The mont restraint snapped inside , I pulled Agneis up and into my arms, the heat of her body pressing against mine. Her breath was still shaky from everything she’d just done, her chest rising and falling quickly, and her face was flushed in a way that made her look even more deliciously mischievous. She flashed that cheeky smile—the sa one that always made my heartbeat slam against my ribs—and ran a finger teasingly along my still-hard length.
"Mmhm... you’re still throbbing. You really weren’t kidding." Her tone was playful, but there was a tremble in her voice she couldn’t hide. Even while teasing , she was feeling every bit of the mont too.
I grabbed her wrist gently but firmly and guided her toward the bed, pushing her down until she was on her side. She raised a brow at the position, lips curling upward.
"Going for sothing soft first, huh?" she teased, arching slightly as I moved behind her.
But her voice shuddered a little when I slid an arm under her waist and pulled her closer, spooning her from behind. Her back pressed to my chest, her hips molding perfectly against like her body had been made to fit right into mine.
The mont the tip brushed against her, she exhaled sharply, her shoulders tensing.
"Leon..." she whispered, almost a warning, almost a plea.
I pushed slowly inside her, inch by inch, and felt her body shiver violently under my touch.
"Ahh—" she let out, her voice cracking with a raw, breathy moan that sounded like she’d been holding it back.
Her fingers clenched the sheets, curling hard as her hips pressed back against . She looked over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes, dazed and already a little drunk off the sensation.
"That... nghh... that feels too good..." she murmured, voice trembling as she tried to keep her composure.
I started moving, slow but deep, letting the rhythm match the rise and fall of her breath. Every slow thrust made her gasp as the pressure nudged deeper inside her, and her body responded instantly—her legs tightening around mine, her hips rolling back to et on instinct.
Her moans were soft at first, spaced between shaky breaths.
"Nnh... mmm... ahh... Leon... slower... wait—ahh—no, don’t stop..."
She kept trying to talk, but her voice cracked every ti I hit the right angle. Her cheek was pressed into the pillow, her teeth gently biting down on the fabric as she tried—and failed—to muffle the sounds spilling out of her.
Her hand blindly reached back, grabbing at my thigh to steady herself.
"Y-You’re... nghh... you’re hitting just right... I feel it all the way up..." she whispered, her voice lting into another shaky moan.
Her mischievousness never fully disappeared, though. Even while trembling, even while barely holding herself together, she glanced back at with that teasing glint.
"You’re... hnn... really going at it, Leon... Did I suck you that good?"
Her smug smile wavered into a whimper halfway through, her breath catching when I thrust deeper in response.
Her whole body shuddered, legs tightening again.
"O-Okay—okay, wait—ahh—! Leon—!" she cried, her voice cracking with a mixture of pleasure and breathless panic.
She wasn’t asking to stop. Not even close. She was feeling everything, and she wanted more even if it overwheld her.
I held her closer, burying my face into the crook of her neck. Her scent was intoxicating. Her skin was warm. Her hair tickled my cheek as she panted, each breath coming out hotter than the last.
Her hand clawed at my forearm, pulling deeper into the spooning hold.
"Don’t... don’t let go..." she whispered, barely audible between moans.
So I didn’t.
I held her tighter, thrusting with a slow but heavy rhythm that made her voice jump in soft, broken gasps.
"Nghh—ahh... ahh—Leon... I... I feel like I’m lting..."
The spooning position made everything more intimate with her body completely molded to mine, every moan vibrating against my chest as well as every tremble traveling through both of us like a shared current.
And as much as she tried to stay cheeky, the sound of pleasure drowning her voice out made her honesty slip through.
"I... I can’t even tease you right now... nghh... this feels too damn good..."
Her breath hitched again.
"Leon—ahh—d-don’t stop..."
But eventually, her legs started shaking from the strain, her body twitching with every movent. I could feel her reaching the edge, and before she collapsed entirely, I pulled out gently.
She gasped as the cool air hit her, her body trembling as she caught her breath.
"W-What—hey—why’d you stop...?" she asked, turning to with a pout. "I was enjoying that..."
But her pout disappeared when I guided her onto her hands and knees.
She blinked, then laughed breathlessly.
"Oh. So that’s how it is, huh?" she said, her tone dripping with mischief again—even while her arms shook from the sensitivity. "Going rough, are we?"
I positioned myself behind her, and she looked back at with a grin that was equal parts cheeky and eager.
"Well, co on then. Don’t make wait."
I slid inside her again, this ti from behind, and her reaction was imdiate.
"A-Ahh—! Oh—!"
Her voice pitched higher and rawer. Her fingers curled tightly into the sheets, elbows trembling as her hips arched back toward without even thinking. The change in angle made everything feel different and much deeper, sharper, and hitting nerves that spooning didn’t reach.
Her hair bounced with each movent, her back arching beautifully as she let out gasps that turned into breathless moans.
"Leon—Leon—Leon—ahhh—! That’s—! That’s—fuck—!"
Her cheeky grin was gone. Replaced by pure pleasure twisting her expression.
But the mischievousness wasn’t completely dead. Between moans, she still tried to tease.
"H-Hah... you’re... you’re fucking like you’ve been waiting days... hah~... you really couldn’t hold back, huh?"
Her voice wavered, and she moaned again when I thrust harder.
"O-Oh—! Okay—okay—wait—! N-No—keep going—don’t stop—!"
Her knees buckled slightly, her arms shaking harder, but she kept pushing back into , her voice dissolving into breathless cries.
She was feeling everything—every movent, every thrust, every rush of heat building inside her. I could see it in the way her body tightened, the way her breath turned uneven, the way her fingers trembled with each moan.
Her cheeky tone slipped again into raw need.
"Leon... please... nghh... harder—just a little—ahh—yes—right there—!"
Her voice cracked beautifully.
Her moans filled the room—sharp, breathy and desperate—and each one pushed closer to losing control all over again.
Her back arched more, her body tightening around as she gasped.
"I’m—hah—Leon—I’m— I’m so close—!"
Her voice broke on the last word, and she trembled violently as the wave hit her—her cries muffled into the sheets as her body seized with pleasure.
I held her hips, guiding her through the trembling until she slumped forward, panting so loudly her breaths shook the air.
"Goodness... Leon..." she whispered, breath hitching, voice half-laughing, half-moan. "You’re going to ruin at this rate..."
But even exhausted, even shaking, she still smiled back at with that sa mischievous glint.
"As if I’d complain."
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