Chapter 4: Climax
Obanai's fingers lingered on her face, tracing her cheekbones and jawline. He let out a low growl, as if he were trying to control himself.
Mitsuri felt her heart race even faster, her pulse pounding in her ears. She knew she was taking a risk, but she couldn't deny the longing she had for this man.
Obanai's grip on her face tightened, and he lowered his head, pressing his lips against hers. It was a deep, possessive kiss, filled with a hunger that left Mitsuri breathless.
She felt Obanai's hands wander down her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her waist. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself leaning into him even more.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss. She let out a soft moan as Obanai's strong hands began to explore her body, unbuttoning her blouse and caressing her bare skin.
"You're so soft, Mit-suri," he murmured between kisses, nipping at her earlobe and making her shiver.
Mitsuri gasped as his hands reached the clasp of her bra, swiftly unhooking it with a practiced ease.
Her heavy breasts spilled out, nipples hardening as the cool air of the room hit them. Obanai wasted no time in cupping them in his hands, kneading and pinching them softly as Mitsuri writhed under his touch. She let out a soft moan, arching her back in pleasure as his mouth descended on one erect nipple, sucking hard and causing Mitsuri's breath to hitch in her throat.
"Fuck, Obanai," she murmured, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.
Obanai pulled away from the kiss, leading her to sit at his desk. Mitsuri's heart raced as she looked up at him, unsure of what was to come next.
He stood tall, looking down at her with an intensity that made her shiver. His eyes were dark with desire, and his chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to control his breathing.
"Mitsuri," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Take off your skirt."
Mitsuri's heart skipped a beat as she obeyed, her trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper on her skirt. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her matching lace panties.
Obanai's gaze lingered on her body for a moment before he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the lace fabric.