Chapter 40: Chapter 40 : Whole Night Sex Arc part 1
The convenience store shift ended late, the fluorescent lights flickering off as Haruto and Ayame exchanged a final, knowing glance behind the counter. "See you soon," she whispered with a wink, her kind-hearted smile hiding the heat in her eyes. Haruto nodded, his pulse already quickening at the promise of the night ahead.
They parted ways under the streetlights, the thirty-second walk between their houses feeling like an eternity as he headed home first.
Dinner at Haruto’s house was the usual quiet affair—his parents chatting about their day, the clink of chopsticks against bowls filling the small dining room. His grandfather, frail but sharp-eyed, finished his rice and tea early, shuffling off to his room with a soft "Goodnight" by 9:30 PM. Haruto waited, heart thudding, until the house fell silent.
The clock ticked past 10 PM, the distant hum of crickets outside confirming everyone was asleep. He slipped on a light jacket over his t-shirt and shorts, easing his bedroom door shut. The hallway was dark, shadows pooling on the wooden floor as he crept to the back door, unlocking it with a barely audible click.
The night air was warm and humid, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the alley. Just thirty seconds away—just twenty steps across the narrow street and a quick dart between the houses. Haruto’s bare feet padded silently on the cool pavement, his breath shallow with anticipation. Ayame’s back door was exactly as she’d promised: slightly ajar, a soft glow spilling from inside like a beacon. He slipped through, closing it gently behind him.
The house was eerily quiet—no voices, no footsteps. Where is she? he wondered, a flicker of curiosity mixing with his excitement. The kitchen was empty, a single teacup on the counter still steaming faintly, chamomile’s soothing aroma lingering in the air.
Haruto moved down the hallway on instinct, his footsteps muffled by the thin carpet. Ayame’s bedroom door stood open at the end, a warm amber light from her bedside lamp casting long, inviting shadows. He paused in the doorway, his breath catching at the sight before him. There she was, lying in the center of her unmade bed, her body draped in a thin white bedsheet that clung to her curves like a second skin. The room smelled of her—vanilla lotion and a hint of her natural sweetness. Stuffed animals lined the shelves, indie band posters glowed faintly on the walls, and the fan whirred lazily overhead, stirring the humid air. Ayame’s eyes met his, sparkling with that familiar mix of playful affection and guardian warmth, her lips curving into a soft, teasing smile.
"I’ve been waiting for you, my baby," she murmured, her voice low and velvety, laced with that nurturing tone that always made him feel safe and desired. She shifted slightly under the sheet, the fabric whispering against her skin, hinting at the treasures beneath. "Come closer. Pull it off me... nice and slow."
Haruto’s throat tightened, desire flooding him as he stepped to the bedside. His hands trembled faintly with excitement as he grasped the edge of the sheet at her feet, fingers brushing the warm softness of her ankle. He pulled gently, drawing it down inch by inch, the fabric sliding like silk over her legs, revealing the smooth, toned thighs he knew so well. The sheet caught briefly at her hips, then released, exposing her bare pussy—glistening slightly in the lamplight, and there, nestled between her folds, was a sleek black butt plug, its base sparkling with a small crystal that caught the glow. Higher still, the sheet peeled away from her flat stomach, up over her full, heavy breasts, until it finally slipped free from her shoulders, leaving her completely naked.
Ayame lay there, utterly exposed and unashamed, her skin flushed with anticipation under the golden light. Her nipples stood hard and erect, dark pink peaks begging for attention, rising and falling with each breath. The butt plug’s presence made her pussy look even more inviting, her lips swollen and slick, a thin trail of arousal glistening on her inner thigh. She stretched languidly, arching her back to push her breasts forward, her eyes locked on his with a bold, loving gaze. "Like what you see?" she whispered, her voice a playful coo, one hand trailing down to lightly tap the plug’s base, making it shift just enough to draw a soft gasp from her lips. The air between them crackled, thick with heat and intimacy, her kind-hearted nature shining through in the way she opened herself to him completely—like a guardian offering solace, wrapped in raw desire.
Haruto stood frozen for a moment, his cock straining against his shorts, every nerve alight with hunger. The empty house, the waiting, the surprise of the plug—it was all perfect, all for him.
Ayame’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, her naked body glowing under the warm bedside lamp, every curve and detail on full display. The butt plug nestled between her slick folds caught the light, its crystal base winking invitingly as her chest rose and fell with shallow, eager breaths. She propped herself up on her elbows, her full breasts shifting enticingly, nipples still hard and begging for touch. Her voice came out soft but commanding, laced with that familiar nurturing tone. "Now you, Haruto," she murmured, her gaze dropping to his clothes. "Take them off. Let me see all of you, my baby."
Haruto didn’t hesitate. His hands moved with urgent precision, driven by the serious focus that always overtook him during sex—not just for his own pleasure, but to ensure his partner’s ecstasy matched his own. He was intense, deliberate, every action calculated to build the shared heat between them. He yanked his t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest still faintly marked from their earlier storeroom encounter. His shorts followed, sliding down his legs along with his underwear, freeing his cock—already rock-hard, throbbing with need, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He kicked them away, standing fully naked before her, his body taut and ready, eyes locked on hers with unwavering intensity. The humid air kissed his skin, heightening every sensation as Ayame’s appreciative hum filled the room.
"Good boy," she cooed, her kind-hearted smile widening, but her voice carried a playful edge. She spread her legs slightly wider on the rumpled sheets, the butt plug shifting just enough to make her bite her lip. "Now... pull it out of me. Nice and slow. I want to feel your hands."
Haruto climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he knelt between her thighs. His hands—steady, purposeful—gripped the crystal base of the plug, his fingers brushing her warm, swollen pussy lips in the process. The contact made Ayame gasp softly, her hips twitching upward. As he began to ease it out, inch by inch, he felt the true extent of her arousal: her pussy was extremely wet, a slick, sticky warmth coating his fingers like hot honey, dripping down onto the sheets below. The plug emerged slowly, glistening entirely with her juices, the black silicone shining wetly in the lamplight, strands of her arousal connecting it briefly to her entrance before snapping free. Her pussy clenched visibly at the emptiness, more wetness seeping out, pooling beneath her ass. The warmth radiated from her core, enveloping his hand like a promise of deeper pleasures.
Ayame moaned, a low, satisfied sound, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him. "Mmm, see how ready I am for you?" she whispered, her guardian-like affection shining through even in her vulnerability.
Haruto held the wet plug up, examining it closely, the serious glint in his eyes betraying his hunger. It was coated completely—slick, shiny, and warm from her body. Without a word, driven by that intense focus on every sensation, he brought it to his lips. His tongue darted out, licking along the length of the plug in one long, deliberate stroke, tasting her essence fully. The flavor exploded on his tongue: sweet and tangy, with a subtle salty edge from her sweat, mixed with the faint silicone smoothness. It tasted good—addictively so—like her arousal distilled into pure desire. He licked it again, slower this time, savoring every drop, his cock twitching harder as Ayame’s wetness lingered on his taste buds. A low groan rumbled in his throat, his free hand instinctively stroking himself once, the seriousness of his pleasure evident in the way he chased every detail.
Ayame watched, transfixed, her breath quickening. "You like that, don’t you?" she purred, reaching down to trace her fingers through her own dripping wetness, spreading it for him. The room felt electric, the fan’s lazy whir barely cutting the humid heat, their naked bodies poised on the edge of the night’s full surrender.
Ayame’s eyes burned with desire as she watched Haruto lick the butt plug clean, his tongue savoring every trace of her taste. The sight made her pussy clench visibly, more wetness seeping out onto the rumpled sheets. She reached for him, her fingers gentle but insistent, pulling him down to the bed beside her. The mattress dipped under their combined weight, the humid air thick with their shared heat as their naked bodies pressed close—her full breasts brushing his chest, her hard nipples grazing his skin. Haruto’s cock throbbed against her thigh, hot and insistent, as he settled between her legs, his serious focus locking onto her face, determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure for them both.
"Mmm, my baby," Ayame whispered, her voice a nurturing coo laced with raw need, her hands cradling his face. "I’ve waited all night for you. Put your cock in my pussy now... fill me up slow, just how I like it." Her guardian-like affection wrapped around him like a warm embrace, making the moment feel safe, cherished, even as her hips lifted invitingly, her slick folds parting in anticipation.
Haruto nodded, his expression intense and deliberate, every movement calculated for their mutual ecstasy. He shifted forward on his knees, gripping the base of his cock with one hand, the tip brushing her extremely wet entrance. Her warmth enveloped the head immediately, slick and welcoming, as he pushed in slowly—inch by inch—feeling her walls stretch and grip him tightly. The sensation was exquisite, her pussy so wet that he slid in effortlessly until he was buried to the hilt, their hips flush together. Ayame gasped, her back arching, nails digging lightly into his shoulders as she adjusted to his fullness.
She took control next, her kind-hearted smile turning playful as she nudged him to lie flat on his back, the pillows cradling his head. "Let me ride you," she murmured, swinging one leg over his hips to straddle him fully, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his waist. Her breasts swayed enticingly above him, nipples still hard and begging. With her hands pressing down on his chest for leverage—fingers splaying over his toned muscles—she lifted her hips slightly, her pussy sliding halfway up his cock with a wet, sucking sound. Haruto groaned, his hands immediately reaching up to support her, gripping her thighs firmly to take some of her weight. As she lowered again, he thrust upward to meet her, the motion driving him deep once more, her wetness coating his shaft completely.
Ayame began to move, pushing off his chest with her palms while sliding up and down his thighs in a steady rhythm, her ass bouncing softly against his legs. Haruto helped every thrust, his strong hands on her hips and thighs guiding her rise and fall, lifting her just enough to make each entry smoother, deeper. His cock entered her fully each time—plunging through her slick folds with a lewd, wet squelch—bottoming out against her cervix as she ground down. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her breasts, the fan’s breeze doing little to cool them. "Yes... like that," she moaned, her voice breathy, eyes locked on his with loving intensity. Haruto’s serious focus shone through, his thrusts precise, angling to hit her most sensitive spots, drawing out her gasps and shivers.
Minutes stretched into blissful intensity, her pace quickening as pleasure built. Haruto’s hands squeezed her thighs harder, supporting her fully now, meeting every downward slide with an upward buck that made her breasts jiggle wildly. Her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, milking his cock as she chased her peak. With a final, deep grind—his shaft buried completely, entering her one last time in a slow, deliberate push—she came undone, crying out softly, her walls pulsing hot and tight around him. Haruto followed seconds later, his release flooding her depths, warm spurts filling her as she collapsed forward onto his chest, both panting, bodies slick and trembling in the afterglow.