Hana's face was flushed with warmth, her fingers curled nervously around the edge of the sheets as the soft, golden glow of the apartment's lamp bathed the room in a gentle hue. Her heart pounded in her chest, loud and heavy, as if echoing the moment that was about to unfold. The laughter and teasing from earlier had faded into a tense, electric stillness. Aisha rested beside her, cheeks pink with mischief and satisfaction, while Mei, Aoi, and Akemi lay in various states of embrassment, watching with fluttering hearts and burning curiosity.
Ito slowly turned to Hana, who was still sitting on his lap, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt, eyes darting between him and the others.
He reached forward, gently cupping her cheek.
"Hana," he said softly, his voice laced with warmth, "Lie down... I'll take care of everything."
Her eyes widened behind her glasses, breath hitching. Her lips trembled slightly, but she nodded without hesitation. "O-Okay..." she whispered.
Ito sat up, the sheets rustling softly, and Hana slowly laid back, her long dark hair spreading across the white pillow like a silken fan. Her legs were bent slightly, knees trembling from anticipation. Her round glasses slipped slightly, and Ito leaned forward to adjust them, a smile forming.
"Still shy even now," he murmured.
Hana let out a soft laugh, turning her head slightly, flustered beyond measure.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. Then her nose. Then her lips. Each kiss slow, drawn out, almost reverent. Hana's arms reached up slowly, resting against his back, pulling him just a little closer.
He took his time, brushing his lips down her neck, kissing along the collar of her blouse. Her scent was soft, flowery, and unmistakably Hana. His fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt, slowly undoing each one with care. As the blouse loosened, he revealed the soft swell of her large breasts, confined in a lacy cream-colored bra.
"You're beautiful, Hana," Ito whispered.
Hana turned red instantly, covering her face with her hands. "D-Don't say it like that... I'll melt..."
Aisha giggled from the side. "You better get used to it, Hana-chan. He says that a lot—because it's true."
Ito smiled and leaned down again, this time trailing kisses from her collarbone down to the top of her chest, watching as her body shivered beneath him. With slow, careful hands, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The moment it loosened, her full breasts spilled slightly out, pale and soft, her pink nipples standing up in the cool air.
"I-Incredible..." Ito breathed.
Hana covered her eyes again, whimpering. "Don't stare so much... It's embarrassing..."
"But you're so cute when you're embarrassed," he teased gently.
Aoi and Mei peeked from behind a pillow they were holding, both of them blushing furiously. Akemi, lounging at the edge of the bed, tilted her head curiously, watching Hana's reaction.
"Her body's even more sensitive than Aisha's," Akemi observed, a touch of amusement in her voice. "Look how her thighs tremble."
Ito moved lower, his hands slowly sliding over Hana's waist, then down to the curve of her wide hips. He kissed her stomach gently, pressing his lips just above her navel, feeling her twitch.
"I-I'm really nervous..." Hana whispered, her voice nearly breaking.
"I know," Ito said, looking into her eyes again. "But I'll be gentle. We'll go slow."
She nodded, and he slid his hands down to the waistband of her skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled it down. Her thighs shifted shyly together, her soft white panties the only thing left. Ito took a moment to run his hand gently over her thighs, feeling her skin quiver at his touch. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, causing her to yelp.
"I-Ito..."
He looked up at her. "You okay?"
She bit her lower lip and gave a tiny nod. "Y-Yeah... I want this. I want you."
With utmost care, he hooked his fingers around her panties and slid them down slowly. Hana's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling visibly as her body was exposed completely. Her face was burning red, but she didn't cover herself—she looked directly at him.
Ito positioned himself between her legs, and instead of rushing, he leaned down again, kissing along her thighs and hips, worshipping her slowly. Hana's fingers gripped the sheets tightly.
Behind them, Mei was biting her lip, her thighs pressed together. Aoi had buried her face in a pillow, peeking with one eye. Aisha, now fully recovered, sat up behind them and smirked.
"Hana-chan's face is priceless," she whispered.
"I hate how calm you are about all this," Mei whispered back.
"That's because I've already had him~" Aisha grinned, winking.
Ito kissed Hana again—deep, slow, and warm—as he pressed himself gently against her. She gasped as she felt him, her body tensing.
"Breathe," he whispered into her ear.
"O-Okay..."
And slowly, gently, Ito entered her.
Hana's eyes widened, her hands gripping his arms tightly. Her body trembled, a gasp escaping her lips as he moved just a little more. He paused every few seconds, giving her time to adjust, watching her face carefully. Her glasses fogged slightly, and a few tears gathered at the corners of her eyes—but she smiled.
"You're inside me... Ito... I'm so happy..."
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers.
"Me too, Hana..."
And he moved—slow, measured, careful. The room was filled with her soft gasps, her moans, the gentle creaking of the bed. The others watched silently, the teasing forgotten, the mood shifting from comedic to almost sacred.
Hana's moans grew louder, her legs wrapping around his waist slowly as her body adjusted. She was so warm, so tight, and every movement brought her closer to him.
"Ito... Ito... Ito..." she whispered, over and over.
He kissed her deeply, holding her close, pouring all his emotion into every thrust, every touch, every breath.
Time seemed to slow for the two of them, as if the world faded away.
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END OF CHAPTER : 51 : ALL OF US : PART : 3 : HANA'S FIRST TIME!
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A/N: Power Stone if you liked the chapter.
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