I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 73: How many Rounds Part 2

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "Oh, I wouldn’t dare."

Her smile turned wicked, her hand sliding down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of where he wanted her most. "Good," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because I have so many more ideas I want to try."

Helen’s grin widened as she straddled Junior, her hips hovering just above his. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "Let’s try something new," she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief. "I read about this position in a book. It’s called the face-off."

Junior raised an eyebrow, his hands instinctively gripping her waist. "Face-off? What’s that?"

She smirked, her fingers trailing down his chest. "It’s where I sit on you, but we face each other. It’s supposed to be... intimate. Like, really intimate." She paused, her eyes locking with his. "And it’s supposed to increase the pleasure... a lot."

Junior’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Well, who am I to argue with a book?"

Helen laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "Good answer," she murmured, shifting her hips until she positioned herself above him. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her breath hitching as he filled her completely.

Their eyes locked, the intensity between them palpable. Helen’s movements were slow and deliberate, each roll of her hips sending waves of pleasure through both of them. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Feel good?"

Junior groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "You know it does," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "But I’m still waiting to see what makes this position so special."

Helen chuckled, the sound low and husky. "Patience," she teased, her lips trailing down to his neck. She nipped at the sensitive skin there, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. "Just... let me take control."

And control she did. Helen’s movements became more deliberate, her hips grinding against him in a way that made it impossible to think. She leaned back slightly, her hands resting on his chest for support, and the change in angle caused Junior to let out a low, guttural moan.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. "That’s... that’s incredible."

Helen smirked, her confidence growing with every sound he made. "See?" she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "I told you it’d be worth it."

Junior opened his eyes, his gaze dark with need. "You’re amazing," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. He teased her nipples with his thumbs, drawing a soft moan from her lips. "But I’m not done yet."

Helen’s eyes sparkled with challenge. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

His lips curved into a wicked smile. "Another position I’ve heard about. The corkscrew."

She raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Corkscrew? And what’s that supposed to do?"

Junior’s hands slid down to her hips, guiding her movements as he spoke. "It’s where we twist our bodies a little... changes the angle. Makes everything... more intense."

Helen’s lips parted in surprise, a shiver running down her spine. "Sounds... interesting," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Show me."

Junior didn’t need to be told twice. Gently, he guided her to roll onto her side, positioning her so that their bodies were slightly twisted together. He slipped back inside her easily, the new angle immediately making both of them gasp.

"Oh, God," Helen moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. "That’s... that’s different."

"Good different?" Junior asked, his voice rough with desire.

Helen nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Very good," she managed to say, her hips moving instinctively against him. "This feels... amazing."

Junior’s movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust hitting a spot that made Helen see stars. She could feel her climax building already, the sensations more intense than ever before. Her fingers reached back, tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

"Don’t stop," she pleaded, her voice breaking with need. "Please, don’t stop."

Junior groaned, his own pleasure building with every movement. "I won’t," he promised, his voice thick with determination. "Not until you come."

And come she did. Her body shuddered violently, a cry escaping her lips as her climax crashed over her. Junior wasn’t far behind, his own release triggered by the way her body clenched around him.

They collapsed together, their bodies still twisted in the corkscrew position. Helen was the first to speak, her voice soft and breathless. "That was... incredible."

Junior chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "Told you it’d be intense."

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and amusement. "You were right," she admitted, a smile tugging at her lips. "But don’t let it go to your head."

"Too late," he teased, leaning down to capture her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire. "So... what’s next?"

Helen’s grin returned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I’m not done with you yet," she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest. "I’ve got a few more... ideas."

Junior groaned, his body already responding to her touch. "You’re insatiable," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

"And you love it," she shot back, her smile widening as she shifted closer. "Now... let’s see if we can top that last one."

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "Challenge accepted."

"Turn around," she whispered, her voice dripping with command.

His eyes darkened, but he obeyed without hesitation. He shifted onto his knees, his broad back muscles rippling as he positioned himself for her. Helen’s breath caught as she ran her hands along his spine, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her palms. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear.

"You’re mine," she breathed, her voice barely audible but heavy with intent.

He shivered, a groan escaping his lips. "Always," he replied, his voice rough with desire.