Collide Gamer

Chapter 166 – Finally Loving [Erotic Content]

The house’s bedrooms were all located on the second floor, save for the one Lydia occupied which was at the far-end of the base floor. Before he even put a foot on the stairs, John’s girlfriend pushed her suitcase into his arms.

 “Just so we are clear,” John announced, while carrying the case after her, “I am only obeying because I get to look at your ass.” And he very much did follow the swing of her hips as she stepped up the stairs. The firm roundness of her butt was stretching the fabric of her blue jeans to the maximum and John couldn’t wait to feel his hands finally digging into her soft skin again.

Rave stopped at the top of the stairs. Deliberately, she turned only her upper body to look back at him. Her eyes were gazing with open desire. She licked her lips, her tongue-piercing glistening in the artificial light of the lamps that illuminated the hallway.

Without any warning, Rave pulled at the lower rim of the black tank top she wore. Alluringly, she pulled, presenting the profile of her flat midriff. John didn’t get a full view of her tits, she was still wearing a light blue bra and the turning of her body gave him more of a side view, but that was enough to get his mind racing.

“Tiger, you’ll get a way better look at all of me once you get that thing up the stairs,” she purred and let go of her tank top. It was too tight to settle back in its previous place just like that.

“Having an erection doesn’t make this easier, Jane!” John lamented and got up the stairs quickly. Once he had succeeded, he put the case down. Even if he was long past the point where lifting this much was the issue it had previously been, he still preferred to let the wheels do the work. With playful wrath, he glared at the techno lover.

Rave kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t ya be like that.” Her lips lingered next to his ear. “I’ll take care of that problem,” her voice was a teasing whisper in his ear, the hand on his crotch almost as light as the syllables. Then she pulled back, leaving his arousal that little bit higher. She resumed walking, he dragged the suitcase after her.

“You better after making me carry your stuff!” John joked, as they aimed for a door at the end of the hallway.

“You’re a guy, suckitup,” Rave slurred.

“I am not exactly sure gender norms apply to a world where magic offsets any biological advantage that exists,” John spoke his mind.

“Ya know,” she giggled, “Normally I’d tell you now that your nerd speech is turning me into a desert but after two months I think you could say just about anything and I’d just be happy to hear your voice through anything but my headphones.” Rave turned a bit red at the confession, quickly reaching for the doorknob so that they could get to activities that were direly necessary.

John saw a rare opportunity to get Rave absolutely flustered. With one confident strut to cross the distance, he hugged her from behind. “Missed me that much, huh?” he asked while nibbling at her ear. He could feel the temperature rise under his lips, the red dusting of her cheeks spreading further.

“Yeah? And?” Rave continued on as if she wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest, “Telling me ya didn’t miss me?”

“Nope, I totally missed you,” John freely admitted, “I wanted to just lie around in a room with you, cuddle and watch a movie, beat up some monsters together. Honestly, I wouldn’t even have minded waking up with your foot in my face again.”

“That only happened like two times!” Rave cried out a little too loud.

“Two times that you know of,” John teased and started tickling her tummy.

“Wh-hahaha-ddya think you are doing!” Rave laughed in an annoyed way.

“Just getting you to say that you missed me.”

“I already did though!” she complained, still forced to giggle by John’s nimbly wiggling fingers.

“I want to hear it more though,” the Gamer insisted.

“Fine!” Rave half-shouted and John stopped his hands so that she could catch her breath for a moment, “I really missed just having ya lie in my lap, I missed playing dumb games or eating fast food with ya, happy?”

 “The happiest man on Earth.” John leaned past her shoulder and she turned her head to greet him. A deep kiss followed, lasting for as long as their excited bodies allowed them to have patience for.

“Ya make a girl feel conflicted, tiger,” Rave hummed, pushing against the door without looking. “I love the confidence ya built since I picked ya up at school, but I’ll kinda miss the adorable, shy dork.” He didn’t really know what to make of that, and so he just laughed awkwardly. Rave smiled at him, “Guess the cute part is still there… also this is a bathroom.” Looking up from her seductive curves, John found a small, white-tiled room. “I mean, I could go for shower sex,” Rave considered, with a nod towards the glass cabin.

The motion sent a wave through her brown, camouflaged hair. “It’s almost two in the morning, let’s do that another time.” John closed the door decisively, then they moved one over, turning to their left-hand side.

This time they were in luck, finding a room with a bed easily large enough for two people, a seemingly outdated laptop, the usual wooden furniture and all the space they would need. “I really don’t like her design choices,” Rave lamented while glaring at the boring, decisively un-pink, carpet on the boring, totally not fuzzy, wooden floor.

“I do, however,” Mono chimed in.

John and Rave both jumped, “I completely forgot you were there!” Rave exclaimed.

John chuckled, “She tends to be like that.”

“You two are just mean.” Quickly, it became apparent that she did not say that because she personally felt insulted. Halfway through her opening the suitcase, John was reminded of the maid that was still locked in there. Carefully, the Artificial Support freed her ‘sister’ from the confines of Rave’s cramped luggage.

“Finally, out of the wrinkles,” the artificial guardian whimpered as Mono picked her up, the younger sister glaring daggers at the two.

“Only thinking about your perversions!” she spat out and then, with a soft voice, spoke to Aclysia, “I will keep you safe from their idiocy, sister,” she promised. Aclysia made a surprised, then shocked expression as Mono left the room with her still in hand.

“B-but…” Aclysia let out a long sigh. “Please enjoy yourself, Master.” Momo pulled the door close behind her.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” John asked and got his answer in the form of Rave shoving him towards the bed. He landed harshly on the mattress, only its firm softness preventing the fall from being painful. The frame creaked dangerously under the rather sudden impact and then again, more softly this time, when his girlfriend climbed on top of him.

“Nah, I’ll have ya to myself,” Rave announced, pressing herself on his lying form. Their lips met again. Passionately making out, the two embraced each other. John’s left hand fumbled with the button of her jeans while the other fondled her soft breasts through the fabric of her underwear. Rave unhinged her bra and quickly tossed it aside.

Her B-cups became an immediate focal point. They were barely enough to fill his palm but after having fondled tits of most sizes, from Rave to Nathalia, John would still say that the ones attached to his girlfriend were the best by default. Although he wouldn’t have minded them growing into a C-Cup. A pebbled nipple pressed against his palm, and little coos animated John to do more.

The annoying button that secured Rave’s pants finally gave way. John squeezed his hand between the waistband and her ass, enveloping his hand in soft flesh and tight skinny jeans. Her butt was a lot more to play with than her tits and he enjoyed the warmth radiating from the relaxed juiciness. Fondling her was a temporary indulgence on the way of getting her naked though, so he did not let his hand linger for long. He began the fantastic, long-winded process of helping her wiggle her hips out of her form-fitting legwear. Her panties were pulled right along.

After a minute of fondling, little kisses, and ass shaking, her long, smooth legs were completely bare, as was the rest of her lower body. Rave, aiming to equalize her upper half, sat upright and pulled her top, which had remained in place even after her bra was gone, over her head to then toss it somewhere.

John just watched his girlfriend. Seated on top of him, her front illuminated only by the moonlight that flooded the room through a pair of windows, she was the very embodiment of gorgeous. Subtle muscles shifted slightly beneath her firm, pale skin. Slowly, sensually, she ran her slender fingers through her brown, mildly wavy hair. As she did, the illusion and the change was lifted. Strands curved and fanned out, as if each of them had a mind of its own, but still enough sense to act in a messy union. She smiled, eyes closed, as the true beauty of her impossibly wild mane was revealed. When her lids rose again, the blue of her eyes was complemented by the pink lustre.

Nothing from the Thana incident had remained. Her hair was bright, the unruly, longer strands a shade of darker pink. Not a single white streak anywhere. Not even the scars remained. John would have loved her even with them, but he could not say he regretted whatever investment she had needed to make to get rid of them. He began to sit up, eager to taste more of her lips.

“Nope, we will do what I want.” Rave put a hand on his chest and grinned. Letting himself be pushed back down, he followed her every motion hungrily. Turning around, she let the silvery moonlight emphasize the magnificent curve of her bubble butt instead. Naked and aroused, she straddled his crotch. “I know what part of me ya missed the most.”

“I thought we will do what you want?” John asked with a smirk. Both of his hands landed on the enticing curve of her ass. Fingers dug deep into the moonlit softness, creating depressions in the form squish that even a Greek sculptor couldn’t have hoped to reproduce. John softly pulled them apart, revealing her tight sphincter and dripping wet pussy to his view. Rave was as, if not even more, horny than he was.

His dick reminded him of the tight confinements of his pants and, by proxy, the rest of his clothes. Feeling the hardness of her boyfriend underneath her, Rave gently brushed against him. Even the soft touch of her womanhood with two layers of cloth between them, made him groan.

Rave turned her head, glossy pink lips spread in an urging smile. “Come on, use that menu of yours and get nude, tiger,” she demanded. “I don’t have the patience to get up and strip ya.”

“With pleasure,” John agreed and took a hand from her ass, with some regret. He needed to change the equipment settings to manual before he could undress himself, a fidgeting he did not appreciate, and then removed first his underwear and then his pants. They sighed in unison as they felt the other’s familiar sex touch their own. Months apart made the heat all the more intense.

“I really missed this part of you as well.” John pushed his hips up, pressing his cock against her labia from underneath. A couple of humps spread the mixture of their juices over the underside of his cock.

“You at least got to fuck some pussy, while I was stuck grinding or eating pussy with Aclysia,” Rave complained. “The only dick that I care about, best dick in the world, hung around on the other side of the planet.”

“Our agreement is still in full effect though?” John asked, his voice strained from the heat of her cunt. Even this little was sending tingles all throughout him.

“Ja-aaahh, it tots -mmhm- is.” Rave did not care to keep control of her voice, she just let the moans and other vocalizations flow freely, much to John’s delight. “If I get -Oh yeees-“ John had grabbed her by the waist, their sexes even closer together now. “If I get… the feeling it ain’t working… then we go back to just us though… that’s the deal.”

“And you have all the cuddling, dating and fucking first serve privileges,” John reminded her.

“Y-yessss… so gimme that last one!” Rave had enough of gliding back and forth on his cock. One hand reached between her legs, while her hips rose. Swiftly, she angled his cock, then impaled herself on his manhood. The head, she eased in. Past that, she descended as swiftly as her gripping walls allowed her to. “Ohhh, yes!” she cried out, visible tremors running up her smooth back. “This is… hmmm, oohhhh, I really did get the best cock in the whole world…” With one final thrust, she took the rest of him inside her. Her heart-shaped pillow of an ass jiggled on impact. “Fuck, you’re big.”

John’s answer got overpowered by a sudden groan. Gyrating her hips, his girlfriend kept his vocal cords occupied with producing such noises. She refused to let his cock slip even a centimetre out of her – both her active movements and the clenching folds of her cunt. The sight of her circling hips was marvellous. Motions as fluid as her rump was round. The little wet sounds of their motions. Pussy juices stretching into short strands between his shaven groin and her equally smooth, swollen labia. All of it was wonderful.

“Hmmm… need to… get myself accustomed to your size again,” Rave purred her excuse. For almost a minute, she did nothing but circle her hips. Even when she switched it up, she only went back and forth for a while. She moved with the grace of a belly dancer. Finally, groaning loudly, she raised up her hips again.

Tight walls gripped him to such a degree that he could see her cunt mildly change its shape on her way up. The detail was as short-lived as the remainder of Rave’s patience. Once she dropped down, there was no holding back anymore. From one moment to the next, she was riding him with reckless abandon.

Her perfect ass undulated atop him. Her straddling legs tensed and relaxed with the demands of moving her slender body, and with the jolts of pleasure that rushed through her as certainly as they did through him. Her motions were erratic at times, the clamping of her quivering quim too concentrated to keep up the capriole. Shivers slowed her for moments at a time, followed by spurts of needful motion. A wonderful cycle, culminating in the unsteady clap of her jiggling butt against him and itself.

Straddled over him like she was, John saw her pink mane wildly fly around as she moved ecstatically, saw the muscles in her back tense and relax as her breaths got more and more ragged. Most importantly, however, he got the view of her perfect ass, a sight no video sex session could ever perfectly give to him. Hands on her hips, John thrust up into her.

Rave’s moans grew louder, her movements more streamlined. Simple, quick ups and downs. Their hips meeting with loud slaps, sending jiggles all through the gloriously ample flesh under the taut skin of her backside. Their motion found a unified rhythm swiftly, as if they had never stopped having daily sex. Rapid and hard above, slow and methodical below, their rhythm brought them to edge.

“Jane, I am about to…” John pressed out. Rave turned her head just enough for their eyes to meet. Hers were clouded in lust and John knew that he had a similar look in his. She knew what he wanted to say and her lips formed words of the most delightful debauchery.

 “Gimme all ya have!” she cried. “Fill me up, tiger!”

Their hips met one more time and, in that moment, they both came. John’s seed pumped into the depths of Rave’s pussy. It filled her with as much of it as he could give, as much as he was accustomed to cumming and more. Her own orgasm tightened her insides into a gripping sleeve, made her folds quiver all around him, wringing as much of his seed as she could from him, accompanied by the sound of her shouting out her bliss.

Unashamed, uncaring, Rave curved her back and screamed at the ceiling. It was a short scream of pure bliss, followed by the erratic laughter of mid and post-orgasmic delight. From thighs to the tips of her hair, she trembled. Her ass’ roundness was compromised by just how intensely they pressed against each other.

At the end, they were both breathing heavily. Without a single word of communication, they started moving again. Rave wanted more, even though her body was tired from the long flights. John was willing to give her all he had, fuck until they both could move no longer.

Rave started with easy motions, once again gyrating her hips. “Seriously missed this dick,” she repeated what she had said earlier in a moaning mumble.

“What about the nerd attached to it?” John asked and, following a sudden impulse, slapped her lightly on the ass.

The sudden sting made Rave first tense, then let out a deep, pleased groan. Her pussy remained tense even after the rest of her muscles relaxed. A heavy, breathy laugh escaped her. “That guy is becoming more and more dangerous for a woman of libido,” she half-sighed, half-confessed.

The constant, blissful motions made her moonlit butt glisten softly with sweat, adding a new dimension to the retreaded ground of her gyrations. Granted, even if she had done the exact same motions she had done before, John would have loved every second of it. A piece of art like her bubble butt could never be anything short of mesmerizing.

That being said, John did not have the patience himself to let her do her play. Leveraging his grip on her hips, he thrust up into her hard. Rave cried out in surprise and shot him a glance that may have been disapproving. If it was, that melted away from the pleasure of the quickly following second and third thrusts. Left behind was only bliss. She surrendered to his whim and met his pace in equal measure.

The slapping of their hips filled the room once more and now they were both working in a frenzy of heated, fast motions. Rave fell forwards, using one hand to support her weight while feverishly rubbing her clit with the other. The sight of her bent back was not quite as attractive, but the sheer pace of the lovemaking made up for it tenfold. The Gamer could barely even concentrate on his sight, so intense was the constant sensation of pleasure under her spasming folds.

“Oh yee-e-ee-es,“ Rave gasped, her whole body twitching.

“Oh God,” John grunted through clenched teeth. The feverish rubbing of her clit indirectly massaged his shaft. He was getting close again – but so was she. Her breathing was irregular and loud, her muscles twitched, her ass slammed down on him with enough force to make the entire bed shake. They were both ready to unload at any moment.

The moment came when Rave exploded into a loud scream that surely reverberated throughout the whole house. John didn’t pay any mind to the princess downstairs. He only cared about how mind-shatteringly good the quivering, clamping walls around him felt. He thrust up a few more times. Then, he also was pushed past the point of no return.

Impaling Rave on his cock for a final time, John noticed her scream stop for one wonderful second. Throwing her entire body back, she barely managed to catch herself. Hands next to his shoulders, she hovered above him. Her hips bucked up with such power, they almost escaped John’s grasp.

Rave howled, he came, and an absolute torrent of pussy juice stained the sheets just as he added an extra layer of white to the claim he laid to her womb. What of John’s senses were not filled by the sheer ecstasy of her cry were dominated by his own electrifying bliss. His nerves were overloaded with pleasure and for a moment the delight blinded him.

His senses came crawling back just in time to catch his still spasming girlfriend. He lowered her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. Repeatedly, he kissed the top of her head, or just kept his nose buried in the bubble-gum cloud. When the spasms devolved to shivers, it was her lips rather than her scalp that he kissed.

“Ready for round three?” Rave asked, voice taxed by exhaustion, yet completely dedicated to the need for more.

“Yes,” John responded eagerly.