As his tongue sweeps against her sensitive nipple, Clara’s back arches up immediately and she attempts to press her chest further against his mouth.
"Ha... Ah... mmh... Hard, lick it properly..."
Zane doesn’t make her wait as his mouth open wider and took more of her breast inside. Slurp...
His hands wrap over her breasts, his fingers press and knead the sides of her soft boobs while his mouth tends to her nipple.
With every stroke of his tongue, her head thrashes against the pillow, her hips lift to grind against his. "Ah... mmh...!" Her moans become more frequent and needy as she pulls his face tighter against her breast, with incredible force.
His face crushes against her breast, but instead of struggling, he uses her nipple as leverage to gain some control over her movement. His jaw works harder as he sucks and licks the sensitive area around her nipple with an increasing force. Slurp... Gluck...
"Hng...! W...wait, not this hard!" She tries to tug back at his hair, but finds her hands weak because of the pleasure. Her cries go louder, echoing in the room, her hips grind hard against his hip, her leg wraps tight around his waist as she grinds herself against the bulge peeking out of his trousers.
"Mm... Slurp! Ha.." Zane continues his movement despite her plea. The sticky, wet sound of her damp skirt grinding against his trousers makes him unsure whether she wants him to slow down or go harder.
Pulling from her swollen nipple, he switches to her other breast, repeating the process of licking and sucking once again renewed vigor. Every twitch of her hips meet his own hardening length, pressuring against each other until a trickle of trickle of liquid becomes visible between the fabrics.
"Hng... Hah... Wait! Jack, I... I—!"
She couldn’t finish her words as her orgasm crashes over her, violently. The heels of her feet dig hard into his lower back, pulling his hardness harder against her throbbing pelvis. The tremors run through her whole body, making her toes curl against the mattress.
Slowly, the tremor subsides. Her breathing becomes slow as her eyes find him.
"Hah... Bastard of a husband, I told you to stop... now, I have dirtied my clothes before sleeping..." she says with a weak smile before her hips twitch once again in the final protest and then goes still.
Zane gives a last, soft and gentle lick on her nipple before lifting his head up. He glances down at the situation between their hips for a moment and just sighs.
She had her orgasm... but I was also seconds away from it... I can already feel myself softening now. Bad luck, I guess.
He looks up at her face next, and noticing the tired but satisfied expression on her face makes his disappointment vanish very quickly. Reluctantly, he moves away from his position and slides himself to her side. Though he still doesn’t leave her side, his arm wraps around her waist as he curls against her and murmurs.
"Don’t blame me... You were the one attacking my hips."
She lets out a tired giggle at that, "Attack? Hm... then, I guess I won in my attack." She looks at the arm which he has trapped with his body now. Her smile grows warm as she reaches with her free hand and starts rubbing his head slowly.
"Are you going to keep holding me like this? I have to change my clothes too, you know...?"
"Is it important...?" Zane mumbles against her forearm, his eyes already closed as the movement of her fingers makes his eyelids heavy.
She lets out a small huff at his question, "Well, it is! It’s weird to sleep while feeling wet against my clothes." Though she makes no move to pull away, her fingers keep threading through his hair as she watches him silently.
Her own eyes threaten to close now, and the effort to wash herself feels like lifting a mountain. Slowly, she reaches for the blanket at the end of the bed and pulls it over their bodies. She finally lets her eyes close, her cheek drops against his head as she lets out a final mumble before falling into a deep slumber.
"But... It’s not as important as you, I think."
[Synchronization rate: 20%]
[Host has taken over the major part of Jack’s life. The changes are happening around you.]
[Clara’s character description can be opened soon, if the host continues asserting his ’will’ on Jack’s body.]
Her final words before she slept and the notifications in his head are the only things he hears before he also drifts into sleep, while remaining in her embrace.
The seconds bleed into minutes and then minutes into hours, but both of them remain holding each other.
They sleep without any dreams or nightmares. For both Zane and Clara, it might be the first peaceful night that they have had in months or perhaps years.
The sharp morning sunlight is what wakes Zane from his slumber. This light comes through the window and falls directly against his face, making him squint his eyes.
The first thing he notices is the absence of warmth beside him. The memory of last night is still vivid in his mind, and it brings a sudden panic within him as he quickly looks around the room. After confirming that he is still in this world, he finally relaxes again.
Huh... I freaked out for a second. I would have gone insane if I had woken up in my apartment.
He climbs off the bed, and then he notices something else in his body. As he tries to move his limbs to test his observation, the situation becomes clear to him.
I feel like I can control this body even more now... there are still some urges to move in a particular way, but it doesn’t feel like a burden like yesterday.
Soon, his steps move toward the door and then the stairs. The notifications that he heard last night make sense now. The increase in synchronization also makes his ability to control more robust, and he becomes able to assert his own intentions rather than following Jack’s instincts.
But... What was that thing about Clara? Description...? I cannot remember it properly...
The moment he appears on the ground floor, the fresh smell of something delicious reaches him from the kitchen. His steps become faster as he moves toward the kitchen. Then, he enters inside, and there she is.
Wearing fresh and dried clothes, with her hair tied back in a ponytail, Clara stands there. She is busy again, but when she hears the sound of his footsteps, her head turns slightly to look at him.
Her familiar, gentle, and knowing smile appears on her lips.
"Good morning... Slept well, darling?"