Chapter 56: Play the game right 3
I felt the way her body kept answering every small movement of my hands.
The soft press of her breasts against my chest, the way her hips had started making those tiny, almost unconscious shifts against my thigh — like she couldn’t fully stop herself anymore.
I stayed patient.
My thumb kept up its slow circles around her nipple, never pinching, just a steady pressure that made her breath seize every few seconds.
The hand on her ass squeezed once — gentle, testing- then relaxed again, fingers spreading her ass cheeks to claim more of the soft flesh.
’He’s touching me like he already knows I’ll let him.’ Mei’s thoughts were a messy swirl. ’And I’m letting him... I’m not stopping any of it. My nipple feels so sensitive under his thumb, my knees are getting weaker.’
She pressed her face a little harder into the side of my neck, hiding the shameful heat on her cheeks.
Her free hand slid up my chest and stayed there, fingers lightly gripping my shirt like an anchor.
I tilted my head, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear- barely a kiss, more like a soft lingering drag of my mouth.
She shivered hard.
’That felt too good. Why does such a small thing make my knees feel weak. Kenji what in the world are you doing to me. How do I stop this?!’
"You’re getting wetter," I whispered against her skin, voice still strained but soft, almost conversational. "I can feel the heat of you through my pants."
Her lips parted, a tiny, mortified sound escaped her as she noticed, she tried to pull her hips back half an inch out of pure nerves, but my hand on her ass guided her forward again — not forcing, just encouraging — until the soft, slick seam between her thighs rested against my thigh once more.
’He noticed how wet I am... I’m dripping on him and he’s still being gentle about it. That some how makes it worse... and better.’
I gave her nipple another slow stroke, then my fingers trailed downward across her belly. Then slowly grazed her pussy with my whole palm, one time through the thin fabric, I felt the way her body tensed and fluttered under my touch.
"Still with me? Mei." I asked softly.
She nodded against my neck, then forced the word out in a shaky whisper. "... Yes."
’I’m still with him! I don’t think i could walk away even if I wanted to right now.’
My fingers slipped past her panties, brushing through the damp curls and stopping right at the top of her slit.
I didn’t spread her open yet. I simply just rested there, feeling how soaked she already was, letting the heal of my hand press lightly against her mound.
Her hips jerked once, a small, helpless motion.
’He’s so close.. one more inch and I’ll be fully at his mercy. I want it. I shouldn’t want it this badly, but I do.’
"It feels good, doesn’t it?" My voice was steady and low.
She breathed out a soft, trembling sound in response and her thighs parted the smallest fraction, giving me a clearer access without her even realizing it she’d done it.
’I’m making it easier for him.. can’t believe it.’
She was still nervous and hesitant, but her body had stopped fighting.
My fingers finally slid between her folds— slow, deliberate, gathering her wetness.
I tenderly stroked once along the length of her, from near her entrance up to the swollen nub of her clit, then back down again.
"That’s more like it. Be a good girl when I want you to." I whispered hoarsely.
’Oh god— that feels... so much better than I thought it would. Gosh his fingers are almost inside my pussy... and I’m so wet. It’s embarrassing.’
I kept the touch slow and deliberate, my two fingers gliding through her slick folds with steady, soothing strokes.
Every upward pass brushed over swollen clit just firmly enough to make her hips twitch.
Her breath turned ragged against my neck.
I pressed a soft kiss to her neck. My voice stayed low and rough.
"You’re soaking my fingers already."
A tiny, embarrassed whimper left her. She tried to bury her face deeper against me but her hips kept making small, helpless rolls, chasing the friction I was giving her.
I adjusted my hand slightly, letting the pad of my middle finger rest directly over her clit while my index finger continued it’s slow strokes along her slit.
I started making tight, gentle circles on her sensitive clit with a steady rhythm.
Her whole body jolted.
"Ah—!"
The sound slipped out before she could catch it. Her fingers clenched a larger piece of my shirt and squeezed tightly inside her palm.
’That spot... oh my god.’ — "This isn’t normal." She breathed. Her legs began shaking.
I didn’t speed up. I simply kept the same paced circles, feeling her get wetter with every pass.
My other hand squeezed her ass again, guiding her to keep grinding lightly against my thigh while I touched her.
"It’s normal Mei.. just feel it and you don’t have to do anything else." I murmured. And the words cut straight through her thoughts.
’He’s talking to me so softly... it makes me so wet for him. No.. no.’
"This should be as far as it goes." She managed to get that out but even to her it felt half hearted.
"Is that what you really want?" I finally let one finger slip lower and nudged her entrance — just the tip, pressing gently but not entering, coating myself more of lustful juices.
She tensed for a second, then slowly relaxed, thighs opening a little more on their own.
I added my second finger and pushed in slowly, feeling how hot and tight she was. Her walls fluttering around the instrusion.
A breathy shakier moan ripped out of her mouth.
"Fuuckk... Kenji!" She breathed, her voice shaky, caught between pleading and surrendering, and almost surprised at herself, she couldn’t help it...