The fourth day unfurled in the Hale household like a velvet curtain parting to reveal uncharted realms of sensation, the morning sun filtering through Elena's bedroom curtains to caress Richard's borrowed skin. He lay there in her body, every nerve ending alive and humming, the residual heat from last night's explorations still simmering between her thighs. The air felt charged against her bare flesh, goosebumps rising as he stretched languidly, feeling the weight of her breasts shift and settle, nipples tightening into firm peaks that begged for friction. A low thrum of need pulsed in her core, her pussy already slick with the first hints of arousal, lips swelling subtly as if anticipating his touch.
Richard's hand drifted downward almost instinctively now, fingers grazing the soft inner curve of her thigh before cupping the mound of her pussy. The heat there was intoxicating, radiating through his palm as he parted the folds, exposing the sensitive inner flesh to the room's gentle draft. Her clit throbbed under his fingertip, engorged and slick, and he pressed down with a slow circle, the direct pressure sending a jolt straight up her spine. 'God, this sensitivity... it's like fire under my skin,' he breathed in her soft, husky voice, the sound vibrating through her chest and amplifying the ache. He dipped two fingers inside, the tight channel welcoming them with a greedy clench, walls rippling around the intrusion as he thrust shallowly, coating them in her abundant wetness.
The rhythm built gradually, his thumb joining to rub her clit in tandem, each stroke syncing with the curl of his fingers against that spongy inner wall. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the building pressure, breaths coming in sharp gasps that made her breasts heave. Pleasure coiled tighter in her belly, a molten tension that spread to her toes and fingertips, until it snapped—her pussy contracting in fierce spasms, juices squirting in hot bursts over his hand and wrist, body arching off the mattress in a wave of shuddering release. He kept moving through it, drawing out the contractions until she collapsed, limbs trembling, the tangy scent of her arousal filling the air as he licked his fingers clean, savoring the intimate flavor that was now so familiar.
Downstairs, the family breakfast unfolded with its usual rhythm, but Richard's focus was fractured by the constant awareness of Elena's body. Seated at the table in a loose tank top and shorts, he felt the fabric rasp against her still-sensitive nipples with every movement, the thin material doing little to hide their prominence. Mom passed the cereal, chatting about weekend plans, while Dad nodded absently and Mia scrolled on her phone. Elena, across from him in his body, shot him a heated glance, her eyes—his eyes—tracing the line of his neck down to where her cleavage swelled invitingly. Under the table, her foot hooked around his ankle, sliding up her calf in a slow, deliberate caress that made his skin tingle and her pussy clench anew.
He shifted in his seat, the motion pressing the seam of her shorts against her folds, reigniting sparks that had him biting back a moan. 'Later,' she mouthed silently, flexing his bicep as she reached for the milk, the casual display of his own strength sending a possessive thrill through him. Richard nodded, her long hair brushing her shoulders, already imagining the ways he'd explore her form further today. The meal dragged on with stolen touches—her knee nudging his thigh, his fingers brushing hers in passing—each contact layering fuel on the fire smoldering in his veins.
With classes canceled for a campus holiday, Richard had the day to immerse himself in Elena's routine, but the home office called to him like a siren's song. Locking the door behind him, he stripped methodically, standing nude before the mirror to appraise her body in the daylight. Elena's reflection stared back: curves lush and inviting, skin flushed with anticipation, pussy lips parted slightly from his earlier attentions, glistening faintly. He ran his hands over her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, then upward to squeeze her breasts, thumbs flicking the nipples until they ached deliciously. The mirror amplified everything—the way her ass cheeks jiggled when he turned, the quiver of her thighs as arousal dripped down her leg.
Dropping to the desk chair, he spread her legs wide, feet propped on the edge, giving himself full access. One hand teased her entrance, three fingers plunging deep into the soaked heat, the stretch making her gasp as her walls stretched and gripped. He fucked her steadily, the wet squelch echoing in the quiet room, while his other hand pinched and pulled at her clit, the dual assault building a frantic rhythm. Sensations layered intensely: the burn of penetration, the electric buzz on her nub, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust of his arm. Sweat beaded on her skin, breaths ragged, until climax tore through her—pussy gushing around his fingers, thighs quaking as she cried out softly, the orgasm rippling outward in endless waves that left her slumped, fingers still buried inside, pulsing with aftershocks.
Mid-morning brought a venture outside, the backyard pool shimmering under the sun. With the family out running errands, Richard had solitude to push boundaries. He slipped into Elena's bikini, the bottoms riding up between her ass cheeks, the top barely containing her breasts as he dove in. The cool water lapped at her skin like a lover's tongue, shocking her nipples into harder points and making her pussy throb with the chill. Surfacing, he floated on his back, the water buoying her curves, but the need was insistent. Treading water near the edge, he reached down, fingers finding her clit through the wet fabric, rubbing in urgent circles that parted the material slightly.
The contrast of cold water and building heat was maddening—her body heating from within as she plunged fingers inside, the pool's resistance adding friction to each thrust. Bubbles rose around her hand as she pumped faster, free hand clutching the poolside, moans muffled by the splash. Orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down, a muffled scream escaping as she squirted into the water, body convulsing until she clung to the edge, panting, the bikini askew and soaked.
Elena returned briefly for lunch, pulling him into the laundry room for a stolen interlude. 'Tell me how it feels,' she demanded in his voice, her hands—his hands—roaming over Elena's body, cupping her breasts and thumbs circling the nipples until Richard whimpered. He guided her hand lower, pressing her fingers against his pussy, showing her the slick readiness. 'Like every touch is amplified... so wet, so needy,' he confessed, grinding against her palm. She fingered him roughly, two thick digits stretching her wide, thumb on the clit, while he reached into his pants, stroking the hard cock with firm pulls that made it leak profusely. They came together quickly—her pussy spasming, soaking Elena's hand; his cock spurting cum into his underwear—the shared intensity leaving them breathless and grinning.
Afternoon blurred into more private indulgence as Richard retreated to Elena's bathroom for a long, exploratory shower. Steam filled the space, water cascading over her skin like warm rain, rivulets tracing paths down her breasts, over her navel, to pool at her pussy. He soaped her body slowly, hands lathering her breasts, fingers pinching sudsy nipples that sent zings of pleasure downward. Between her legs, the slick soap mixed with her arousal, his fingers sliding easily into her, three now, scissoring to open her up as the showerhead's pulse beat against her clit.
He angled the water directly on her nub, the steady pressure like a vibrating tongue, while his fingers curled inside, hitting that spot relentlessly. The steam heightened every sensation—the heat enveloping her, water pounding, fullness building—until she shattered, knees buckling as her pussy squirted against the tile, orgasm echoing in her cries that blended with the spray.
Dinner with the family was a exquisite torment, Richard hyper-aware of Elena's body under the dinner dress, the fabric teasing her sensitized skin. Seated next to Elena, her hand found his thigh under the tablecloth, inching upward to brush her pussy lips through the thin barrier, making him stifle a gasp. He retaliated by palming his cock discreetly, squeezing the base to feel it throb, their eyes locking in silent challenge. The meal ended with them excusing themselves early, converging in the hallway for a heated makeout—her tongue in his mouth, his hand down her pants jerking the shaft, her fingers circling his clit until they both trembled on the edge, pulling back with promises of night.
As darkness fell, Richard delved deeper into Elena's toy drawer, selecting a vibrating wand this time. Lying on her bed, he pressed it to her clit on low, the buzz sending immediate tremors through her core, pussy clenching emptily. He teased himself, circling the edges, dipping fingers inside to fill the void, the vibrations traveling deep. Building speed, he fucked her with four fingers now, the stretch bordering on overwhelming, wand grinding hard against her clit. The dual stimulation was cataclysmic—body seizing, pussy flooding in a massive squirt that soaked the bed, screams muffled into a pillow as waves crashed endlessly.
Across the house, Elena mirrored his explorations, but Richard's night ended with him tracing lazy patterns on her skin, savoring the afterglow, body sated yet craving more. The system's voice chimed softly: Day four complete. Three days remain. Intimacies deepen.