Chapter 43 – Her Room

Chapter 43 – Her Room

John had not been to Rave’s actual room before. They typically hung out in the video game area instead. The order in which their relationship progressed was jumbled. John was fine with that.

Stepping into her room was like being embraced by Rave’s entire personality. Everything from the fuzzy red carpet to the techno merchandise plastering the walls was flashy and colourful. He recognized Monstercat and Tomorrowland, everything else was outside his frame of reference. Two windows allowed light to flood in, illuminating largely unused beanbags and a large palm plant that made sure the corner it stood in didn’t feel as empty. A gaming laptop occupied a black table, right next to her absurdly large bed. The mattress was barely visible under the myriad of pink and black pillows.

The air was pregnant with his girlfriend’s scent: sweet with a note of peppermint. There were some items scattered about, some dust on surfaces that were rarely used, but by and large it was clean. It only made him feel worse about the mess he still had at home.

“Ya like it?” Rave asked, after closing the door. Nervously, she twirled one of the long strands of her hair around her index finger.

“It’s exactly how I would have imagined your room,” John responded and smiled at her. “I love it.”

Rave let out a little breath of relief, then grabbed him by the hand. “Great. Now.” She guided him to the bed and then shoved him onto the pillows. After a few small bounces, he came to a rest. “I think I owe ya some photos.”

John had actually forgotten about that. With what else had happened after the second Spectre fight, it had slipped his mind. Now reminded of that promise, he grinned and pulled out his smartphone. “How about you strike some poses for me?” he requested.

Rave smiled at the camera. A wolfish, hungry smile, that only vanished when she started stretching. One arm raised to the ceiling, the other holding onto the elbow, legs straight and hips ever so slightly pushed out. The loose top revealed the belly button of her athletic midriff. Stretch jeans were mildly wrinkled around her balanced thighs. The phone made a clicking sound.

Rave’s hands wandered behind her back. Smiling wide, she bowed forwards. John’s heart throbbed at the cute, gleeful expression she gave him. The loose top this time gave him a nice, deep view down her chest, showing off the white bra she wore today. The phone made a clicking sound.

Rave turned around, placed her feet far apart, and put her hands on her hips. A shift and her butt became a pronounced work of art, one cheek stretched, the other underlined by a deep crease, both round and drool-inducing. She smiled over her shoulder, mischievous and waiting eagerly. The phone made a clicking sound.

Her perky, pink nipples revealed, she got back to work. Rave’s body started to softly wind in the pillows. Pleasure coursed through her, replacing her teasing glances with eyes full of longing. They wandered between the camera and his cock.

John moved closer by instinct. First, he took close shots of her pussy. The constant rubbing and lust turned the pretty pink of her lips into a reddish shade. Sexier, rawer, and still so gorgeous. The fingers pumping in and out of her petals were wet – although no longer because of saliva.

He moved upwards, slowly, taking close-up shots of her entire body. Finally, he arrived at her face. Her flustered cheeks and depraved eyes. He couldn’t resist and sat over her face, his dick just above her glossy, full lips. “Suck it.”

Immediately, she followed the order. Glossy pink lips wrapped around the head. Her tongue probed the underside of his glans, then moved in circles when she found the sensitive spot. Rave may not have gained Skills like him, but she learned what to do the normal way. Moving her head in small, swaying motions, she sucked him in deeper. More confident and more expressive than she had been the first few times.

Her head glided back and forth. Still, that chaos of her pink mane didn’t get in the way. Slurping sounds filled the room. Rave put as much of him into her mouth as the angle allowed. The phone kept on making clicking sounds. An album’s worth of depravity was being created. Tingles rushed up his spine. Through half-lidded eyes, she kept staring up at the camera, up at him. As the wet noises coming from her pussy increased in frequency, her gaze eventually became distant. She was still looking in the direction of the camera, but no longer at it.

So close to climax, John’s cock popped out of her mouth. Panting heavily, Rave moaned, “I’m cumming!” She was spasming underneath him and he was too far gone to muster the patience to wait. The perfect fapping material right there in front of him.

Rubbing himself to completion, he shot rope after rope of his semen over her gorgeous face. As she was getting covered, she gasped and laughed, still writhing in her own orgasm. Cum soiled her face, her finely swung eyebrows, and soaked into the strands that ran criss-cross across her face.

The last photo he took was of her moving her fingers towards her face. Some of the semen running down her features had been scooped up. Face flush, in the middle of panting, her tongue extended like she was about to taste a great delicacy.

She knew how to drive him wild. He repaid her many times over for the sight.

Their relationship was off to a good start.