Tomoya lifted his hips backward, and Kyou began to moan.
Kyou's expression had completely melted. Tomoya couldn't help but be entranced by her shiney eyes, her softly rosy cheeks, her slightly parted lips, her chest which rose and fell rapidly. There was no need for words anymore.
For a few minutes, Tomoya had been able to bear simply moving in and out; that in itself was an incomparable experience. Moist, hot and tight, without his intense concentration, would have lost it on the second thrust. However, he remembered reading about a woman's G-spot, and knew this was the sort of situation where you would search for that sort of thing.
"Let's see, if I remember, it should be..."
Tomoya angled his hips and thrust carefully, pressing against Kyou's upper walls. It was like hitting a button.
"nnnGHAAAAAaaah~" Kyou's voice rose erotically in Tomoya's ears and she arched her back. Bingo, he thought to himself. He began thrusting in this new direction, when suddenly, Kyou's arms searched the air frantically, and found Tomoya's shoulders.
She pulled herself up to Tomoya, and pressed herself into him, matching his rhythm. They were now synched; the gears were lubricated, and the chambers were primed.
The pleasure suddenly became a wave, and Tomoya felt himself begin to lose it.