A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 47: Lured by Desire ( )

Kyouko let out a soft breath as Haruki's lips continued to trace along her neck.

She turned slightly, lifting her hand to his cheek, guiding his face back toward hers. Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss.

When they parted, she whispered against his lips, "Let's head to the guest room."

Haruki blinked, then smiled as their foreheads touched.

Kyouko returned the smile, brushing her nose against his. "We shouldn't do it in the living room... or our own rooms. At least in the guest room... if they come back, we'll have some time to..." She trailed off, her lips curling slightly.

Haruki grinned. "Okay~"

He kissed her again, gently, then slipped his arms around her, lifting her off the floor and holding her.

Kyouko let out a tiny gasp, her eyes widening. "Haruki"

"Shh," he chuckled softly.

She blushed, wrapping her arms around his neck, hiding her fluster against his shoulder.

He carried her slowly toward the guest room.

The door clicked open quietly as Haruki carried her in, still holding her close.

Kyouko glanced toward the door as they passed through. "Make sure to lock it, okay?" she whispered.

Haruki smiled, gently turning to reach for the door handle while keeping her steady in his arms. The soft click of the door locking was followed by a comfortable silence.

He slowly lowered her, letting her feet touch the tatami with care, his hands lingering at her waist as she straightened.

Kyouko brushed her hair and turned toward the closet, sliding it open. "I'll get the futon ready."

Haruki watched her silently, his eyes following her every graceful movement as she knelt and pulled the folded bedding from the cupboard.

She laid it out, smoothing the covers with soft hands, her body moving with a natural elegance.

Just as she finished pulling it down and leaned forward over the futon, Haruki rushed toward her.

"Kya~!"

She squealed softly as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, already leaning down to kiss her neck again.

She let out a short laugh and playfully slapped his arm. "Wait! Naughty boy~"

Kyouko turned her face halfway, cheeks pink and eyes half-lidded but smiling. "Let me at least lie down properly first..."

"Too late," he murmured.

Haruki pushed her gently, making her lean down onto the futon before crawling on top of her.

Their lips met. Slowly, deeply.

When they parted, Haruki sat up on his knees and began to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Kyouko's eyes followed the movement, admiring the definition of his muscles in the soft light.

He leaned down, his fingers sliding to the hem of her top.

He lifted her top slowly, inch by inch, revealing the pale, smooth skin beneath. Every curve, every line of her body was revealed with reverence, not haste.

When the fabric reached her chest, Kyouko lifted her arms to let him pull it over her head, revealing the full roundness of her breasts. Her small, pink nipples hardened under his gaze. Her body reacting to his attention before he even touched her.

"Kyouko... you didn't wear a bra..." Haruki said, his voice husky. His fingers brushed gently across the underside of her breast.

She smiled up at him. "I'm in my own home. Why do I need to wear one all the time?"

His hands explored gently, the curve of her waist, the dip of her collarbones, the soft fullness of her breasts, and the line of her hips.

Haruki's kisses trailed lower, slower. His breath warm against her skin, his lips reverent with every touch.

Kyouko lay beneath him, her heart fluttering. She wasn't trembling, but her body was already reacting.

His hands slid down her sides again, lingering at her hips before removing her skirt.

She lifted her hips to help him, her skirt sliding down her legs with a whisper, revealing her soft, bare skin to the air.Her pink panties the only barrier left.

"Haruki..." she whispered, her voice catching as she looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and already clouded with heat. Her cheeks were flushed, not just from his touch but from the way he looked at her.

Haruki didn't rush. He slowly slid her panties down her hips, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy. His eyes traced the curve of her thighs, the delicate shape of her legs, and the soft swell of her hips. Every inch of her was perfect.

He kissed down her body, his lips warm and gentle until his mouth found her clit.

He started slowly, a single, teasing lick along the length of her slit.

She gasped, her breath hitching, one hand instinctively tightening against the futon.

A sound escaped her, a small, involuntary whimper that she tried to suppress . Her body arched up, pushing toward him, seeking more of what he offered.

Haruki didn't stop.

He continued his slow, deliberate movements, licking her again, exploring her taste, and the feel of her against his tongue. His hands slid up her thighs, his thumb teasing circles around her clit as he licked her pussy, slow and deep.

Kyouko's breath came in quick, short gasps.

Her legs shifted. Her body knew what it wanted, even before she admitted it aloud.

She let her fingers curl into the bedding beside her, her thighs tensing slightly.

He was touching her like no one ever had.

Not with hunger.

But with understanding.

She remembered his size. How it had once made her gasp, not just from pleasure, but from the unfamiliar stretch.

I shouldn't be this ready, she thought. But my body... it already knows him.

"Haruki..." she whispered again.

He looked up at her, pausing.

She nodded slowly, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

Haruki hovered above her, his body aligned with hers, the heat between them building without a word.

He lowered himself, slow and deliberate, the weight of his body gently pressing her into the futon. His hand shifted to guide his penis toward Kyouko's pussy entrance.

Kyouko felt the tip of his penis against her pussy. Warm, firm, and large.

Her breath caught.

She instinctively curled her fingers around his arm, her nails lightly grazing his skin.

When he pushed forward, just slightly.

She gasped. "H-Haruki..."

Her head tilted back, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips parted in a sharp, silent breath.

Her body tensed from the sudden stretch, the familiar ache she'd forgotten until now.

Still so big...

She bit her lip hard, trying to muffle the sound as he slowly continued, each inch deeper and deeper.

Haruki leaned down and kissed her lips, soft and slow.

Haruki hand roamed gently. Along her arms, across her shoulders, down to her hips and the soft curves of her waist.

When he finally pushed fully inside, filling her completely.Kyouko's breath escaped as a single, shuddering exhale against his lips.

( End Of Chapter )