He moves on top of her again and buries his mouth on her mouth down to her neck. She bites her lip feeling his hot breath travel on her bare skin.

She can feel his hard length bumping on her entrance, triggering all the new sensations, running wildly everywhere, going down there, below that very spot between her thighs.

"Hesukristo resucitado! Jesus, resurrected!" she can't help but gasp when she felt him swallowing one boob, playing it fondly with his tongue.

If Louise has anything to take pride in her body, there's no doubt it has to be the naturally round and fuller breasts that she possesses, and she's proud to strip naked for Ojiro to see, but the warm contact of his mouth on her nipple surprises her as it tickles the shit out of her.

Ojiro's mouth let go of it, moving down to her stomach. He found her navel, and Louise clasps the pillow above her head, feeling the new raw sensations that it gives. He stops to look up to her, asking again for permission to enter the holy place.

Louise can barely produce a murmur, motioning for him to go on. She even wants to scold him for stopping. she doesn't want the that delicious tickling sensation that his mouth created get taken away.

When he buries his mouth to her skin again as he carefully slips down the thin fabric of her undies, down to her hips and legs, Louise just loses it.

She's a whole mess of foreign feelings.

Ojiro opens her legs wide for him to see, and she covers her eyes and flushed face.

"Utsukushii," she heard him say. She uncovered her eyes, and she saw him looking at it in delight through his shining, dark eyes. "Beautiful."

He holds up her leg on his one shoulder and gives the side of her thigh a kiss, and then he dives there in her between. Sucking it hungrily with his hot and wet tongue.

Louise throws her head back on the pillow, letting out a silent scream.

OJIRO, WHAT THE HELL?

Louise doesn't know how she would describe it, but it reminds her of how she eats a whole mango during summer in Mexico. She sucks all the sweet juices of the fruit like an animal.

Her hand clasps tightly the thick clump of his hair, while he grips her thighs to make her stay still as he goes on sucking her center. Deeper.

"AAHHH~" Her mouth lets out a loud moan, but she immediately bites it close to stop herself, a little surprise at the unfamiliar noise that came out from her mouth.

Did that just come out from me? I didn't know I could make that sound.

Louise doesn't even know what to feel about whatever Ojiro is doing at the moment. It was all a mix of different feelings.

It is tickling, throbbing, and a little bit painful.

Hot, sticky, and wet.

He moves up his body, and she saw him licking his fingers, and then he brings it to her clitoral area, massaging it in a circular motion.

Ojiro watches her arch her back while her body squirms at his touch.

"You're wet now. That's good," he breathes.

She only notices it now that he mentions it. She can feel how hot and wet she is down there now, her hot juices dripping down her behind.

He keeps her legs widely spread and then he positions himself on top of her. She can see a glimpse of Ojiro's familiar serious and sweaty face, glistening under the dim light, covered by the messy, thick strands of his black hair, looking exactly like when he shifts to his serious mode on ice.

When he holds his length toward her entrance, she felt her muscles tightening again, and he immediately notices it, pausing for a moment.

"Just let your body relax," he mumbled softly. "We'll work on this together. Will you trust me?"

She looks back at him; his eyes are pair of lustful stares, already at his limit, but his voice is soft and kind.

She nods to him and does what he says. Having to calm herself down, she lays back on the messy sheets. He kisses her head lovingly, and then he goes back to what he's doing.

Louise feels the tip of his hard length, pulsating in her wet entrance, slowly finding its way inside. She lets out a gasp of pain as it goes in, slowly deeper, her wetness helping it and guiding it inside.

"You're so tight," he gasps, sounding more like a moan.

She bit her lip, clasping the bumps of his muscles on his shoulders, feeling that tiny bit of pain everyone was talking about on their first time.

"Put it all in." she gasps. "I can do this. I'm alright--AWW!"

Louise can't help but to gasp in pain, but she endures every moment of it as he thrusts slowly, digging its way inside.

Ojiro arcs down his flexible body and wraps her with both of his arms while he keeps on thrusting slowly. She feels her body welcoming it while Ojiro patiently moves at a slow pace, the slippery wetness of her insides guiding it back and forth. Soon their bodies are finally rocking in the same lewd rhythm.

"Louise," Ojiro keeps on murmuring her name, while she can only produce grunts and moans while he's going faster.

It's still an unfamiliar, newly discovered feeling for Louise, but to fully experience it while hers and Ojiro's naked body, joined in the most intimate way—there's nothing she can think of but to get swept away in a sweet surrender.

***

Louise barely knew how she'd fallen asleep after experiencing her first sexual intercourse. All she ever remembers is she felt tired and sore down there. Ojiro wipes her clean and when she's starting to snore, she faintly hears him throwing away the condom, full of his cum, cleaning himself too. It was all in a blur.

She felt like it was not that bad for her as a first time. She swears that she heard the worst stories about it.

But around dawn, she was awakened by Ojiro's kisses on her neck and shoulders, creating a series of smacking sounds in the silent hum of the room.

She groans as she turns to him, and she finds herself looking back to his dark, pleading eyes.

He looks like a child, asking for another candy.

She can feel his boner sticking to her butt.

A moment later, she's on her knees, moaning loudly, both of her hands clasping the messy sheets below her as Ojiro pounds terrifyingly fast behind her. Every thrust makes a sound of wet slaps, sending her the most pleasurable feeling that she didn't remember experiencing earlier.

"O-Ojiro!~" she screams as she feels her entrance, slowly tightening around his hard cock. He grips her waist with both of his hands and thrusts on her faster, sending her consciousness to heaven, her mouth screaming his name louder.

Louise feels her toes curling as her entrance tightens so hard around his length, quivering. The sticky hot liquid from her inside drips around his hardness.

Her eyes roll behind her head, barely unable to think as she collapses on the bed.

What in the name of Xolotl was that?

What?

WHA—

Ojiro moves again, thrusting faster like her insides are about to burst.

She can hear him moaning, and then his movement stops in one deep thrust before he collapses on the bed with her, both their bodies trembling, unable to move.

Louise can't still remember what they actually call that feeling, and as sleep drowns her consciousness away, her mind chants repeatedly:

That was fucking good.