Chapter 2: Chapter 2
A week had passed by and Ren thought nothing about what happened last night, it was an opportunity he had a chance to taste and think nothing of it. Meanwhile Ayami couldn't believe how good it felt, as she touched herself subconsciously on her bedroom, she felt the need to have Ren again.
She couldn't stop thinking about how he had made her feel, how he had taken her to heights she never knew existed. The memory of his touch, his voice, the way he had looked at her, made her body tingle with anticipation.
The next day, Ayami came unannounced at Ren apartment, as he had given her a spare key and check if he was here or not. She found in his bedroom sitting at the study table, watching porn and stroking his cock, Ayami mouth watered as Ren hadn't seen her yet , she stood there watching him, her heart pounding in her chest.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but the sight of Ren's hand moving up and down his cock, his eyes glazed over with desire, made her body respond instantly. She felt a warmth spreading between her legs, her panties growing damp with her arousal.
She wanted to turn back, to leave him to his private moment, but her feet were rooted to the spot, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her.
Ren's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, his hand moving faster as he stroked himself. Ayami could see the way his muscles tensed, the way his body was coiled with need. She could hear the soft moans escaping his lips, the way he was whispering her name under his breath.
"Ren," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He froze, his hand still on his cock, his eyes wide with surprise as he turned to face her. His breath caught in his throat, his gaze flickering between her face and his hand with a mix of shock and desire.
"Ayami?" His voice was barely above a whisper, his fingers stilled on his erection. He quickly tried to cover himself but Ayami gripped his arm before he could adjust. Her eyes were dark and intense, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. She had never felt this bold before, this unapologetic in her desire.
Ren’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his glasses slipping down his nose as he stared at her, his expression a mix of disbelief and something deeper—something that made her stomach flutter. "Ayami," he breathed, his voice rough with a mixture of surprise and something else. "What are you doing here?"
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a step closer, and pushed him off the chair and landed down on bed, with him on top of her. "Ayami, what are you—" Ren started, but she cut him off by pressing her lips against his, her tongue demanding entry into his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, taken aback by her sudden boldness, but then he gave in, his body responding to hers with a hunger that matched her own.
She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing against her thigh, and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He responded by grinding against her, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her body ache with need.
Ayami quickly pulled away and quickly undressed herself , her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her hoodie as she tried to get rid of it. Ren watched her with a mix of shock and desire, his eyes tracing the curve of her waist as she pulled off her shirt, revealing her bra underneath. His breath hitched as she reached behind her back and unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor.
"Ren," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want you." Ren’s hands trembled as he reached for his own clothes, pulling off his shirt and he already doesn't have pants on, his cock was still hard and throbbing.
They were both impatient and the moment they no longer have barrier between them, Ren gripped her ass and Ayami wrapped her legs around his waist, he entered her in one swift thrust, making her gasp. "Fuck, Ren!" she cried out, her nails digging into his back. "You're so big."
He groaned in response, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both.
Ayami's breath hitched, her body arching against his as she adjusted to his size. "You feel so good," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I can't believe how good this feels."
Ren's response was a low, guttural moan, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to move faster. Ayami's fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as she kissed him with a fierce, desperate need.
The heat between them was almost unbearable, the friction of their bodies sending sparks of pleasure through them. "Ok let's switch position," Ayami whispered, her voice ragged. "I want to ride you." Ren's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly complied, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. She straddled him, her hands resting on his chest as she looked down at him, her dark eyes filled with desire.
"Fuck, Ayami," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to move. "You look so fucking hot like this." She smirked, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his eyes roll back in his head. She slowly picked up the pace , her body moving with a fluid grace that made Ren’s breath catch in his throat. His fingers dug into her waist, his grip tightening as she rode him, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Ren groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't believe you're riding me like this."
Ayami's breath hitched as she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her movements. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice laced with a confidence she didn't quite feel. "You like watching me ride you."
Ren's response was a low, guttural moan, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust upwards to meet her. "Fuck, yes," he groaned. "You're so sexy, Ayami. I can't get enough of you."
Her heart fluttered at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She had always known Ren found her attractive, but hearing him say it, seeing the desire in his eyes, was a different kind of validation. It made her feel powerful, desirable. She quickly change there sex position where she was now on her knees, her back arched, her ass in the air. Ren was behind her, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "I want you to fuck me like this. His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them tightly as he began to thrust into her from behind. The angle was different, deeper, and it made her gasp.
Ren's fingers dug into her thighs, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of their shared desire.
"Ren," she moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. "Keep going . Just like that." Her words spurred him on, his hips moving with a newfound urgency. He could feel the tension building inside him, the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach like a spring ready to snap.
"Fuck, Ayami," he groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs. His voice was ragged, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Ayami sense he was about to cum, she quickly pulled away from him, and pushed him down and suck his cock, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. "Fuck, Ayami!" he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his cock, her lips moving up and down his length with a rhythm that made his hips buck involuntarily.
Ren’s fingers tightened in her hair, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Ayami, stop—" he gasped, but she only moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. She loved the way he tasted, the way he filled her mouth completely, the way his body responded to her touch.
Ren couldn't take anymore and cummed in her mouth, Ayami swallowed every drop of it, she felt a sense of satisfaction and power. She slowly pulled away, her lips glistening with his cum, she licked her lips and smiled at him. "That was fucking hot," she said, her voice still ragged from their lovemaking.
Ren was still trying to catch his breath, his body limp and spent. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. "Ayami, that was... I can't even... You're incredible," he stammered, his words coming out in a rush. She laughed, a soft, throaty sound that made his heart skip a beat. She stood up and sit on he's face, and Ren's eyes widened, as his face was covered in her ass.
Ren obviously know what she's asking and quickly eaten her pussy , his tongue swirling around her clit, making her gasp. "Ren!" she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Don't stop!"
Ayami's body arched off the bed, her hips bucking against his mouth as he lapped at her with expert precision. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each flick of his tongue. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he explored every inch of her with his mouth, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.
"Oh, fuck, Ren," she moaned, her voice thick with desire.
"That feels so good." Ren's response was a low, muffled moan, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on her pussy. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she got closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to make her come, to taste her pleasure on his tongue.
He slipped a finger inside her, his tongue still swirling around her clit. She gasped, her body arching off the bed as he began to move his finger in and out of her, his rhythm matching the movements of his tongue. "Ren, I'm gonna come," she panted, her fingers digging into his hair.
She could feel the orgasm building inside her, a wave of pleasure crashing over her, threatening to pull her under. "Don't stop, Ren," she begged, her voice trembling with need.
Ren didn't stop. He continued to lick and suck, his tongue working in perfect harmony with his fingers. He could feel her muscles clenching around his finger, her body tensing as the orgasm hit her full force. she cried out, her voice echoing through the room. Her body jerked and trembled, her legs quivering as she rode out the waves of pleasure . Ren's tongue slowed, his fingers still inside her, feeling her pulse around him. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and awe.
"Fuck, Ren," she gasped, her body collapsing onto the bed beside him. Ren wasn't finished yet, after her orgasmed. Ren cock hardened again, Ayami expected it as she doesn't plan to make Ren sleep at all . She turned around and straddled him, her hands on his chest. "I want you inside me again," she whispered, her voice still ragged from her recent orgasm. Ren's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He gripped her hips and lifted her slightly, positioning himself at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto him, her eyes never leaving his. "Fuck, Ayami," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so good."
She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her completely. "Ren," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "I'm not planning to make you sleep ever again." She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to keep you up all night, fucking you until neither of us can move." Ren's breath hitched, his grip on her hips tightening. "Fuck, Ayami," he groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."
She laughed, a soft, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "But what a way to go, right?" She began to move faster, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made his eyes roll back in his head. He could feel the pleasure building inside him again, the tension coiling in the pit of his stomach.
He had never lasted this long before, never been able to keep up with Ayami's insatiable appetite. But there was something about her, something that made him want to try, to push his limits.
"Ayami," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "I'm close."
She leaned back, her hands gripping his thighs as she rode him with a fierce intensity. "Come for me, Ren," she panted, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you cum inside me."
Her words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core, and he felt himself teetering on the edge.
"Fuck, Ayami," he groaned, his body tensing as he tried to hold back. But she was relentless, her hips moving with a speed and force that made it impossible for him to resist.
"Come on, Ren," she panted, her voice laced with a challenge. "Show me what you've got."
Ren's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move with her, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her. "That's it Ren! That's what I'm talking about —" Ayami's voice cut off into a sharp gasp as Ren suddenly flipped her onto her back with a strength that surprised even herself. His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he hovered over her, his breath hot against her skin. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, his eyes dark with something she couldn't quite name.
She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled with restraint. "Ren, I—" she started to protest, but he cut her off with a kiss, his lips demanding and possessive. She melted into him, her body responding to his touch with an intensity that left her breathless.
The way he pinned her wrists above her head, the way his body hovered over hers, the way his lips claimed hers—it was all so *real*, so *alive*. She had never felt so wanted, so *seen*.
Ren’s weight pressed her into the mattress, his hips shifting just enough to tease her, to make her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the curve of her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. "You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with something she couldn’t quite place—admiration? Possession? Desire so raw it made her pulse quicken.
She arched into him, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "Don't hold back," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want all of you."
Ren’s grip on her wrists tightened just slightly, a warning if she needed one. His other hand slid down her side, his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of her hip before he cupped her ass, lifting her just enough to adjust his angle. The shift sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her gasp.
"You’re so wet for me," he growled, his voice low and rough. His thumb pressed against her clit, circling it in slow, deliberate motions that made her hips buck involuntarily.
She could feel the heat building between her legs, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each flick of his thumb.
"Ren," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I can't—"
"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let go, Ayami. I've got you."
His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt herself relaxing, her body melting into his. He continued to circle her clit, his touch steady and sure, his other hand still pinning her wrists above her head.
She could feel the tension in her body easing, her muscles relaxing under his control. "Ren," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I'm so close."
Ren didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. His thumb pressed harder against her clit, and she gasped, her body arching off the bed. she cried out, her voice trembling with need. "Please—"
His thumb stopped moving, and she felt a moment of frustration before he began to move again, this time faster, harder.
The sensation was intoxicating, and she could feel her body tightening around him. Her breath hitched as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body shuddering beneath him. His thumb continued to circle her clit, his lips still pressed against her ear as he whispered encouragement. "That's it, Ayami. Let it go."
Her body trembled, her muscles clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the sweat glistening on her forehead as she panted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ren was still above her, his body tense, his eyes dark with desire. He hadn't come yet, and she could feel his cock still hard inside her, throbbing with need.
"Ren," she whispered, her voice hoarse from their lovemaking. "Why did you stop?"
He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. "I didn't want to come yet," he said, his voice low and rough. "I want to make this last." "Screwed that, fucked me and cummed twice already," Ayami said, her voice laced with a playful challenge.
Ren's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and desire, his grip on her wrists tightening and fucked her with a newfound intensity. "You're insatiable," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I'm not done with you yet."
She arched her back, her body responding to his touch, her nails digging into the sheets. "Then don't stop," she panted, her voice thick with need. "I want more."
Ren's breath hitched as she spoke, his body tensing above her. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, guttural whisper. "You're going to be the death of me, Ayami," he murmured, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
His voice was a rough rasp, the kind that made her stomach clench with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, his body pressing her into the mattress. "You're going to wear me out."
She smirked, her lips curling into a playful grin. "Good. I want you exhausted." She arched her back, her body moving against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "I want you so tired you can't even think straight."
Ren groaned, his grip on her wrists tightening as he thrust into her with a newfound intensity. "You're going to be the end of me," he repeated, his voice thick with desire.
He released her wrists, his hands sliding down her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He cupped her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks, his eyes locked onto hers. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Ayami's heart skipped a beat at the raw vulnerability in his gaze. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the stubble rough against her skin. "Ren," she whispered, her voice soft. "I—"
He cut her off with a kiss, his lips claiming hers with a fierce intensity that made her head spin. She melted into him, her body responding to his touch with an urgency that surprised even herself.