Ai lay beneath him, still trembling, still fluttering with aftershocks. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kisses, her breath uneven as Shin pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, then another down the curve of her spine.
"You said you'd tell me what's for dinner after one more round," he murmured against her skin, voice warm and teasing. "But I'm pretty sure that wasn't just one round. That was three. Or maybe four. Lost count."
Ai gave a breathy laugh, though she could barely move. "You cheated," she whispered, back still pressed against his chest as he kept himself inside her. "You didn't stop after the first one. You just kept going and going like a beast."
"So it's my fault you can't walk now?" he chuckled darkly, nuzzling the side of her neck.
She made a tired, contented noise. "Yes. All your fault."
He kissed her ear, then whispered, "You know what would help you recover?"
Ai gave a suspicious little hum. "I swear if you say 'another round'..."
"A shower," Shin said innocently. "A hot shower. I'll even carry you there."
Ai blinked, glancing over her shoulder. "Mmm... Actually, that doesn't sound so bad."
Shin grinned, shifting just slightly—and she gasped as she felt him still thick and hard inside her, shifting with him. "Then it's settled. You, me, a hot shower... and maybe a little more."
"Wait—!" Ai yelped as he suddenly rose, scooping her up into his arms with practiced ease. Her legs reflexively locked around his waist, trying not to let him slip out of her. "Shin! Your room's across the hall!"
"So?" he said casually. "No one's home. And you're still connected to me. Think of it as a challenge."
"You're such a perv," she muttered into his chest, but she didn't complain beyond that. Not when her heart fluttered the way it did.
He carried her straight to the bathroom, hips bumping slightly with each step, keeping himself buried deep inside her. Her face was hidden against his neck, arms tight around his shoulders, both from embarrassment and arousal.
He reached the bathroom, kicked the door shut, and adjusted the water to hot.
Steam quickly filled the air as the shower began to spray, and Shin stepped inside the large stall with her still in his arms. The moment his back met the warm tile, he shifted again—and she gasped as her back met the opposite wall, his body pressing into her, keeping her pinned.
"Sh-Shin..."
"Mm?" he answered, already moving his hips in slow, grinding circles. She could feel every inch of him inside her, pressing, twitching, teasing.
"You're... you're still inside..."
"Of course I am," he said, his voice low and rough. "Feels too good to pull out."
He rolled his hips harder, deeper, pushing her against the wet tile. Ai clung to him, moaning softly as her fingers dug into his shoulders. Water poured down over them both, soaking their skin, trailing down his muscled back and dripping from her nipples, already hardened from the chill and the heat of his mouth.
He didn't give her a break.
His hands moved between them, cupping her breasts and giving them a firm, almost punishing squeeze.
"You said they're not softer," he said, voice mockingly thoughtful. "But they feel kinda different to me..."
She gasped, biting back a whimper as his thumbs brushed across her nipples. He pinched them hard—just enough to make her jolt.
"I can say anything," he went on, eyes half-lidded. "Like how your boobs might get bigger when you're carrying our baby. Maybe they're already getting softer..."
As if to test that ridiculous theory, he gave one of her breasts another squeeze, and Ai twitched.
"They're not!" she barked, voice cracking with laughter. "Stop playing with them like that!"
"Make me," he grinned, mouth trailing wet kisses from her collarbone down to her breast.
He took her nipple into his mouth and suckled hard, teeth scraping just barely, making Ai gasp and squirm. Her back arched off the wall.
"S-Shin... oh my god...!"
"Mm, you taste better in the shower," he teased between sucks. "Like dessert."
"W-we haven't even had dinner," she whimpered, clutching his head.
"You are dinner," he said with a smirk. "And dessert."
Then he moved again.
His hips snapped forward, pinning her harder to the wall. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the shower, water running down their bodies as he began to thrust in earnest.
Ai let out a strangled moan, her nails scratching down his back. The water made everything slicker—their bodies slid together with each motion, her breasts bouncing with every thrust as his hands stayed on them, squeezing and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
"T-too much," she gasped.
"No such thing," he growled.
He bit her neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark—another reminder of him. Ai moaned louder, her walls clenching around him.
"You begged for more," Shin said into her ear. "Said 'just one more' like a good girl. But I gave you three. Maybe four. And now you're going to take one more."
"Y-you don't fight fair," she whimpered, hips bucking against him as pleasure rippled through her again.
"I never said I would."
He lifted her higher, adjusting the angle, and Ai let out a loud cry as he drove into her with renewed strength. Her head thudded lightly against the wall, her eyes rolling back as he filled her again and again, the shower drowning out her cries but not his name that spilled again and again from her lips.
"O-Onii-chan...!"
That made him snap.
He slammed into her harder, both arms under her thighs now, lifting her fully off the ground. Her body bounced on his cock, water cascading over them as his mouth returned to her breasts, biting, licking, teasing.
"Say it again," he breathed against her nipple.
"Onii-chan!" she screamed, writhing in his grip.
"Again."
"Onii-chan! I love you! I'm yours!"
He groaned and slammed into her deep, burying himself as far as he could go. Her walls clamped down hard around him, and with a final thrust, he spilled into her again, hot and thick.
She collapsed against him, trembling. Her arms barely had the strength to cling anymore.
Shin leaned his forehead against hers, both of them panting in the heat and the spray.
"You're going to kill me," Ai mumbled weakly.
"Nah," he whispered, kissing her nose. "Not yet. I still haven't had dessert."
Ai cracked a breathless smile, cheeks flushed red. "You're insatiable."
"And you're beautiful. Especially like this. Covered in water and full of me."
She buried her face in his neck again. "Let me wash you, at least... baka."
He chuckled softly, finally pulling out with a slick, wet sound that made Ai flinch.
He set her down gently, kissing her temple. "I'll behave. For now. But after dinner... maybe you can serve dessert wearing just an apron."
"Pervert," she muttered, though she didn't say no.
And as they held each other under the warm water, their bodies still aching, still tingling, Ai knew the night was far from over.
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END OF CHAPTER : 134 : IN THE SHOWER...
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