucked on my tongue too hard at first, then softened into needy little pulls.

My free hand slipped under her dress, pushing the hem up to her waist, exposing her white cotton panties fully. It was drenched, obviously. And the fabric molded to every curve of her sacred place.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin until she arched, her perky breasts heaving under the dress. “Can I see you, babe. All of you.” I asked as my fingers hooked into the neckline, tugging it down slowly, revealing her lacy white bra, the cups barely containing her soft mounds.

She didn’t stop me and only gave a subtle nod as I peeled one cup down, exposing a pink nipple, already hardened into a tight peak.

Hanabi’s eyes fluttered shut as she panted.

“B-Babe… wait… I… mmm!” Her protest melted into a moan as I latched onto her nipple, sucking hard while my tongue swirled around the bud. Her body jolted, her sacred place clenching against my bulge as she ground harder, the wet sounds growing louder, more obscene.

I released her nipple with a pop, blowing cool air on the wet peak to make her shiver. “What did you say, babe?”

I acted oblivious. My lips curved into a teasing smirk as I hovered over her exposed nipple, letting my breath ghost across the sensitive bud, watching it tremble. Hanabi’s body squirmed as her thighs clenched tighter around my leg, producing another needy whimper. Her fingers had already let go of my cock and just let her sacred place grind against it. Instead, she held onto my shoulder and head as she keenly watched me suck on her like a baby.

“B-Babe… I said wait… but… don’t stop,” She gasped, her voice a breathless mix of embarrassment and desperation. Her goofy grin flickered back for a split second. Her round eyes, glassy with lust, and that adorable innocence made my desire for her flare further. “It’s… too much… but I want more…”

Just before I could answer that, a knock came at the door, and Azusa’s voice followed.

“Hey, shameless junior. What’s so important that you locked yourselves in there? It’s been twenty minutes. How long are you going to make me wait?”