Stealing Spree - Chapter 2239: Rumi's Boldness (1) *

Rumi’s hands explored my body with a newfound confidence I hadn’t seen before. It was like she had been waiting for this moment to show me that she, too, was willing to take the lead when it came to being intimate with me. And I was more than happy to follow her lead.

Her fingertips danced over my bare chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She then moved down to my stomach, tracing the lines of my abs that were pretty much hidden despite being toned enough to support me.

Rumi felt my muscles tense and flex beneath her touch and enjoyed the effect she had on me. “This body is tireless. You take care of everyone else except yourself,” she murmured, her voice a gentle caress with a touch of chipper scolding.

“Because you girls are the ones taking care of me.” I retorted with a smirk, catching her hand before it reached the waistband of my pants.

Rumi’s eyes widened before she let out a playful giggle, something she seldom displays. “Well then, it’s my turn to take care of you right now, shameless junior.”

“Mhm… I’m in your care then, Rumi.” I sincerely whispered, my voice filled with trust as I allowed her to take the reins.

Nonetheless, her words were like a spark to dry grass, igniting the fire of the desire within me. Spurred by her boldness, my hands slipped in from the side of her clothes, my fingers gradually rolling the fabric upwards, exposing her smooth, porcelain skin.

In response, Rumi’s hands returned to my waistband. They slowly slid to the button of my pants as she watched me like she was making a bold declaration on what she aimed to do.

She knew where this was heading and she wasn’t going to back out.

No. She was going to be the one to spearhead it and lead me.

With her cheeks reddening further, Rumi took a deep breath before she started unbuttoning my pants. Her eyes were a mix of excitement and nervousness as though she was going on an adventure and in that adventure were the two of us, sitting upon a cloud, enjoying the moment.

It was as if she was about to embark on a journey she had been longing for but was too shy to take the first step.

Although she already felt my hardness through my pants multiple times, this would be her first time seeing it in the flesh, standing proudly.

And knowing that she was the one who brought this upon me was making her even more embarrassed than usual. In any case, Rumi was not the type to back down from a challenge she had set herself. She was that diligent Club President after all.

Of course, I also didn’t remain idle. At the same time as the sound of my zipper being pulled down echoed within the room, I rolled her shirt up, revealing her naked breasts to me. They spilled out beautifully from underneath with a small bounce. They were a perfect handful, a perky shape with her pink cherries standing erect from the anticipation.

“They’re beautiful, Rumi.” I appreciatively whispered as I finished rolling her shirt, tucking it just above her chest.

Rumi inhaled, making her chest puffed up further as though inviting me to indulge. And without stopping on her mission down there, Rumi’s hand slipped into my boxers, pulling it down and freeing me. Her nervous fingers wrapped around its thickness as she attempted to keep it still. But my cock was quite relentless. It kept twitching within her hand.

She figured out that she had to do something. And the idea that popped into her head was to gently stroke it as she marveled at my size.

With gentle strokes, her shyness slowly gave way to a burning curiosity and desire. In the end, her eyes widened when she felt it pulsate in her grip. The heat of it was like a hot pot within her cool palm.

“W-what can I say? This is pretty daunting, shameless Ruki,” Rumi whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she finally managed to grip me firmly.

Her touch was warm and pleasurable as she tried to squeeze the thickness in one hand while her thumb brushed over the sensitive head gently.

“Sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about that…” I playfully said with a wink as I leaned in to pop one of her nipples with my mouth. Her taste was heavenly and I couldn’t get enough of it. My tongue circled it before I started to suck on it, making her moan in pleasure.

But Rumi wasn’t going to let me distract her from her ultimate task. She began to stroke me – clumsily at first but quickly finding a rhythm that had me groaning in pleasure.

She glanced down at me, whose mouth was full of her sweet flesh, her lips curving to a smirk underneath the crimson mask she was wearing.

From there, she understood that she, too, could also make me reel in pleasure and she was not going to let me dictate our pace again.

Rumi’s eyes eventually closed as she felt me grow harder in her hand.

I could feel it. My towering erection pulsated with every stroke she gave. Her touch was inexperienced but earnest and it was driving me wild.

I knew that she was feeling the same way as she gasped for air with every suck and every nibble I gave her.

But by the time I moved to her other inviting cherry, Rumi had already managed to bring me to a state where I could barely hold back.

My climax started building despite the girl only doing it for a minute. That’s how great the pleasure I was feeling from her touch was.

Slowly, Rumi inched closer, sliding forward from my lap and letting my cock rest between her soft thighs while showing me a glimpse of her wetness.

As the heat between her legs transferred over to me, Rumi’s hips began to rock gently, grinding us together.

The friction was maddening as she moaned softly close to my ear in response to my mouth’s playful assault on her sensitive nipples.

With the way she looked at me with those dark, hungry eyes, I knew Rumi was ready to take the next step later.

But for now, she wanted to leave me something that would make me more eager to return. She leaned in closer and whispered with her breath hot on my sensitive neck.

“Ruki, take me… make me yours.”