Post-date Corrections


                                            >"Oh, and another thing..."

                                            "Ugh..."

                                            >It's too damn hot for these lectures.

                                            >Not just in general - it's been a horribly hot summer week - but also because you're spooning your portable heater Sugarcoat after a very... heated return from your oceanarium date.

                                            >She's so short she fits perfectly in your embrace, so you two are great for warming each other up. Or annoying each other with your body heat. But you can't let something like that stop you from touching one another when you're both completely naked.

                                            >Of course she'd use your refractory period to school you on the "mistakes" you've made on your date earlier today.

                                            >And you thought this timeout should be used to keep the mood passionate, not completely kill it.

                                            >She wasn't complaining when her arms and legs were locked behind your back just a few minutes ago, when you were pounding her senselessly and rearranging her hairstyle by pulling random bits of it (gently, of course), so she must've been thinking about this all this time and just waiting for the right moment.

                                            >You know she's not doing it to unnerve you or anything, it's just how she is, as you have learned over your still budding relationship.

                                            >So you're just chilling for now, if such wording can be applied to the unrelenting heat you're surrounded with, still a bit wound up from your first go.

                                            >Speaking of wording...

                                            >"Don't try to correct me when I call you out on your stupid questions."

                                            >Okay, this one you can't just let slide. Instead, your hand slides up her forearm to gently grip her shoulder.

                                            "I did mean something different though."

                                            >"My hearing is perfectly fine! I know what I've heard."

                                            >The girl's head turns slightly so instead of her hair your nose bumps into her temple. Making her cheek really easy to kiss, which you promptly do.

                                            "Maybe you heard right but you definitely misunderstood it."

                                            >"Don't try to play a smartass with me."

                                            >Oh, look who's talking. Probably feels her smartass supreme status is being threatened by your own display of smartassery. Even though you're just telling the truth.

                                            >Your hand slides down her arm again, but this time dives right under it, to help her turn her torso a bit after her head. She follows your motion but stops half way there to press her back against you instead of just rolling on it.

                                            >This makes it so easy for you to caress her exposed tummy. That could've been her goal in the first place because her free hand touches yours and moves together with it, making sure your palm is fully in contact with her skin as it makes circles on it.

                                            "I'm only saying it how it is," your forehead touches hers. "There's nothing shameful in just being mistaken, Sugar."

                                            >"I didn't mistake anything," she whispers back.

                                            "It's okay."

                                            >"Stop mocking me," her reply is barely heard by this point.

                                            "I know that people don't eat fish from public aquariums, dummy. I meant the KIND of fish that they have there. Not fish from there specifically. You know that. It makes sense."

                                            >Guided by Sugarcoat herself, your hand's motions are brought higher and higher on her body until your palm is stopped by the girl's breast where it is forced to rest by her pressing down on it.

                                            >"It's not my problem that you have to make excuses because you're just that dumb."

                                            >To bring some symmetry to this position, you move the other arm, on which Sugarcoat's head has been resting this whole time, to attempt and make contact with her other tit, at least with your thumb or something.

                                            >Doing that you lower your body and Sugar sees an opportunity in that. She immediately lines up for a kiss but you miss her lips intentionally and press your cheek to hers instead.

                                            "But I'm not. Statistically, I'm not. You know I'm right."

                                            >You have no idea if she keeps the score but you hope she does and also that it's actually in your favor.

                                            >Lack of response could be indicating that she is in fact trying to recount all the instances of you being this dumb. Or maybe that she has nothing to counter with.

                                            >This time, to prevent her from even coming up with a reply you finally put your lips on hers.

                                            >Not even for a moment does this girl hesitate to angle her head to make you open your mouth more and slip deeper into the kiss. She knows what you both want even if she never says it.

                                            >When she gets to taste your tongue again the hand that she's been securing yours against her body moves a bit, to slip her thin but persistent fingers right between yours.

                                            >At the same time her leg slides over yours as if to invite it to rest right between her pleasantly warm thighs, her toes brushing against your calf. That motion pushes you closer to her, bringing your crotch in full contact with her butt.

                                            >Hard to miss it now, she's ready for round two.

                                            >But you can't do it just like this, it would feel like you're rewarding her for lecturing you. You need to at least finish talking on a more pleasant topic.

                                            "But sure, I'll do better on the next date," you start when you finally break the kiss.

                                            >You really just want to get into a more romantic mood again, anything will do.

                                            >"If there's gonna be another one."

                                            >The hand you have over Sugarcoat's lithe frame disobeys her guidance and slides lower, way lower.

                                            >Sugar doesn't know what to do with her newly freed arm for a moment and wants to see what you're gonna do first. She understands your goal immediately once your fingers slip by her tender slit and then gently hook it on their way back.

                                            >The way your leg moves hers upwards makes her smile. She has no intention to prevent you from doing this.

                                            >You haven't been dating for long and this is like the third time you ended up in bed, but Sugarcoat already trusts that you have her pleasure in mind. Which is true, she has you all figured out.

                                            "You said the same thing the last time. Then you've put this date together all by yourself and were the one to invite me."

                                            >Another deep kiss makes sure she can't argue against your assumptions. Sugar doesn't protest however.

                                            >On the contrary, when you feel a sharp exhale burn your cheek you know you have to increase the intensity of your still tame rubbing.

                                            >Now dipping inside from time to time, your fingers dance around her lips and clit.

                                            >Sugarcoat is quick to find out about your own arousal, and as soon as she does her hips start moving as much as her almost pinned position allows her to, rubbing her butt against you.

                                            >You can't help but break your kiss and what you see is a gaze still determined to contradict your previous statement.

                                            >Her will to fight for the right to be right is commendable, but not right now.

                                            >Before she can either brag or try to deny anything, you let her know about your discoveries:

                                            "You've chosen a pretty cool location for the hottest day of the week, made sure it's a daytime date..."

                                            >Her neck is getting all the kisses now and you continue while moving to her shoulder:

                                            "...got a dress I've never seen before that goes with the deep ocean theme, you even had shoes to match it."

                                            >Her back arches a bit and you can feel her tense up.

                                            >Sugar is usually stone cold towards complements but you think you figured out how to butter her up. Noticing the nice things she wanted to be noticed to make her feel appreciated seems to be the way to go.

                                            >And also fingering her in the process might also be helping.

                                            "You had refreshments planned out and had us go home right when the sun started to go down."

                                            >The hand under Sugarcoat pinches her nipple and the girl gives you another labored breath, heard perfectly clear now that your kisses return to her head, now playing with her ear.

                                            >"Only to find out you have no AC in your room," she finally speaks up but she sounds like she doesn't want to continue the argument.

                                            "I know you're not against working a little sweat."

                                            >You only realize how not against it Sugarcoat is when you feel your tip brush against your own fingers that have been vigorously rubbing her off all this time.

                                            >The girl's body is at such an angle now it almost demands you take action.

                                            >In fact, the next thing she does is insist on that action: her hand shoots down between her legs and her fingers greedily get a hold of your member.

                                            >Sugarcoat lines you up and you respond by grabbing her leg and pushing yourself inside her as deep as you can.

                                            >The girl already has showcased her body's flexibility with that position, but when you get a hold of her soft thigh it moves effortlessly like she still has ways to bend beyond that.

                                            >Maybe it's not just her showing off: you soon realize that this angle feels really good for you both. Sugarcoat keeps it together for a while, but when your lips return to her neck, she lets out a little "Oh~" and touches your hand which makes you squeeze her leg.

                                            >Sugar isn't usually one for making a scene during sex; not that she's a cold dead log in bed, just not very forward with expressing how she feels, not vocally at least, it's all touches and other subtle signs with her.

                                            >So this little but very obvious moan feels really rewarding, like you're doing something special to her.

                                            >With one hand still playing with her nipple and the other sliding up and down her inner thigh, you have her locked and at your mercy. You move as much as possible, hammering at her tight pussy while listening to her shallow breaths for more clues of pleasure she can't quite contain.

                                            >You so want to hear her rare moan again so you keep kissing and licking her already glistening neck just to tease another uncharacteristic reaction out of her, just one more sign that you're making her feel better than ever before.

                                            >Working a bit more passion into it you plant your lips firmly on her skin, fully intending to give her a very obvious hickey, and that finally makes your lover respond.

                                            >It's probably an involuntary reaction, but Sugarcoat throws her head back in unbridled bliss. It hits your brow.

                                            "Ouff-"

                                            >You're more surprised than hurt, since you just got brushed by hair at worst, but this exact reaction seems to do it for Sugarcoat.

                                            >She starts kicking her feet lightly and you suddenly feel like it's impossible to move inside her, or even stay there at all.

                                            >Your hand moves from her leg to her belly in an attempt to feel what's going on, but it seems that these spams came and went in a moment's notice. All you get to feel is her heavy breathing under your palm.

                                            >Sugar attempts to turn her head towards you and you read her lips absentmindedly mumble something like "sorry" while she's giving you a slightly awkward smile, cheeks burning red from both passion and shame.

                                            >Her voice is so tiny you hear nothing but a half-whisper, but you'll excuse her under these circumstances.

                                            >After a few seconds of catching her breath she remembers where she is and guides your still stiff member back in her welcoming snath.

                                            >She wants to maintain this pose, but this time she keeps your hand close to her body where she found it, and you get as close to her sweaty back as you can.

                                            >Turns out an intimate hug like this is also stimulating to her in this hazy state of mind, as soon as you go in fully the girl once again lets out a satisfied sight.

                                            >This time you move a lot slower and your hand caresses every inch of her chest and belly. Paying attention to her reactions is a bit hard because she seems to be concentrating on something with her eyes closed.

                                            >You get a feeling she's trying to help you cum next with subtle but persistent movements of her ass, like she's attempting to match your rhythm.

                                            >She even syncs her breathing to it as if it's some sort of workout exercise for her.

                                            >Her confident motions, the smell of what's left of her perfume mixed with her sweat, her hand firmly keeping yours on her moving body, the warmth of her butt cheeks enveloping your crotch whenever she tries to meet your every thrust half-way...

                                            >It all starts getting a bit overwhelming and soon you can't help but mutter under your breath:

                                            "Oh, Sugar..."

                                            >The girl hears it, naturally, and blindly reaches behind your head to bring it closer to hers.

                                            >She twists her neck a bit and pushes you to give her a kiss that turns passionate and sloppy right away.

                                            >Feeling safe with her mouth sealed, she keeps giving you those heavy nose exhales one after the other and this of all things takes you over the edge.

                                            >It's just so intimate that she lets you know about her pleasure this way.

                                            >So just as this fatal kiss grows into a tongue sucking competition accompanied by almost-moans, you tighten your embrace on Sugarcoat's body and unload everything you still have left right inside your girl for the second time today.

                                            >The kiss is soon broken and for some time you're just panting into her hair, now even more messy from all that twisting and turning. When it's time to look your lover in the eyes you see her blush upon noticing your smile.

                                            >Maybe she's embarrassed about you noticing her tiny dainty orgasm? After all, you're pretty sure it's the first one she ever had with you.

                                            >You imagine it would be really like her to be embarrassed about something like this. But you won't press her on that subject.

                                            >She likes to keep her enjoyment concealed and wants you to discover her true feelings, so that's the game you're playing with her. She knows that you know, that's enough for you.

                                            >Although, it's much more likely that this is about her unintentionally hitting you. You won't press that matter too. It's also an expression of her emotions, right? Raw and out of her comfort zone.

                                            >You welcome it.

                                            >"It feels even hotter than during the day..." Sugar complains after you let her go and lie down on your back next to her.

                                            "Oh, that's just you burning with passion."

                                            >Your left hand is still under her head and you feel Sugarcoat moving a bit, but, strangely, no sarcastic reply comes from her. What, does that mean that you're correct for once?

                                            >Only then you notice her rolling on her side next to you.

                                            >"You're so sweaty, I'll stink of you for a whole week."

                                            >Well, you've been doing all the work this round. And the previous one...

                                            "Hah!"

                                            >Instead of giving her a retort, you just push the girl onto you with that tactically positioned hand of yours.

                                            >Despite her complaining, she has no problems giving you full body contact as she fits her tiny frame right between your arm and side.

                                            >Sugarcoat's head falls on your shoulder and a batch of her disheveled hair lands right on your eyes. Temporarily blindfolded by it you can only feel how her hand slowly moves across your chest.

                                            "Well then, how about we take a shower together next?"

                                            >"You have a shower? Feels like you don't use it very often."

                                            "I'm willing to make an exception if it's with you."

                                            >"...smartass."

                                            >That delayed statement is followed by a small gasp after her actual ass gets grabbed by your ever-mischievous hand.

                                            >But then you can feel her smile against your shoulder.

                                            >Even without seeing anything you can be sure it's all good by this girl.