Aya’s fingers stayed locked around his wrist under the blanket.
Renji didn’t slow down.
He kept the light, relentless circles over her clit through the damp cotton of her panties, mouth still against her ear, breath warm.
Every time she tried to shift away he simply followed with his hand, never giving her enough space to escape the stimulation.
Lira’s soft breathing continued on his other side, steady and unaware.
“Renji—” Aya’s voice was barely a thread of sound. “We can’t… she’ll wake up—”
“Then stay quiet.”
He pressed a little harder.
Aya’s hips jerked.
A tiny, strangled noise escaped before she could stop it.
He felt her thighs tense, then tremble as the first orgasm built without mercy.
There was no long climb this time—she had already been half-aroused from the teasing, and his fingers knew exactly where to stay.
He rubbed her through the panties in tight, perfect circles until her whole body went rigid against him.
She came with her face pressed into the pillow, mouth open in a silent cry, cunt pulsing hard enough that he could feel it even through the fabric. Her grip on his wrist turned bruising.
He worked her through every wave, not letting the pressure ease until the last tremor faded.
The second she started to sag, he slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties and touched her bare, soaked clit directly.
Aya’s eyes flew open in the dark.
“Wait—too soon—”
He ignored her.
Two fingers framed her clit and rubbed with slow, merciless precision while his thumb occasionally dipped lower to gather more wetness.
She was still fluttering from the first orgasm. The overstimulation hit her immediately. Her free hand shot up and clamped over her own mouth.
Her thick thighs squeezed together around his hand, but he simply forced them apart again with his knee and kept going.
{She’s already shaking. Good. We’re not stopping.}
The second orgasm crashed into her faster than the first. Aya’s back arched.
A wet, muffled whimper leaked past her palm. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around nothing while clear fluid soaked his fingers and the crotch of her panties.
He didn’t stop rubbing. He rode the orgasm out of her until her legs were shaking and her breathing had turned into short, desperate pulls of air through her nose.
Still no recovery.
Renji hooked his fingers in her panties and dragged them down to mid-thigh, leaving them stretched between her legs like a restraint.
He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, curling them hard against the spot that always made her see white, while the heel of his hand ground against her swollen clit.
Aya’s entire body jolted.
“Renji—please—I can’t—”
“You can.”
He fucked her with his fingers in deep, steady strokes, palm slapping softly against her clit on every thrust.
The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. Aya’s hips moved helplessly to meet him even as her head shook back and forth against the pillow.
Tears of pure overstimulation gathered at the corners of her eyes. Her free hand clawed at the sheets.
Lira shifted slightly in her sleep. Both of them froze for half a second. Then the fairy’s breathing evened out again.
Renji resumed like nothing had happened.
He built the third orgasm with ruthless patience. Every time Aya’s walls started fluttering harder he slowed just enough to keep her on the edge, then drove her back up again. Her muffled moans turned continuous.
Her thighs were soaked.
The muscles in her lower stomach kept jumping under his forearm.
“One more,” he whispered against her ear. “Give it to me.”
He pressed down on her clit with the heel of his hand and curled his fingers at the same time.
Aya broke.
The third orgasm ripped through her with almost no warning. Her mouth opened in a silent scream against the pillow.
Her cunt clamped down hard on his fingers, and then she squirted—hard, uncontrollable pulses of clear fluid that soaked the sheets between her legs and sprayed across his wrist and the mattress. She kept coming in long, shuddering waves, body locked up and trembling, completely unable to stop the mess she was making.
Renji worked her through every second of it, fingers still moving, palm still pressing, until the last weak spurt left her and she collapsed like her bones had turned to water.
Only then did he ease his hand away.
Aya lay there gasping, panties stretched around her thighs, night skirt rucked up to her waist, a dark wet patch spreading under her on the bed.
Her whole body twitched with residual spasms. She couldn’t even close her legs properly.
Renji wiped his fingers on her inner thigh, pulled her panties back into place with casual efficiency, and settled the blanket over both of them again.
He pressed a light kiss to the side of her neck, right over an old mark.
“Sleep,” he murmured. “If you can.”
Aya made a broken, exhausted sound that might have been a curse or a sob.
Her hand found his under the blanket and squeezed once—weak, accusing, and still somehow holding on.
On his other side, Lira slept on, undisturbed, one wing still draped loosely across his chest.
Renji closed his eyes with his cock still hard and his hand resting possessively on the wet heat between Aya’s thighs.
The night was only half over and my man decided his MILF girlfriend ain't getting any sleep at all.