[ Hands? Rinne already fears his grip on Ai's hands and hips, and it's not that Ai is delicate, but his hands are worse than the rest of him, so if he's going to use them, he'd rather do it when he won't have to worry about how she's supposed to explain her own bruises. So, new plan: against Ai's wishes, Rinne pauses, but only to lift her into his arms and onto his lap. Gravity helps them bottom out and settle in, and he kisses her to ease the burning stretch of her. I love you, please touch me — Ai can keep telling him all of that in that sweet voice of hers. Rinne will be busy giving her what she asked for.
The hand on Ai's hips pushes them down and squeezes the swell of her ass. The hand that held her own slides up her waist and kneads her rosy breast. Then, as Rinne tweaks her nipple and makes her grind against him, he remembers what had happened in the bath and gently nibbles her ear. He murmurs into her ear, the words sultry and low. ]
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The hand on Ai's hips pushes them down and squeezes the swell of her ass. The hand that held her own slides up her waist and kneads her rosy breast. Then, as Rinne tweaks her nipple and makes her grind against him, he remembers what had happened in the bath and gently nibbles her ear. He murmurs into her ear, the words sultry and low. ]
Your turn.
[ Didn't she want to touch him properly? ]