Release - The "test" continues…

"Now, it's my turn to test you."

With that, her dress flew across the room once more.

It was a little different now, with both having the sexual tension eased and the thirst quenched. Part of it, at least. Saitama still wanted to talk and clear some things up with her, but they were far from tired. Also they were lucky to be alone in the usually loud apartment, so they needed to seize the most of it. This instant chemistry was scary, how he could not stop his hands from searching her body. He felt the world would shatter if he tried to stop himself, the yearn for her warmth suffocating.

With that fog slightly gone, he noticed every detail of her in perspective, hoping to memorize and register in his brain like it was their only and last time. How everything on her, despite small, was perfectly symmetrical, balanced. A perfect amount of soft, curvy, warm and perky. Still pinning her wrists, he cupped one perfectly shaped breast, feeling bad for slightly neglecting it earlier. His hand engulfed the mound of flesh, palming the pebbled nipple, and she closed her eyes, inhaling as much air as she could, the sensation new and foreign to her.

Tatsumaki felt her wrists be released, as Saitama now took the chance to give both breasts his attention, massaging them in circular motions, squeezing slowly and firmly. His rough palms sliding over her nipples, the friction sending shocks to all parts of her body. "Ah…So good" She felt like she could cry from such pleasure, never imagining her small bosom, once symbols of her lack of self confidence, would ever do that to someone. Her hands joined his, mindlessly asking for more.

His mouth found hers again, tongue exploring, searching hers. His kiss hard and desperate on her puffy lips, making Tatsumaki gasp with the promise of more to come. A long moan escaped her lips when he broke the kiss, going back to her bosom, this time with his mouth. Sucking one nipple, while squeezing and massaging her breast with his other hand, she felt the heat pooling on her belly again, hips starting to buckle up on its own and he started exploring lower.

Marking a trail of kisses down her abdomen, he felt her twitch at any motion he made. Leaving one hand on one of her breasts, intertwined with one of hers, Saitama marveled at the noises she made, loving to hear them, loving to give her pleasure. Her other hand found his nape, lightly tracing her nails.

He continued kissing lower until Tatsumaki widened up her eyes with shock. Was he actually doing that? He was. She felt his breath on her slit.

Sensing her surprise, he stopped. "Is that okay?"

"Yes. " She answered so fast it startled him even more, her desperation clear.

And he was desperate to taste her.

(...)

Air.

Tatsumaki's lungs struggled for air. She could not breathe, could not think. Again. All she could do was moan and roll her head back as he kept her legs apart and hands secured at the same time with his huge ones, making her unable to move and thrash around as he lapped her soaking wet sex, alternating between sucking her nub and thrusting his tongue on her opening. "Hnnnggm…please…please". She begged for more, for things she did not even know, like she had forgotten all the other words. Her sensitive nerves buzzing with every movement he made

It was not long until the amount of extra stimulation knocked her over the edge. She stilled in his grasp, buckling her hips hard on mouth, crying out his name and thrashing until she finally stopped. It was just too good, making her feel that much. Like many other things, it did not have an explanation, it just felt right. He wiped his face and waited for her to regain her senses after the high, admiring her once more. Drinking the sight of her curves and shapely tights, remembering how perfectly they felt wrapped around him. Meanwhile, Tatsumaki opened her eyes and did the same, drooling at him towering over her, his chest and abdomen covered in a sheen of sweat and she had a hard time believing it was all because of her. For her.

All of that. Standing tall and proud just for her. Her eyes found his, sporting a new devious glint. If possible, she wanted him now more than she did before and Saitama noticed, taking hold of her hips and thrusting again, making her scream and immediately starting a faster, uncontrolled pace. Hitting all of her sweet spots at once, she could feel every detail, every vein. It was almost too much and it felt a little different now, like he was holding back before, more certain. So much strength, yet so much pleasure, and she could do nothing but hold onto his forearms and biceps and roll her head backwards as he slid in and out of her, filling her completely.

Tatsumaki felt so perfect, like she was made for him. Her moans were so sweet they drove him mad. It made no sense, how she came out of nowhere and knocked him out of his stagnant place, just like that. However, he could not stop, even with that thought. He groaned upon feeling the fluttering of her walls, squeezing him once again, so tightly he forgot his name.

But she reminded him, over and over. "S-Sai…Saitama…Ah…Saitama…Hnnng…P...Pl…"

He looked at her, breasts bouncing at each thrust, face completely contorted in joy and satisfaction, and answered whatever she tried to say with a wet, hungry kiss, grunting into her mouth and mixing their moans together, his hands sliding from her hips to under her butt, changing the angle and making her back arch.

The slight change made him hit something inside her, bringing tears to her eyes and making her peak right there, nails digging deep into his arms, along with a long loud wail. "Hnnnnngg…Saitama..Mmgh!". He could not get over his name being cried out like that and Saitama followed right after, thrusting hard through her orgasm, grasping her flesh in a way that was sure to leave marks but neither did care. There was so much to be said once the high subsided, but now all they could do was wait for their breathing to return to normal and clean the…mess they made in the room.

But laying down on the ground, entangled as they were, it was like they were floating, immersed in a cloud of pure unadulterated bliss, something so unknown and so familiar at the same time. Something so right they did not feel like talking yet. After all, if it had waited this long it could wait a little bit more…