Chapter 46: Moanring (R18)

Morning light slipped through the curtains in thin, pale streaks.

Kyle woke slowly. For a few seconds his mind was blank, body heavy with residual exhaustion. Then the warmth registered—smooth skin pressed against his side, a soft thigh draped over his leg, the steady rise and fall of someone breathing against his chest. He looked down.

Lira was still asleep, completely naked just like him. The blanket had slipped down to their waists during the night. Her dark hair with those soft caramel strands was a mess across the pillow and his shoulder. One of her arms rested loosely over his stomach. Even in sleep her face looked softer than it ever did at work—lips slightly parted, expression peaceful.

His morning erection was already half-hard from the simple contact of her body. When she shifted in her sleep and her thigh brushed against it, the friction made him thicken further.

Lira stirred a moment later. Her honey-brown eyes blinked open slowly, still hazy. She focused on him, then on the fact that they were both naked and pressed together. A faint flush rose on her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. Instead her fingers flexed lightly against his stomach.

"...Hey," she murmured, voice rough from sleep.

"Hey."

Neither of them moved for a few seconds. The air between them felt warm and quiet. Then Lira’s hand drifted lower, almost tentatively, until her fingers brushed the side of his hardening cock. She glanced up at him again, checking his reaction, before wrapping her hand around him properly and giving a slow stroke.

Kyle’s breath left him in a low exhale. He was fully hard in her grip within moments.

Lira shifted closer, pressing her bare chest against his side. Her nipples were already tight. She stroked him with lazy, deliberate movements, thumb sliding over the head every time it came up. Soft wetness gathered at the tip and smeared across her fingers.

"You’re already like this," she whispered, a hint of sleepy amusement in her voice.

"You’re naked and pressed against me. What did you expect?"

She huffed a quiet laugh, then leaned up and kissed him. It started slow—morning mouths, unhurried—but deepened quickly. Lira’s tongue brushed his, and Kyle responded by rolling them carefully so she lay on her back. He kept most of his weight off her injured leg as he settled between her thighs.

His hand slid down her stomach and between her legs. She was warm and already slick. He rubbed slow circles over her clit, feeling her hips twitch, before easing two fingers inside. The wet sounds of them moving in and out was soft but clear in the quiet room.

Lira’s breath hitched. Her hands came up to his shoulders, then slid into his hair as he kissed down her neck and lower. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his fingers kept working her.

*Slurp... suck... schlick...*

"Mmh... Kyle..."

He took his time, stretching her open with his fingers, rubbing that sensitive spot inside until her thighs started to tremble and more wetness coated his hand. When he finally pulled his fingers out and rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, she was dripping.

He pushed in slowly.

*Schliiick—*

A shared groan filled the space between them. She was tighter from sleep, hot and soaked, the slide of his cock into her almost too good. Kyle bottomed out and stayed still for a moment, forehead against hers, letting her adjust.

Lira’s uninjured leg hooked loosely over his hip. "Move," she whispered.

He did.

Deep, steady strokes at first. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her filled the bedroom. Her soft tits shifted with every thrust. Kyle kissed her while he fucked her, one hand braced beside her head, the other holding her thigh open. Soft moans spilled from Lira’s mouth into his every time he pushed deep.

After a while he pulled out, sat back against the headboard, and guided her to straddle him. Lira bit her lip as she sank down onto his cock, taking him to the base with a shaky inhale. Her hands braced on his shoulders. He held her waist as she began to ride.

She started slow, lifting and dropping her hips in a measured rhythm. The wet sounds of her ass meeting his thighs grew steadily louder. Her breasts bounced gently in front of his face. Kyle leaned in and sucked one nipple back into his mouth, tongue flicking, while she continued to move.

"Ahh—fuck..." Lira’s voice cracked. She picked up speed, chasing the feeling. Her pussy clenched around him with every downward motion, slick and hot. Kyle thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, one hand sliding around to grab her ass and help her bounce harder.

*Plap-plap-plap-plap*

The bed creaked under them. Soft, wet sounds mixed with Lira’s increasingly broken moans. When he felt her start to tighten, he rubbed her clit with his thumb in firm circles. Lira’s rhythm faltered. Her head fell forward against his shoulder as the orgasm hit—her walls pulsing hard around his cock, a trembling cry muffled against his skin, fresh wetness spilling down onto his lap.

Kyle held her through it, still giving small upward thrusts until the shaking eased.

He wasn’t done.

Carefully he lifted her off him, laid her back down on her uninjured side, and settled behind her. He lifted her top leg, hooked it over his arm, and slid back into her from behind in one smooth thrust.

*Schliiick—*

"Ahh—!"

The new angle made her cry out. Kyle wrapped an arm around her waist and started fucking her in long, powerful strokes. The wet *plap-plap-plap* of his hips against her ass filled the room. Every thrust pushed more of her wetness out around his cock, coating his shaft and dripping down her thigh.

He reached around and grabbed one of her soft tits, squeezing while he kissed and lightly bit the side of her neck. His other hand stayed between her legs, rubbing her oversensitive clit. Lira pushed back against him as best she could, soft, desperate sounds leaving her with every deep stroke.

"You’re dripping," he muttered against her ear, voice rough. "All over my cock."

She only moaned in response, too far gone for coherent words.

When her second orgasm started building, Kyle pulled out, rolled her gently onto her back again, and pushed her uninjured leg higher. He drove back in to the hilt and set a harder, deeper pace.

*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

The bedframe knocked lightly against the wall. Lira’s tits bounced freely. Her hands gripped his forearms as he pounded into her, the wet sounds of their fucking loud and filthy in the morning quiet. Her second climax hit harder than the first—her back arched, a high, broken cry tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down and pulsed around him in tight waves.

The sudden tightness dragged Kyle right to the edge. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own, hips growing more erratic. When it hit, he buried himself as deep as he could and came with a low, rough groan.

Thick pulses of cum flooded her. His cock throbbed hard, pumping load after load inside her while Lira held onto him, legs trembling, soft whimpering moans leaving her with every spurt she felt. He stayed locked deep until the last of it left him.

When he finally pulled out, a heavy stream of cum followed immediately, leaking from her hot, used pussy and running down onto the sheets in a thick white trail. Kyle shifted to the side so he wouldn’t put weight on her injured leg and pulled her against his chest. Both of them were slick with sweat, breathing hard.

Lira rested her head on his shoulder, fingers tracing weak patterns over his skin. Cum continued to seep out of her slowly, warm against her thigh.

For a long while the only sounds in the room were their slowing breaths and the faint morning noise of the city outside.

Eventually Lira spoke, voice hoarse and quiet.

"...Okay. Now I’m actually starving."

Kyle let out a tired, genuine huff of laughter and pressed a kiss to her messy hair.

"I’ll make food. You stay off that leg."

She made a soft sound of agreement, already melting further into him, the morning light warm across their naked, tangled bodies and the clear evidence of what they had just done still leaking out of her.

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A/N: I might have put too much emphasis on her injured leg ig. Also, I will post the bonus tonight.

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