Kouhei and Misuzu locked eyes for a long moment before leaning in once more, their lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss. The warmth of her breath brushed against his skin, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. Her lips were soft, pliant, and as they pressed against his, a gentle heat pooled in his core.
Their hold on each other tightened instinctively, and soon, their tongues met, hesitantly at first, then with a newfound hunger. Wet, warm, and teasing, they explored one another's mouths. When they finally pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connected them, glistening in the dim light. But before it could break, they came together again, this time with an intensity that left them both breathless.
Kouhei's hands moved on their own, slipping beneath her negligee, his palm pressing against the softness of her breast through the lacy fabric of her bra. Misuzu flinched slightly, a sharp intake of breath betraying her surprise. Kouhei felt it immediately and pulled away.
