Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Ryusei's master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. Rias stirred first, her body heavy with satisfaction from the night's passions. She lay sprawled on top of him, her wide hips settled against his, and as consciousness returned, she felt the subtle fullness of his cock still nestled inside her pussy. The sensation sent a shiver through her, his softened length twitching faintly in her warmth. A soft moan escaped her lips, low and needy, her walls clenching instinctively around him.
The sound pulled Ryusei from sleep, his eyes fluttering open to meet her violet gaze, hazy with lingering desire. 'Mmm, good morning,' he murmured, voice rough from slumber, his hands sliding up her back to cup her ass cheeks. Rias rocked her hips gently, grinding down, feeling him harden inside her with each subtle shift. 'Feels like you're ready for more,' she whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against his.
He responded with a deep thrust upward, burying himself deeper, her pussy stretching to accommodate the growing thickness. Rias gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as she met his movement, rising slightly before sinking back down. They found a lazy rhythm, her DD breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hardening as they rubbed together. Ryusei's hands gripped her hips, guiding her bounces, cock sliding in and out with wet, slick sounds from their combined remnants. 'Fuck, you're still so wet for me,' he groaned, hips bucking harder, the bed creaking softly under them.
She rode him steadily, pussy clenching tighter with each descent, her moans growing breathier. 'Yes... just like that, fill me again.' Their pace quickened, bodies syncing in the morning haze, sweat beading on their skin. Ryusei sat up halfway, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly while thrusting up to meet her. Rias's head fell back, red hair cascading, her cries sharpening as pleasure built. He pounded into her relentlessly, balls slapping against her ass, until his body tensed. With a guttural grunt, he came, hot spurts flooding her depths, pushing her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm of her own, walls milking every drop.
Panting, they collapsed back, Rias nuzzling his neck, his cock softening but remaining buried. After a few minutes of catching their breath, Ryusei kissed her forehead. 'Shower? We need to clean up.' She nodded, a playful smile curving her lips as she slid off him, a trickle of cum leaking down her thigh. He stood, offering his hand, and they padded naked to the bathroom, the cool tile a contrast to their heated skin.
The master bathroom was spacious, with a large walk-in shower enclosed by frosted glass panels. Ryusei turned on the water, steam rising quickly as it heated. They stepped under the spray together, laughing as the initial burst caught them off guard. Rias splashed him lightly, water cascading over her curves, making her skin glisten. He pulled her close, their mouths meeting in a deep kiss, tongues tangling while hands roamed freely—his over her breasts, squeezing the heavy globes, hers tracing the lines of his abs.
Giggling between kisses, she nipped his lower lip, and he retaliated by lifting her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist briefly before setting her down. 'You're trouble,' he teased, grabbing the body wash and pouring a generous amount into his palm. Starting at her shoulders, he lathered her skin with slow, sensual strokes, fingers gliding over her collarbones, down to her full breasts. He spent extra time there, soaping each mound, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked under his touch. Rias sighed, arching into his hands, the suds sliding down her stomach to her hips.
He knelt slightly, hands moving lower, massaging her thighs, then between them, fingers parting her folds to clean gently, though the touch lingered, rubbing her clit in soft circles. 'Ryusei...' she breathed, legs parting wider, but he stood, smirking. 'Your turn.' Rias took the bottle, squirting soap onto her hands, and began with his chest, palms flat against his pecs, feeling the muscle flex. She ran her fingers down his sides, then to his cock, which stirred again under her gaze.
She wrapped her soapy hands around his shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, the lather making it slick and easy. Ryusei leaned against the wall, head tipping back with a groan as she pumped him, twisting her wrist at the head. 'Keep going,' he urged, and she dropped to her knees on the shower floor, water pounding her back. Her mouth enveloped his cock, tongue pressing along the underside as she sucked, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. One hand cupped his balls, rolling them, the other stroking what her lips couldn't reach.
Rias hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, gagging slightly when he hit her throat but pushing on, eyes watering from the steam and effort. She hummed around him, vibrations drawing out his moans, her free hand digging into his thigh for leverage. Faster she went, slurping noisily over the water's rush, until Ryusei's hips jerked, and he came with a low roar, cum shooting into her mouth. She swallowed most, some spilling down her chin, mixing with the suds, before standing with a satisfied grin.
Ryusei spun her around without a word, pressing her front to the cool glass panel, her breasts flattening against it, nipples scraping the surface. He aligned his still-hard cock at her entrance, rubbing through her slickness before thrusting in deep from behind. Rias cried out, hands splaying on the glass, ass pushing back to take him fully. 'Oh fuck—yes!' He gripped her hips, pulling out slow before slamming back, the angle hitting her g-spot perfectly.
His pace built quickly, thrusts harder and faster, water sluicing between them, making each slap louder. Rias's moans filled the bathroom, endless and loud—'Deeper! Harder, Ryusei—don't stop!'—her voice piercing the morning air, echoing off the tiles. She braced against the glass, body jolting with every impact, pussy clenching around his pounding cock. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in firm circles to heighten her pleas. 'You love this, don't you? Taking my cock like this.' Her responses were fractured cries, body trembling as orgasms crashed through her, one blending into the next.
Ryusei kept going, hips snapping relentlessly, his grunts mixing with her screams until he buried deep, cumming hard inside her, filling her pussy once more. They stayed locked like that, breathing ragged, before he pulled out gently, turning her for a soft kiss. Now they washed properly—hair shampooed, bodies rinsed—emerging clean and sated. Rias's clothes were downstairs, so she borrowed one of his shirts, the fabric hanging loose over her curves, while he pulled on boxers and sweats.
In the kitchen, Ryusei whipped up breakfast: scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and coffee, the aroma filling the modern space. They ate at the island, chatting lightly, her violet eyes sparkling with a new glow, cheeks flushed from their exertions. Before leaving, she programmed her number into his phone—'Call me anytime'—with a wink. Rias slipped out the back door toward her house next door, a slight limp in her step from the thorough fucking, but she walked with a satisfied sway.
Entering her home, the scent of coffee greeted her; Venalana was in the living room, brunette hair tied back, voluptuous figure in a robe. 'Rias? Where were you all night? I was worried.' Rias waved it off casually, forcing a smile. 'Just at a friend's house—stayed over after catching up.' Venalana raised an eyebrow but nodded, not pressing. Rias headed upstairs to her room, collapsing onto the bed with a happy sigh, body aching deliciously. Sleep overtook her quickly, dreams filled with Ryusei's touch.
Ryusei, meanwhile, stuck to his routine. After cleaning up the dishes, he changed into running gear—shorts, tank top hugging his lean muscles—and headed out for his morning jog around the neighborhood. The crisp air cleared his mind, feet pounding pavement for five miles, sweat building as he pushed his compact build. Back home, he showered again in the guest bath, quick and efficient, toweling off his light golden brown skin, spiky black hair with purple streaks damp.
Dressed in casual jeans and a fitted tee, he grabbed his keys and wallet, ready to check on the gym. The place was thriving, staff trained under his watchful eye, clients—including more than a few women—filling the slots. As he drove his nice car to the property, he couldn't shake the grin, thoughts drifting to Rias and what might come next.