He settled himself on his knees beside the bed, his breath warm against her most intimate place. His hands slid under her, cupping her bottom and tilting her hips to meet his eager mouth. The first languorous lick sent a jolt of raw pleasure through her, and she couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped her as her legs fell open to his delicious assault. His tongue was warm and wet, exploring her folds with an intimacy that made her breathless, even after all their time together.
Hiro took his time, savoring her, building her desire with each deliberate stroke. His fingers joined his mouth, sliding inside her with practiced ease. She could feel the gentle curl of his digits, the way he stroked her innermost places, drawing out a tide of slick heat. The sensation was exquisite, deep and primal…no one but him could make her feel this way.
Ever.
His tongue found her clitoris, circling and teasing the sensitive nub. Waves of pleasure radiated out from his touch, each one stronger than the last. Amanda’s fingers tightened in his hair, her thighs trembling as she tried to keep herself anchored in this moment. But Hiro was relentless, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive her higher, ever closer to the edge.
She could feel the tension building, coiling tightly in her core like a spring ready to release. Her body rocked against his mouth, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. And then, with a masterful flick of his tongue and a subtle curl of his fingers, he sent her soaring.
Pleasure crashed over her, a torrent sweeping away all thoughts, all resistance. Amanda almost cried out, but remembered at the last moment to clamp down on the sound as her body convulsed around his fingers as her orgasm ripped through her.
God in Heaven.
Each time was…was magnificent.
She was barely aware of Hiro’s gentle strokes as he coaxed every last shudder from her, his tender touch a stark contrast to the intensity of her climax. As the last waves of pleasure receded, Amanda was left breathless and boneless.
Hiro looked up at her from between her thighs, a satisfied smile on his face. His dark hair was disheveled from her grasping hands, and his lips were slick with her arousal. She reached for him, drawing him back up and into her arms, needing to feel his body pressed against hers.
Amanda could feel Hiro’s hard length pressing against her thigh as he joined her on the small bed, stretching out beside her. Their kiss was slow and deep, a sensual dance of tongues and shared breaths. She could taste herself on his lips, a secret, familiar flavor that made her grin against his mouth.
How many times had she tasted him—them—like this? He was the most giving lover she could imagine.
It was both wonderous and intimate, a testament to their shared passion.
Her hands roamed over his body, fingertips tracing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, beneath her touch. When her hand wrapped around his length, he groaned and pulsed in her grip, causing her to grin against his shoulder. She stroked him almost lazily, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the moisture she found there.
Suddenly needing to tastehim, Amanda pushed herself up on one elbow, lifting her fingers to her mouth and flicking her tongue to lap up his seed. Hiro groaned again, reaching for her.
“Mandy, you’re a wicked temptress.”
Laughing in agreement, she gently pushed on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. His hold on her hips meant she rolled with him, which was fine with her. As much as she wanted to crawl down his body and pull his cock into her mouth and down her throat, she wanted to feel his thickness inside her even more.
And so she threw her leg over his hip, straddling him and planting her hands on his chest to push herself upright. Her body was on full display for him, and she reveled in the hunger in his hooded gaze.
Resting her weight on her knees, she rocked her hips forward, sliding her slick folds along the length of his cock, coating him in her wetness. Hiro’s eyes fluttered shut, a guttural groan escaping his lips. Amanda felt a surge of power and satisfaction at the sight of his pleasure. She repeated the motion, slower this time, drawing out the torture.
His fingers dug into her hips, his breaths coming in short pants, a silent plea for more.
Oh my love, I’ll give yousomuch more!
She leaned forward, her hands planted firmly on his chest as she poised herself above him. With a deliberate slowness that made him grit his teeth, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch.
Hiro’s eyes flew open and his breath hitched as she enveloped him completely, her inner muscles clasping him tightly. As she began to move, his hands roamed over her body, caressing her thighs, her hips, her breasts, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Amanda rocked atop him in a rhythm that was theirs alone, a dance perfected over countless stolen moments.
Each descent sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, each lift left her craving more. Hiro met her movements with thrusts of his own, his hips lifting off the bed to meet her, to drive deeper into her.
The walls of these small rooms were thin, so by unspoken agreement they kept their moans and words limited to whispers. However, the room soon filled with the sounds of their passion, the slick slides of their bodies meeting and parting, the symphony of their gasps and whimpers.
Amanda leaned back, her hands pressing into his strong thighs for support. The angle sent him even deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her vision go blurry. But she could see Hiro’s gaze locked onto her, watching her with an intensity that filled her with a sense of rightness.
They may not haveforever, but they hadright now, and by God, she would ensure that was good enough.
Each slide of her body was her way of sayingI love you, I love you, I love you.
She rode him harder, faster, herneedtaking over as she chased the edge of her pleasure. Hiro’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving beneath her. She could see the strain in his neck, the cords pulling taut as he fought to hold back his own climax. His hands gripped her hips, not to control but to guide, to help her find the pace that would send them both over the brink.
Amanda leaned forward again, her hair falling like a curtain around them, creating a private world where only they existed. Hiro’s mouth found hers, his kisses desperate and hungry, swallowing her moans as they built with each thrust. Their bodies were slick with sweat, sliding against each other with a feverish heat that threatened to consume them both.
