Chapter 222: Falling Deep Within ( 222 )

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Chapter 222: Falling Deep Within ( 222 ) She lay before him, her body half-shadowed by the soft light of the bedside lamp. Satoshi watched her. For a moment, he simply stayed still—kneeling beside her, letting his gaze take in every detail. She was young. Still flushed from the kiss. Her chest rose and fell gently beneath the fabric, her fingers curled nervously near her waist. Her skin looked soft—fresh, untouched. Her legs, drawn together modestly, peeked slightly beneath the hem of the dress. There was something different here. A kind of pure affection that clung to her every movement. She looked up at him, wide-eyed. Waiting. He leaned in—slowly. First, he kissed her lips. A soft return of what they’d shared before. Longer now. Warmer. He could feel the faint tremble in her breath. Then— Her forehead. A soft kiss pressed there like a seal. Gentle. Protective. Her cheek. Warm, smooth beneath his lips. He felt her exhale slightly. And then— Her neck. He let his lips linger there, feeling the way her body shivered faintly at the touch. His hand rose to brush her hair aside. So soft. So pliant. Her skin smelled faintly of something floral. Satoshi’s gaze drifted down again. The outline of her body. The way her thighs pressed together. The innocence in how she lay still, trusting him to guide every movement. First time, he thought to himself. And he would be the first. The only one to show her. To shape her. To claim her. He kissed her again. Deeper this time. And her lips parted for him instinctively, still clumsy, still learning. Her hands gripped the edge of the futon beside her. Her back arched slightly as his body pressed down, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin layers between them. She trembled. His hand moved slowly. Sliding the fabric upward, inch by inch—until her skin met the night air. She flinched. But didn’t stop him. Her breath hitched. Her eyes searched his face. Satoshi looked down at her. She was beautiful in a way that only this moment could define. Young, soft, untouched. Still holding onto the innocence she had no idea she was giving away. He guided himself slowly, positioning carefully. "It might hurt," he whispered against her ear. "But I’ll be gentle." She nodded. Eyes brimming. Her fingers gripped tighter. And then— He pressed in. His penis, hard and throbbing, touched the entrance of her virgin pussy. She flinched. Her lips parted— A sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. A faint sob escaped her as she felt the unfamiliar pressure. Her legs tensed, and a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, rolling slowly down her cheek. Warm. Her pussy tightened around him, unfamiliar with the sensation. She tried to stay still. "Relax," he whispered near her ear, his voice low, warm. "Just breathe... You’re doing good." And then—he felt it. The moment he broke in. That faint resistance. That delicate wall. Gone. And he was in. Fully. He exhaled softly, his hand caressing her cheek. He was the first. Her first. He paused for a moment, holding himself there, surrounded by her warmth, her softness. She was his now. He leaned down and kissed her again, more slowly this time, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. Satomi’s eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat as the final barrier was broken. A small amount of blood appeared. Satoshi saw it, and a sense of satisfaction washed over him. Inside his mind. I got her virgin. No one should get her virginity. Only me. Satomi’s body trembled beneath him, but her hands slowly moved— rising to hold him. She opened her eyes. Still teary. Still flushed. But smiling faintly. And for Satoshi— It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her legs tightened gently around him, instinctive and trembling. Her breath came in soft gasps. Satomi was warm. Tight. Unfamiliar with the shape of him. Satoshi moved slowly. He wanted to feel it—every inch. Every reaction. Every flicker of her lashes and tremble in her throat. Her body was young. Soft. Unguarded. He lowered his weight onto her carefully, his hands cradling her wrists. Satomi whimpered. Her back arched faintly beneath him. She bit her lip again, holding in the sound, but her eyes were watery. He kissed her tears. And then moved deeper. The sensation was unreal. Tighter than anything he’d known. Silky. Untouched. Her inner warmth clung to him like she didn’t want to let go. She was trying so hard to take him in. To welcome him. Even though it hurt. Even though it made her eyes shimmer and her legs shake. Satoshi’s breath slowed. He pulled back slightly— Then pressed forward again. Letting himself enjoy it. Savor it. The way her pussy tightened when he moved. The heat. The friction. The delicious pressure of being inside a girl for the very first time. Not just any girl. This girl. Satomi. Satoshi’s rhythm had steadied. Slow. Measured. Deep. Her pussy clung to him. Still learning. Still opening. Each stroke carved a new sensation into her, making her breath catch, her hands grip the sheets, her lips part helplessly beneath his kisses. His hands held her hips more firmly. He lowered his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling. "Satomi..." he whispered. Voice low. Gritted. Controlled—but on the edge. His hips pushed once. Twice. And then— The final thrust. Deep. Full. She gasped—her fingers tightening around his arms. And then she felt it. A sudden warmth flooding inside. Her eyes widened slightly. Her breath caught in her throat. The strange, heavy pulse of something new, spilling deep into her core. And above her— Satoshi let out a low exhale. His brows relaxed. His lips parted faintly. His entire body stilled. Relieved. Satisfied. For the first time in years, Satomi saw that smile. And something inside her melted. Her heart swelled. Her hands rose to his face, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. She whispered—softly— "You look happy..." Satoshi opened his eyes, still catching his breath. Then— He leaned in. And kissed her. Deeply. "Mm..." Satoshi’s voice was low, almost a breath. He leaned down, still inside her, his weight warm and steady above her. His lips brushed her cheek, and then her ear. "I’m happy... to be your first." He smiled. And it wasn’t prideful. It was gentle. Personal. Like something he’d been waiting to say... and finally could. Satomi’s heart fluttered. A strange, full warmth flooded her chest—just like the heat he’d poured into her only moments ago. She felt happy. Really, truly happy. Because it had been so long—so long—since she saw him smile like that. So full. So content. She reached up and touched his face lightly. Then whispered— "Isn’t this... what you’re supposed to do with the one you love?" Her voice was soft. But the words had weight. Satoshi froze, just slightly. Because he knew what she meant. Who she meant. But he didn’t answer that directly. Instead, his eyes met hers—steady, dark, unreadable. "Mm..." he murmured. "Because I love you." His thumb brushed across her lower lip. "You don’t love me?" Satomi’s eyes welled faintly, from emotions pressing into one fragile moment. She nodded. "I do." She whispered it like a secret. Then leaned up. And kissed him. Long. Slow. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her legs wrapping faintly around him again. And in that moment—wrapped in each other’s arms, hearts still pounding, bodies still joined— Satomi felt it. The beginning of something they could never undo. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 222: Falling Deep Within ( 222 )

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