"Haa... I’ll be boiled in hot oil once I reach hell," Amanda muttered as she lay flat on her stomach while her boyfriend gently massaged her back.
"Stop saying things like that. Besides, it’s not like I’m the only one who does things for the other," Kyle said sternly, his hands working over her shoulders.
"But still... I feel like, as your girlfriend, I should be doing more. Cooking you meals, taking care of chores, something." Amanda protested, her eyes half-closed in comfort.
Throughout their relationship, she had always been the one receiving his care, and it constantly left her feeling guilty.
Sensing what was on her mind, Kyle spoke up.
"If you really want to do something for me, spar with me sometime."
Amanda let out a surprised hum. "Where did that come from?"
Kyle sighed.
"I’ve been thinking, Amanda. Most of my fights have been against monsters. Opponents I never had to hold back against. If a punch landed harder than I intended, the worst outcome was their death, and that didn’t matter."
His shoulders relaxed as his hands moved down to massage her lower back.
"But I have a feeling that once I start at the academy, I’ll be forced into duels against people I can’t seriously injure."
Amanda chuckled.
"That’s definitely going to happen." Stretching her arms lazily, she continued, "The instructors arrange duels every now and then because real combat is always the best teacher."
Kyle nodded.
"Exactly. I need experience fighting people without seriously hurting them."
Amanda tilted her head before glancing back at him.
"Are you sure, though? That you want to fight me?"
Without warning, she lifted her legs and expertly trapped his arms between them.
Her flexibility was so incredible that Kyle couldn’t help staring as her legs wrapped around both his arms and torso.
"You know," Amanda said with a teasing smile, "I can get pretty aggressive in a fight."
Instead of trying to pull away, Kyle leaned closer.
Amanda’s legs smoothly shifted, locking around his waist instead. Bracing one forearm beside her face, he lowered himself until they were only inches apart.
"Then be prepared," he said, a confident grin spreading across his face, "because I’ll respond in kind and show you just how much stronger I’ve become."
Amanda’s cheeks flushed, warmth spreading across her face as her eyes narrowed.
"Is that so?" she challenged with a faint smile. "Then show me. Right now."
This time, Kyle answered without a word.
He caught both of her wrists with one hand and gently pinned them above her head.
Amanda’s brows lifted in surprise as his free hand traced a slow path from her cheek to the side of her neck before gliding down to her waist.
Her breathing grew slightly uneven, her gaze instinctively following every movement of his hand.
His fingers came to rest at the waistband of her jeans, giving it a light tug as a playful grin tugged at his lips.
"Time for my payment, missy," he murmured. "Now, try not to squirm too much, okay?"
Amanda couldn’t respond, her chest heaving in anticipation.
Kyle didn’t make her wait for long and simply unbuttoned her jeans first.
He slid the zipper down with deliberate care, the soft rasp filling the quiet room and making her heart drum against her chest.
His hand slipped beneath the loosened waistband, fingers brushing over the warm skin of her lower belly before dipping lower.
"Aah..." Amanda’s breath hitched as his palm cupped her through the thin fabric of her panties.
He started with soft, slow circles, massaging her panty-clad lower lips with gentle pressure.
"Mm..." She twisted faintly, the gentle touch making her moan in delight and excitement.
The heat of her arousal already soaked through the material, warm and inviting against his fingertips.
He traced the outline of her folds unhurriedly, pressing just enough to tease her sensitive flesh without rushing.
Her hips twitched instinctively, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. Kyle kept his touch light and rhythmic, letting the slow friction build her need as he watched her face.
Amanda’s cheeks burned deeper, her eyes fluttering half-closed while her chest rose and fell faster.
She tried to keep still, but her thighs parted slightly on their own, craving more of that maddening contact.
"That’s it," Kyle murmured, his voice low and only meant for her to hear. "Just feel it."
He continued the teasing strokes, his fingers gliding up and down her covered slit, occasionally pressing firmer against her swelling clit before easing back.
Each pass drew fresh wetness from her, the fabric growing slicker under his hand.
Amanda’s hips rolled forward, pressing her soaked panties harder against his fingers. She ground herself against his hand in slow, needy circles, chasing the friction with growing desperation.
Her breathing turned ragged, soft moans slipping out as her body trembled beneath him. "Kyle...this spar is too torturous," she pleaded, her voice husky and breathless. "Touch me properly. I need your fingers on me."
A grin spread across Kyle’s face at her plea. He hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled the damp fabric aside.
His fingertips finally brushed her bare pussy, gliding over her slick, swollen folds. The direct contact made Amanda gasp sharply, her back arching off the bed.
He traced her wet slit with slow, deliberate strokes, spreading her arousal as he explored her smooth heat. Her juices coated his fingers, making every teasing glide smoother and more intimate.
Amanda whimpered, her thighs quivering around him while she pushed herself against his hand, silently begging for more.
His fingers parted her slick folds and slid inside her with ease. Two thick digits sank deep into her tight, dripping heat in one smooth thrust, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot within.
"Aahh!" Amanda cried out, her walls clenching hard around him as fresh wetness gushed over his hand.
Kyle didn’t hold back. He pumped his fingers steadily, thrusting in and out while his thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed firm circles over it, teasing every spot where she was weak.
Her body responded instantly, hips bucking wildly against his hand. Soft, needy moans spilled from her lips as her thighs shook around his arm.
With her arms completely locked, her body was like a dying dish, thrashing and swaying but couldn’t keep the excitement.
The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers plunging into her soaked pussy filled the room.
"You are so wet right now," he murmured, quickening the pace. He curled his fingers again, hitting that perfect angle with every stroke.
Amanda’s eyes rolled back, her back arching sharply. Her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around his digits as pleasure built fast and overwhelming.
Within moments her whole body tensed, trembling violently as a powerful orgasm crashed through her.
She came hard on his fingers, crying out his name while her pussy pulsed and gushed, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath her.
Kyle kept fingering her through it, drawing out every shudder and wave until she was left panting and limp, flushed and glistening with sweat.
Grinning, he said, "Surely, you couldn’t go back like this now, could you?"
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A/N:- Thanks for reading.