Chapter 38: Chapter 38 : Rooftop Sex Part 2

Haruto lay back on the pile of their clothes, the fabric soft beneath him, a makeshift shield against the rough rooftop. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his skin slick with sweat that glistened in the sunlight. Miyu straddled him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on his with a mix of confidence and vulnerability. She positioned herself above him, guiding his cock to her entrance, her pussy warm and wet as she slowly lowered herself onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect fit that drew a low groan from Haruto’s throat and a soft moan from Miyu’s lips. Her warmth enveloped him, and the slickness of her arousal made every movement feel effortless, electric.

Miyu began to move, her hips rocking gently at first, then with increasing rhythm, riding him with a steady pace that sent waves of pleasure through both of them. Her hands braced against his chest, fingers digging into his sweat-slicked skin, anchoring herself as she moved. The heat of the day amplified the intensity, their bodies glistening, sweat beading on Miyu’s brow and trailing down her neck, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. Haruto’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his own breaths ragged as he watched her above him, her hair falling in soft waves, framing her flushed face.

After a few minutes, Miyu slowed, her chest heaving as she leaned down to kiss him, their lips meeting in a brief, heated exchange. Then, with a shared glance, they shifted. Miyu eased off him and lay back on their clothes, her body open and inviting, her skin glowing in the sunlight. Haruto moved over her, his hands gentle but firm as he lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders. The position pulled her closer, her hips tilting upward, and he positioned himself at her entrance once more. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her again, her pussy still warm and wet, welcoming him fully.

Both of them moaned in unison, the sound raw and unfiltered, a release of satisfaction that echoed across the quiet rooftop. Haruto moved with purpose, each thrust deep and steady, their bodies finding a rhythm that felt instinctual. Miyu’s hands gripped his arms, her nails leaving faint marks as she arched into him, her moans growing louder, mingling with his own. The hot weather pressed down on them, sweat dripping from Haruto’s brow onto Miyu’s skin, their bodies slick and sliding against each other. But the heat only heightened their pleasure, the physical intensity of their connection amplified by the raw, primal satisfaction of their sex.

Every movement was a give-and-take, a dance of desire and fulfillment. The rooftop, the locked door, the world below—all of it faded, leaving only the heat of their bodies, the sound of their moans, and the overwhelming satisfaction of being completely, unapologetically together.

Haruto slowed his movements, his breath heavy as he carefully pulled out of Miyu’s warm, wet pussy. The sudden absence drew a soft whimper from her, but her eyes stayed locked on his, filled with trust and desire. He glanced down at his cock, still hard and glistening with their combined arousal. With a deliberate motion, he ran his fingers along the tip, collecting the slick pre-cum that had gathered there. His gaze flicked back to Miyu, a silent question in his eyes, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, her lips parting in anticipation.

He reached down, his fingers finding her pussy, already wet and sticky from their earlier passion. He began to rub, slow and teasing at first, his fingertips circling her clit with a gentle pressure that made her hips twitch. Miyu’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing across the empty rooftop as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Her body arched into his touch, her hands clutching the pile of clothes beneath her, the fabric bunching under her fingers. Haruto leaned forward, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues tangling as he continued to rub her, his fingers moving with a rhythm that matched the urgency of their kiss. The taste of sweat and desire lingered between them, amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

Miyu’s moans became gasps, her body trembling under his touch as the sensation built. After a few minutes, her breaths grew sharper, her muscles tensing, and then, with a soft cry, she let go. A stream of pee arced from her, splashing onto the rooftop floor, the sound mingling with her moans. Haruto’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, his fingers slowing but not stopping, prolonging her release. This was what he’d wanted—to see her in this raw, unguarded state, completely open to him. Miyu wasn’t embarrassed; her expression was one of pure, unfiltered connection, as if this moment, natural and unashamed, was a testament to their intimacy.

The rooftop remained their sanctuary, the warm concrete now marked by their shared vulnerability. Miyu’s chest heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes meeting Haruto’s with a mix of exhaustion and affection. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, his fingers finally stilling as they lay together, the breeze cooling their overheated skin.

Miyu’s eyes met Haruto’s, a spark of desire still burning in her gaze despite the exhaustion settling into her limbs. Her voice was soft but certain, a quiet command that sent a jolt through him. "Cum inside me," she murmured, her words both a plea and a promise. She shifted, lying back on the pile of their clothes, her body open and inviting, her skin glistening with sweat under the fading sunlight.

Haruto’s breath caught, his heart pounding as he moved over her. He gently took both of her hands, intertwining their fingers and pinning them lightly above her head, a gesture that felt both tender and possessive. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock brushing against her pussy, still warm and wet from their earlier passion. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss, their mouths moving together with a slow intensity, as if savoring every second of their closeness. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, as he entered her slowly, the sensation drawing soft moans from both of them.

Haruto moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate, their bodies finding a perfect sync. Miyu’s legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her moans muffled against his lips as their kiss continued, unbroken. The heat of the day pressed down on them, sweat beading on their skin, but it only heightened the raw satisfaction of their connection. Minutes passed, the intensity building until Haruto felt the wave crest. With a low groan, he came inside her, his release flooding her pussy as their bodies pressed together, trembling in the shared climax.

He stayed there for a moment, their breaths mingling, before slowly pulling out. White cum dripped from Miyu’s pussy, glistening in the sunlight, a visible mark of their intimacy. The sight was raw, unfiltered, and it stirred something deep in both of them—a quiet acknowledgment of the moment they’d shared.

Exhausted, they collapsed side by side on the pile of clothes, their bodies still warm and slick with sweat. They turned their faces upward, staring at the vast, open sky above, now tinged with the first hints of dusk.

Haruto’s hand found Miyu’s, their fingers intertwining as they lay in silence for a moment, the weight of what they’d done settling over them.

"We did it," Miyu said softly, her voice a mix of awe and contentment. "We had sex under the naked sky."

Haruto turned his head to look at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his voice low, almost reverent. "Just us and the scountrysiy."

Haruto and Miyu, still naked, their bodies flushed and glistening, moved to sit together, seeking a moment of closeness in the afterglow. The pile of their clothes lay nearby, a soft barrier against the rough concrete, but for now, they craved the feel of each other’s skin without any separation.

Haruto sat first, his back against the low wall that edged the rooftop, his legs stretched out in front of him. Miyu followed, easing herself onto his lap, straddling him with a natural grace. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples brushing against his skin, sending a shiver through both of them. Her bare pussy rested against his cock, the contact warm and intimate, reigniting a quiet spark despite their exhaustion. Their bodies fit together effortlessly, sweat-slicked skin sliding gently as they settled into the embrace.

Their lips met in a bold, hungry kiss, a continuation of the passion that had consumed them. The kiss was deep, unhurried, their tongues dancing with a familiarity that felt both thrilling and comforting. Miyu’s hands cupped Haruto’s face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, while his hands rested on her hips, holding her close. For minutes, they lost themselves in the kiss, the world reduced to the heat of their mouths, the press of their bodies, and the soft sounds of their shared breaths. The rooftop, the locked door, the distant countryside hum—all of it faded, leaving only the rhythm of their connection.

Then, a faint shuffle broke the spell. Haruto’s eyes flickered open mid-kiss, and Miyu froze, sensing the shift. They pulled apart slowly, their breaths still heavy, and turned their heads toward the sound. Standing near the rooftop door, her silhouette framed against the dimming sky, was a girl with glasses, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth slightly agape. Her school uniform was neat, her hands clutching a notebook tightly to her chest, as if it could shield her from the scene before her. Her face was a mask of surprise, frozen in place, as if she’d stumbled into a moment she couldn’t comprehend.

Haruto and Miyu stared back, their naked bodies still entwined, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. The girl’s presence was an intrusion, a crack in their private world, and the silence stretched taut, electric with unspoken questions. How had she gotten here? Had the door been unlocked? Neither Haruto nor Miyu moved, their breaths caught, as the girl’s shocked gaze locked with theirs.