[Rinne doesn't know how to deal with this. Ai grinds herself on his hand and he groans as he feels every roll, squeeze and pulse of her walls around his fingers. It's terrible because he should be thinking about this, but how much tighter would she be if he could slide himself in? He's thought about it well before this trip. He's thought about it ever since he said he'd marry her. He doesn't want to admit that, though. How disgusting would it be if he said that now?
But then Ai says—]
Me?
[Her eyes are so honest that Rinne can't bear to meet them. It's bad enough that he can't hide his flushed skin and trembling breath. But another shameful thought creeps into his mind, and he can't help but ask—]
no subject
But then Ai says—]
Me?
[Her eyes are so honest that Rinne can't bear to meet them. It's bad enough that he can't hide his flushed skin and trembling breath. But another shameful thought creeps into his mind, and he can't help but ask—]
Not anyone else?