Chapter 65: Heat Beneath the Sheets – Her Secret Fantasy Unleashed

Chapter 65: Heat Beneath the Sheets – Her Secret Fantasy Unleashed

The message came at 11:37 PM.

Rika:

"Can you come over? Just you. I need this. Tonight."

The words were simple, but something about them burned into him like a match dropped in gasoline. Rika wasn't the type to reach out like this. She was quiet, always studying from the back row, rarely joining the chaotic whirlwind that surrounded him and the others. She had soft eyes, a delicate voice, and a way of blushing just from eye contact. But tonight… something had changed.

His heart thudded as he stepped into her small apartment. The hallway was dimly lit by the soft glow of candles—lavender-scented, their flames flickering gently as if beckoning him deeper inside.

"Rika?" he called softly.

She stepped out of her room, and he froze.

She wasn't wearing her usual cardigan and pleated skirt.

Tonight, she wore a sheer black nightgown, the lace hugging her body like it had been sewn directly onto her skin. Her breasts were outlined clearly beneath the delicate fabric—nipples slightly stiff, her bare thighs visible between the teasing slit of the gown. Her long, raven hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, and her lips trembled—painted in a soft pink gloss.

"I've been… waiting to be brave enough," she whispered, voice trembling, "to show you what I really want."

He couldn't speak. She walked up to him slowly, eyes flicking up to meet his, before her hands slid beneath his shirt and pushed it upward.

Her fingers were warm. Shaky.

"This isn't just about… catching up with everyone else," she said, pulling off his shirt and pressing her body against his bare chest. "I've wanted this. I've imagined you. Touched myself thinking about your voice. Your hands."

His cock hardened instantly, pressed against his jeans, throbbing in response to her words. She felt it. Smiled nervously. And then kissed him.

Not gently.

She kissed him like she was starved.

Tongues intertwined. Teeth grazing lips. Her body grinding into his as she moaned softly, one hand sliding down to the bulge in his pants.

"Sit on the bed," she whispered.

He obeyed without a word. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him slowly, the lace brushing against his chest. Her hands found the waistband of his jeans. Unbuttoned. Unzipped.

She pulled him free—his cock springing out, hard and pulsing in the candlelight.

Her eyes widened, her breath hitching.

"So thick…"

She stroked him slowly, fingers trembling at first—then growing confident. "I want it," she breathed. "But first…"

She slid off his lap and knelt between his legs.

And then he felt her lips.

Warm. Wet. Trembling as they wrapped around the tip.

She moaned quietly, taking him inch by inch into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his tip, licking up the pre-cum, swallowing him deeper as her pace quickened. Slurping sounds filled the room, soft gasps of pleasure escaping her throat with each bob of her head.

His hand moved to her hair, fingers tangling gently, guiding her rhythm.

Her eyes locked onto his—lustful, innocent, desperate.

"Rika…" he groaned. "That feels…"

She pulled off, breathless, lips slick with spit. "I want more than that. I want it all."

She stood up, climbed onto the bed, and lay back—slowly opening her legs.

No panties. Just the see-through gown pulled up to her waist. Her pussy glistened, wet and waiting, her inner thighs trembling.

"Come here…" she whispered.

He crawled over her, his body hovering above hers. She reached into the drawer beside her bed, pulled out a condom—already warm in her hand. With shaking fingers, she tore it open and rolled it onto his cock, slowly, carefully.

"Go slow," she whispered, "but… make me feel everything."

He lined up, the tip brushing her soaked entrance.

Rika arched her back, biting her lip.

And then he slid inside.

Warmth. Tightness. A moan escaped her lips, low and desperate as her walls welcomed him inch by inch.

She clung to him, nails digging into his back as he began to move—slow, deep thrusts that filled her completely. Her body writhed beneath him, breaths short and sharp, moaning louder each time he bottomed out.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.

"You feel… so good," she cried, hips grinding against him. "Don't stop. Please."

He kissed her neck. Her breasts. Her lips.

Their rhythm built—bodies grinding, hips meeting, breath syncing with every thrust. Sweat glistened on their skin, and the room filled with the sound of skin against skin, of whispered names and breathless gasps.

She came first—screaming his name, her pussy clenching around him, milking him with a trembling climax that left her legs shaking.

But he wasn't done.

He flipped her over gently, pulling her hips up, sliding back in from behind.

She gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets. "T-That's… deeper…"

Her hair fell over her face, her moans muffled by the pillow as he pounded into her from behind. The view was intoxicating—her round ass bouncing, her pussy swallowing every inch of his cock, slick and tight.

"Cum inside the condom," she begged. "I want to feel you throb inside me…"

He couldn't hold back any longer.

With a final, deep thrust, he growled her name and came—filling the condom as her body clenched once more around him, both of them gasping in pleasure and collapse.

They lay there, tangled in each other's bodies.

The candles still flickered. Her breath slowly calmed.

"I've dreamed of that for months," she whispered, eyes barely open. "And now…"

He kissed her forehead. "Now what?"

"Now… I want more. Not just tonight. I want you."

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