Senior, I've Come to Visit - Chapter 65

Because I was worried about his injury, I urged him to finish quickly. It felt like the only way this would stop was if he reached the end. Nardi held me as easily as if I were a doll and pumped into me relentlessly.

The front of his length focused on rubbing the top of my vaginal walls, lifting and striking my cervix.

“Ahhk!”

He drove in so hard my stomach rumbled inside. His long shaft writhed like a dragon ascending to the heavens, then shot hot liquid upward. I moaned at the sensation of a large amount of liquid bursting inside and filling me. Because of the angle, the liquid shot upward from below and reached even higher than where the tip had been touching. The force of it pushed through places his size couldn’t normally pass, reaching deep inside.

My excited passage tightened as if to match his release, lifting it even higher.

“Haa….”

In the hot air, Nardi let out a low exhale. His upright shaft released in several spurts, splattering thick liquid against my inner walls. Feeling the heat filling me, I waited for a moment, then shook him gently to urge him toward the bed.

“The bed, the bed.”

“Alright, baby….”

“….”

Baby, seriously….

He walked slowly, then gently set me down on the bed.

I instinctively braced myself, expecting him to pull out right away, but even after some time passed, Nardi didn’t remove his shaft. Standing at the edge of the bed, he looked at my face, my body, and our joined place, then began moving again. My love juice and his release mixed into a slick lubricant. His shaft, which had seemed to lose strength briefly, swelled again and hardened.

“I’m so happy you say you love me, Eloise.”

I never said I loved him….

“Why aren’t you pulling out?”

I was tired and wanted to sleep, so I asked, confused.

“Pull out? There’s still a lot we couldn’t do.”

“I can’t. I’m going to sleep.”

“You’re supposed to sleep at night. You can definitely do more. You’re doing so well today.”

He didn’t say it outright, but it sounded like praise for what had happened earlier, which only made the embarrassment rise again. That was the only thing I’d done today. His affectionate gaze and gentle touch made me even more flustered. He looked down at me, met my eyes, and fondled my breasts.

So embarrassing….

I rubbed my eyes for no reason to avoid his gaze.

But he immediately grabbed my hands to stop me. He played with our naturally intertwined fingers, squeezed them tightly, and kept moving his shaft between my widely opened thighs. Even though he’d already finished once, the size and hardness were the same as at the start. If not for the thick white release that joined the mess each time he pulled out, there would’ve been no sign he’d finished at all.

“Aah, ah….”

With the continuous friction, I was heading toward a new, second climax. Maybe because we hadn’t seen each other for a while and finally reunited, or because Nardi was staring holes into me today, I felt especially shy. He didn’t tease me about my release, not even once, but I still felt prickly about it, like I had something to hide.

I blinked and met his eyes, then grew embarrassed and looked away toward his injury, repeating this over and over.

Eventually, I couldn’t stand it and lifted my upper body slightly.

“Pull out for a moment.”

“…Just for a moment.”

“I want to change positions.”

He clearly didn’t like even a brief separation, so I explained.

“What position?”

His long shaft slipped out completely after two or three thrusts.

“Ugh…!”

It felt like even my flesh was coming off. Thick release spilled out and dripped down. My body still felt weak, but I forced myself to move, turned halfway, and positioned myself on my stomach.

A position from behind.

Originally, I didn’t like this position, but given the circumstances, it wasn’t bad. The humiliating feeling and having my bare backside fully exposed were the same as always… but at least I didn’t have to face him directly. Normally, that would’ve been a downside, yet right now, with my embarrassment at its peak and unable to look at his face at all, it worked in my favor.

“You’re tempting me so lewdly….”

“I’m not tempting you!”

All I did was bury my face in the sheets like an ostrich stuffing its head in the sand while lifting my hips high. His glans touched my entrance, where white release was dripping out, and spread me open with a wet sound. Compared to the first insertion, sliding in during the middle of sex was relatively easy. His thick shaft split my passage and pushed all the way in.

“Hnn….”

As he immediately continued thrusting, sharp pleasure burst through me.

From behind, the insertion angle was smooth and went deeper. His member, entering from behind and above, moved back and forth at a diagonal angle, rubbing my inner walls, and the tip lodged itself against my cervix. Each time he thrust deeply, it felt like I would split in half, and electric jolts of pleasure shot up my spine.

Nardi caressed me everywhere with both hands—my pelvis, my butt, my thighs, my stomach, even up my back—then lowered his hands to knead my breasts. Pressed downward by gravity, my breasts felt soft and plump, almost like they had become nothing but fat, and the way he handled that softness felt so good. His large, warm hands wrapped around the flesh, kneading it firmly and filling me with pleasure and heat.

Just as I wanted, I didn’t have to face him, yet I felt completely connected to him through my entire body.

“Nngh, feels good, aaah….”

“Feels good?”

“Yeah, good….”

A clear, happy laugh came from behind me.

“Haa, Eloise, try moving once.”

He stopped thrusting, and naturally the pleasure stopped too.

No, I was feeling good right now….

The change wasn’t very welcome, but since I wanted to keep feeling pleasure, I started moving myself. With his thick length inserted like a slanted bar, I pulled my hips forward and then pushed them back. I repeatedly slid off him and then swallowed him deeply again, my inner walls and his skin scraping against each other.

Somehow, even though I was the one moving, I still felt bound to his shaft, like I couldn’t escape from it. Still, his long length gave me a wide range of movement, and even when I took him as deeply as I could, there was still a significant amount left behind me.

“You’re doing very well.”

“….”

His tone sounded like he was praising a child.

Even though he’s one year younger than me, today Nardi wasn’t listening to me at all, made endless demands, and kept treating me like I was younger.

“You… you’re younger than me….”

“Yes? Hahaha.”

He laughed with an annoyingly cheerful tone, the vibration traveling through his body and into mine.

“There’s no such thing as older or younger in bed.”

“Hngh….”

The hand that had been following my breast and kneading it now pinched my nipple, rubbing it as if rolling it between his fingers.

“And besides, it’s just one year. Sometimes you feel younger than me, you know. Maybe because you’re small and fit perfectly in my arms.”

“No… I mean, I’m still your senior….”

Senior… maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

“That’s right, you’re my senior. You’re doing great, senior.”

“….”

Why does it feel like he’s teasing me?

I resigned myself to being teased since I had messed up earlier. And honestly, there were times when Nardi felt older than me too. He was mature and relaxed, and being with him always made me feel safe and comfortable. Right now, because of the situation, everything felt obscenely heated.

Lying flat with my bare back exposed, butt spread, and sex completely visible, I moved back and forth. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes instinctively, I chased pleasure by stimulating every part of my inner passage, which had become one big erogenous zone. I pulled my hips forward, rubbing the area near the entrance, then pushed back as if trying to reach him more, rubbing the deeper passage near my cervix.

Squeak, squeak-

My love juice flowed ceaselessly, running down my thighs. Earlier, when my body had been folded in half with my hips lifted, the love juice had even smeared over my anus, and now the entire area still felt slick with a transparent shine. Worse, it kept twitching on its own without my permission. Suddenly, I became conscious of Nardi’s gaze. Maybe it would’ve been better to face him directly instead of taking him from behind.

“Good, you’re doing well, senior.”

Ha….

“Stop calling me that….”

“Alright, Eloise.”

Even though I moved obscenely with all my strength, my movements didn’t last long.