Elly found her boyfriend lounging on the couch when she came out from the bedroom. He had on casual clothes, some dark jeans and a t-shirt. She walked over and sat down on his lap, careful to rest her weight on one side only.
Aizawa looked her up and down. "Nice choice of clothes," he commented blandly with one eyebrow raised.
She wrinkled her nose at him. "I know you like this outfit, Shota. I wore your favorite skirt! Don't act like you're all blasé about it."
"Hnf." He massaged the back of his neck with one hand, a blush forming across the bridge of his nose. "I wore boxers so it would be easier."
Elly looked down and saw not only had he unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks, he'd pulled himself out from the front of his underwear. Her cheeks grew redder than his and she swallowed past a large lump in her throat. "Oh," was all she could manage to say.
"Maybe I <i>do</i> like your outfit." He rubbed his palms up her thighs underneath the skirt with a rough groan. "You only wear skirts when we play like this."
"Is that a complaint, sir?" She hissed with pleasure as he reached around and rubbed the base of her tail.
"No." He grinned up at her. "You could wear a bag and I'd think you look sexy in it. The skirts get me riled up, though." He squeezed her naked rear and she wriggled around on his lap.
"I can tell," she panted. "You're a little rougher than usual." He raised an eyebrow at this and she shook her head in response to the silent question. "It's okay. I like it."
His eyebrows raised more. "Oh, really?"
"Yes." She kissed him, nibbling on his lower lip. "Really," she breathed into his mouth.
"Okay if I grab your hips then, kitten? I need something to hold onto if you're going to ride me."
"Mmmn." She nodded, squirming around and trying to position herself.
"There."
Elly let her weight sink her onto his member, carefully angling so she wasn't straight up and down. "There," she agreed breathlessly.
"Ffffuck," he groaned hoarsely. "You're so hot inside." He drew in a sharp breath when she began to move, holding onto the couch cushions on either side and rolling her hips.
She would have liked to last longer, and sometimes she did, but Aizawa's open admiration of a few new techniques she tried out got her so excited she expelled a lot of energy fast.
"Oh, baby, I can't go on much longer."
"Ch - Ches..." Aizawa's breathing was coming in short, quick pants, his face red across the bridge of his nose and cheeks.
"Sorry," she gasped, "my legs - I can't..." Her thighs trembled, ready to give out.
"Got you." He wrapped his arms around her and tensed himself, bouncing her on his lap. "Hnnf! That's ...nice and deep."
"Oh god!" She plunged her hands in his hair, unraveling the loose bun and causing it to spill free over his shoulders.
He chuckled wickedly and continued to thrust in this awkward position, his head bent down with his hair swinging in front of his face. His hands held her firmly, gripping tighter than usual and sinking into her pale skin. The thought that she might have him-shaped bruises there later was what sent him spiraling over the edge and he coughed in surprise as his orgasm broke all at once.
"<i>Sh - shit</i>!" His lips thinned and he threw his head back, his chest heaving with dark sweat stains spreading on his shirt on various places.
They couldn't stay joined like this so she slipped off and immediately hurried to the bathroom, cursing gravity under her breath.
When she got back he'd cleaned up and put himself back together, and he motioned for her to sit again on his knee.
"I know that excited you, love, but did you come?" He stroked a wayward hair away from her cheek. "No? What would you like, then?"
"Oh, I don't know." She pondered the question, kicking her legs a little like she were younger.
"Cute," he laughed. "Like you're a kitten, huh?"
"Well, this skirt does remind me of the ones the girls wear at school," she said primly, fluffing it out.
"Oh, so a <i>naughty</i> kitten at that." He grasped her thigh, rubbing a rough palm up her leg. "Are you hot for teacher, kitty?"
She trembled as he tickled her rough, sex-dampened patch of public hair. "If you're the teacher, fuck <i>yes</i>."
"Oh? Eyes forward." His voice took on the somewhat bored, unaffected tone he used while teaching. Elly stiffened and began to moan as he got right down to business, rubbing the slick upper folds of her body to get at the excited nub swelling underneath. "Tell me exactly how good I'm making you feel."
"Very g - good," she stammered, knowing it would be useless to resist his question.
"Not descriptive enough," he said curtly, removing his finger from her clit and slipping it inside very slowly. "You can do better."
Elly groaned in dismay, her body needy and only receiving little hints of pleasure from his slower, deeper movements. "It kind of feels like electricity when you touch me. Wh - what you're doing now isn't enough, please..."
"Hnf. What do you need, then? Tell me." A second finger joined the first, pumping in and out and creating such a noisy, wet sounding mess that her face burned red in embarrassment. "You're dripping wet," he noted dryly. "Not all of that is my semen, is it? I think you're just that excited I'm fingering you under your little skirt."
She mewed faintly, biting her lip and straining. "Oh, god."
Aizawa had pity and used his thumb to stroke her clit while his other fingers thrust. "Why don't you come for me, hmm? You might want to keep quiet, though..." This time he could feel her twitch under his fingers when she whined, and he smiled, knowing he was on to something.
He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Shh," he warned in a conspiratorial husk. "No one knows I'm playing with your pussy, and it might come as a shock to them if you scream when you orgasm."
She clapped her legs together, shaking hard and whimpering under her breath as he teased her final throes of pleasure slowly out with careful rubbing.
Eventually she lay back on his chest, gasping for air. "<i>You</i>," was all she could say.
Aizawa curled one arm around her. "Me? You're the one that nearly broke my finger off."
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