Kuon carried the large cardboard box into the kitchen and set it on the counter. Finally, after three years of dating, he and Kyoko were moving into their first place together. They decided that they needed something just a little larger than his old place, or rather, Kuon had. His Princess needed her own walk-in closet, and her own sink and vanity, a bigger kitchen, and her own room for her own things. Kyoko had, of course, protested, but ended up acquiescing in the end.
He cut the tape off of the box and pulled the flaps open to reveal the pots and pans. "Kyoko-chan, where do you want this stuff?"
She entered the kitchen, wiping the sweat from her brow on her long sleeve crop top. The movers had gotten the boxes up to the apartment and left them in the living room, but it had come down to Kyoko and Kuon to move them around the condo. It had been tough work moving all of their clothes to the bedroom. She pointed to a cupboard above the stove. "What's up there?"
Kuon opened the doors to reveal a pull-down rack, just like the one at his old place. He smiled. "I guess we can put the stuff up here, as long as you don't make a habit of getting stuck up there and falling down."
She crossed her arms. "That was one time! And I was really nervous!"
He took her hands and pulled her over to him. "And why were you so nervous?"
Kyoko looked up at him, allowing herself a small smile. "Maybe it was because I was alone with my handsome senpai in his home, and he was testing me. I didn't want to mess up and embarrass myself."
Kuon hugged her. "Do you remember what happened after you fell?"
She giggled against his chest. "You caught m– Kuon!"
He pulled her playfully to the tile floor, so that she lay on top of him. "If my memory serves, it was a bit like this."
She sat up overtop of him, straddling his midsection and poked him in the forehead. "Your memory is crap, Tsuruga-san." She pulled him over so that he was overtop of her. "It was like this."
"Oh yeah," he said, his voice deepening. "And then I think I asked you if you had ever been kissed, and if I should teach you how."
Kyoko blushed as her body heated up beneath his. Their lips met briefly, then once more, their kiss deepening, his tongue entering her mouth. She pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her zipper. He slipped his hand into the front of her jeans, where he rubbed gently over her panties. "You have no idea how badly I wanted you that day."
Kyoko's back arched. "I– I thought you were just kidding," she gasped.
He shook his head and pulled her jeans off. "I fantasized about you in that school girl getup for months. What it would be like to push your skirt up and pull your panties down and have my way with you. Taking your innocence and making you into my little slut."
Kyoko blushed and covered her mouth; she could never get used to his dirty talk. Not that she disapproved. He pushed her panties to the side and slid his fingers into her sopping wet slit. "I thought about how hot and tight you would be as I fucked you. How you would moan my name."
Kyoko writhed on the floor as he entered her with two fingers and massaged her clit with his thumb. He knew exactly which buttons to push. He felt her tighten on his fingers and knew that he had found her spot. He stroked that place inside of her and she came undone, her voice echoing around the kitchen. "Kuon!"
He withdrew from her. "I think it would have sounded just like that," he growled.
Kyoko got on all fours and turned her ass to face him. "Do you want to know how it would actually sound?" she purred over her shoulder.
He didn't need any further invitation. He pulled her soaked panties down to her mid-thighs, shoved his own jeans and boxer briefs down, and entered her from behind. She cried out as he slid his entire length into her tiny pussy. He sighed in relief as her tight, wet heat enveloped his member. His plan had been to seduce her later in the shower after a bottle of wine, but he couldn't help it if old memories died hard.
He withdrew slowly and then grabbed her hips and plunged into her, hard. She braced her palms against the tile, shuddering under him with each powerful thrust. He pushed her crop top up to reveal her perky breasts, and took one in his palm as he fucked her. She pushed back against him as she climaxed again, her legs shaking.
He curled around her, his cock hitting deep inside. "Kuon," she whimpered, "Oh fuck!" She felt tears welling in her eyes as another orgasm shook her so soon after the last.
Kuon was reaching his own limit. Kyoko heard his breathing go ragged and felt his thrusts become more desperate. "Inside," she moaned. "Cum inside me."
He took a handful of her hair as he obliged her, pumping his seed deep inside of her.
They collapsed on the kitchen floor, breathing hard. Kyoko rolled over to kiss him and then retrieved her panties from the cold tile. She pulled them back on and threw him a cheeky wink. "Got any other old memories you'd care to discuss?"
He chuckled as he pulled his pants back up. "I could write an entire novel about the Heels…"
She giggled as she pulled her jeans back on. "Maybe for your birthday." She kissed the top of his head and bounced out of the room to go put more things away.
Yes, yes I know. I haven't posted MPREG in two weeks, and then I have the audacity to show up with THIS!? We're back on Friday, my loves, I promise. And it will have been well worth the wait. ;)