Futaba has her own disbelief at their circumstances, honestly; she never really thought in a million years that she would have not just friends, but a boyfriend and that that boyfriend would be the same boy she's been curious about since the moment she heard he was coming to live in Leblanc. Her hopes when she first contacted him as a mysterious online entity were one thing, but for them to become reality was really beyond any possible outcome she could have foreseen. She never thought he'd return her interest in him, that he'd have the same feelings for her that she had harbored for him. It still seems kind of unreal to her— that someone like him would want some skinny little shut-in, rather than any of the other gorgeous girls and older women he knew.
And yet, here they are. It's hard to say if binge-watching is really in the cards for tonight, as their original plans are far from Futaba's mind right now. All she can think about is how hot she feels and the growing need between her thighs, the shivers of bliss that come over her whole body when Akira kisses her and touches her like this, soft whimpers escaping her as she melts against him and into their kiss, grinding her hips on him a little harder.
Just cute, huh? Okay... She needs to work harder then.
Futaba breaks their kiss and takes her glasses off, dropping them off the bed into their pile of clothes, and gives Akira a rather serious look. It's actually extremely difficult to stop rubbing the folds of her sex on him when he feels great already, but she manages it.
"But are you just gonna stare the whole time?" she prompts, putting her hand over his where it's cupping her breast. "You don't have to be so gentle."
Or at least, she doesn't think he has to be. She trusts him, she loves him, and she wants more of him than this. She's not really so sure what that means, but Futaba has never really been someone who, when comfortable, to not be confident about what she wants. So of course she's going to start guiding his hand away from her chest and further down south. She's thinking about how he looks in a pair of blood-red gloves and wondering if he'd mind indulging her fixation on his hands for a moment.
one million years later...
And yet, here they are. It's hard to say if binge-watching is really in the cards for tonight, as their original plans are far from Futaba's mind right now. All she can think about is how hot she feels and the growing need between her thighs, the shivers of bliss that come over her whole body when Akira kisses her and touches her like this, soft whimpers escaping her as she melts against him and into their kiss, grinding her hips on him a little harder.
Just cute, huh? Okay... She needs to work harder then.
Futaba breaks their kiss and takes her glasses off, dropping them off the bed into their pile of clothes, and gives Akira a rather serious look. It's actually extremely difficult to stop rubbing the folds of her sex on him when he feels great already, but she manages it.
"But are you just gonna stare the whole time?" she prompts, putting her hand over his where it's cupping her breast. "You don't have to be so gentle."
Or at least, she doesn't think he has to be. She trusts him, she loves him, and she wants more of him than this. She's not really so sure what that means, but Futaba has never really been someone who, when comfortable, to not be confident about what she wants. So of course she's going to start guiding his hand away from her chest and further down south. She's thinking about how he looks in a pair of blood-red gloves and wondering if he'd mind indulging her fixation on his hands for a moment.