Aoi sat beside Ito, knees tucked beneath her, her trembling hand still held in his.
She was shaking—but not from fear. Not exactly.
Her entire body felt like it had been set alight, tingling from the warmth of his fingers alone. Every glance, every touch, every breath near him made her pulse flutter like fragile wings trying to break free from a cage.
Ito leaned closer, brushing her bangs aside as he gently cupped her cheek.
"Aoi," he whispered. "I'll be gentle."
Her eyes widened. "P-Please do… I-I… I might break…"
He smiled softly. "I won't let you."
She nodded faintly, her lips parted slightly, her breathing shallow. Her soft pink nightgown barely clung to her slim form, the fabric light and airy—but right now, it felt unbearably heavy.
Ito leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
Aoi let out a tiny, high-pitched whimper—the contact shocking her like static. Her lips trembled under his, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly and leaned into him.
The kiss deepened slowly, gently—like waves washing over the sand, never too harsh, never rushing. Ito's hand cradled the back of her neck, guiding her, steadying her.
When they broke apart, Aoi's chest was rising and falling rapidly. She looked dazed—dizzy from the rush.
"I… I c-can't believe… I'm doing this…" she whispered.
"You're doing amazing," Ito said, his voice deep and tender. "We'll go slow. Just breathe, okay?"
"O-Okay…"
He leaned down and kissed her again, this time lower—trailing soft, patient kisses down her jawline, to her neck. Her body jerked with each touch, like she'd never been touched before—and truly, she hadn't.
Her first kiss. Her first time being held like this. Her first everything belonged to him.
She clutched at his shoulders instinctively. "I-Ito-Senpai… it's… it's so much…"
Her thighs pressed together tightly, her entire body tense with anticipation and nerves. He guided her gently, easing her back onto the bed. The fabric rustled beneath them, muffling her soft gasps as he moved over her.
She looked up at him, blue eyes wide and glassy. "D-Don't look so much… i-it's embarrassing…"
He smiled and kissed her nose. "But I want to see everything."
She made a soft noise and turned her head, hiding her face with her hand.
Ito gently took her hand away and interlaced their fingers, holding it above her head as he kissed her again.
Aoi trembled under him, her voice barely a whisper. "I-I'm s-so warm… too warm…"
His free hand slid down to the hem of her nightgown, lifting it inch by inch. Her pale skin was revealed slowly, delicately—as if he were unwrapping a sacred treasure.
When the cloth finally slid over her chest, she let out a sharp breath, her body arching slightly as the cool air kissed her skin.
Her breasts were small, delicate—the softest curves he'd ever seen. They rose and fell with every trembling breath she took.
"A-Ah… Ito-Senpai… d-don't s-stare…"
"You're beautiful, Aoi," he said again, voice husky now. "So, so beautiful…"
He leaned down and kissed her collarbone, then lower, trailing down to the soft swell of her chest.
Aoi's entire body stiffened as his lips touched her skin there for the first time. Her back arched involuntarily, a strangled whimper escaping her lips.
Her hands flew to his hair, fingers twisting in it without thinking.
"I-Ito-Senpai… it feels… I don't know—! I-It feels weird…"
"Should I stop?"
"N-No!" she blurted. "I-It's just… too much… it's all too much…"
She was crying—but not from pain. From intensity.
Her body couldn't handle this much pleasure. Not all at once. Every kiss, every brush of his lips felt like a lightning bolt crashing into her chest.
He kissed her again, murmuring against her skin, "We can stop if you want. Or slow down."
"No," she whispered, "j-just hold me… please… I don't want to think… just feel…"
Ito's hands slid lower, gliding down her sides as he kissed the valley between her breasts. Aoi bit her lower lip, her hips twitching at the sensation. She was burning up—heart pounding so fast she thought it might burst.
When his hand reached the edge of her panties, she grabbed his wrist.
He stopped.
Her eyes met his, terrified but trusting.
"I-I… I'm really scared…"
"I know," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "And I'll go slow. I promise."
She nodded faintly, and slowly let go of his wrist.
He continued, inching the last piece of cloth down her legs. Her thighs instinctively closed, knees drawn together. She hid her face in her arm, trembling violently.
Ito kissed the inside of her thigh, making her jolt.
"A-Ahh—!"
"You're so sensitive…"
"I-It's not fair," she whimpered, voice muffled. "I'm just… I'm so weird…"
"You're not weird," he murmured. "You're just… feeling everything deeply. It's beautiful."
Her legs slowly parted, not fully, but enough.
He kissed her again, whispering her name.
When he finally moved over her, she gasped, her hands flying to his arms.
"I-Ito-Senpai—wait, I-I…!"
He froze immediately. "Too fast?"
She bit her lip and shook her head. "I-I just… say something. Please… say you love me."
He leaned down and whispered right against her lips, "I love you, Ayase Aoi. With all of me."
And with her tearful nod, he entered her—slowly, cautiously.
Aoi's breath caught. Her hands clutched at his back. Her voice cracked as a small, helpless cry escaped her.
It hurt.
But it also felt like she was being filled—completely, deeply, truly seen and held and loved.
Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. "I-It hurts… b-but…"
Ito stopped moving, holding her.
"Should I stop?"
"No…" she whispered, voice shaking. "I want to keep going. I want to feel you."
He kissed her cheeks, catching the tears as they fell. He held her as if she were made of porcelain, moving with infinite care—letting her body adjust, letting her heart stay steady.
Little by little, the pain faded.
Little by little, her whimpers turned into moans—soft, breathless, and high-pitched.
"I-Ito-kun… I feel everything… y-you're… it's too much…"
Her arms wrapped around his neck. She clung to him desperately, her legs trembling on either side of his waist.
He whispered praise into her ears, again and again. "You're doing so good, Aoi… you're amazing… so tight, so warm…"
Her moans grew louder.
Her mind blurred. Her thoughts scattered.
All she knew was that she loved him—and that he loved her. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
"I… I'm… I'm going to—!"
Her whole body arched.
She came with a soft, shuddering cry, her voice breaking into gasps.
Ito kissed her deeply as she shook beneath him, cradling her body as it trembled with release.
When he followed moments later, he held her tight—whispering her name, burying his face into her neck.
They lay there like that for a long time—bodies tangled, hearts pounding together in the silence.
Aoi's voice came out in a whisper, hoarse but tender. "I… I'm yours now…"
He kissed her again. "You always were."
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END OF CHAPTER : 56 : ALL OF US : PART : 8 : AOI'S FIRST TIME!
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