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“Yeah, I’m serious too. I’m clean, Ayaka.”
Our laughs stop and we look deep into each other’s eyes.
“I-I don’t think I can go back if we do this.” Ayaka says, “I mean, I’ve never been bare with a man.
I run my thumb over Ayaka’s soft lips as I comprehend the feeling of love inside my chest. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. So pure and achingly beautiful.
“I love you, Ayaka.” I say.
“I love you too, Harry,” she says back.
I reach down between us and line up my cock with her entrance. I push in slowly. Enjoying the feeling of every inch of me sliding inside her.
“Fuck,” Ayaka moans, and I lean down and kiss her neck.
It feels incredible. I always assumed condoms didn’t desensitize. But this is the next level. To be making love to a woman that you love bare, is indescribable.
I start to thrust slowly in and out of her and she wraps her legs around my waist.
Ayaka looks at me the whole time. Her deep rich eyes looking at me with so much love it’s almost too much to bear. As we start picking up the pace, we start to pant, and an orgasm starts to build.
I can feel Ayaka start to shake, and I’m close to coming as well. I lean down and kiss her lips as we both come. I fill her pussy with my cum as she shakes with her orgasm. The pleasure soars through me and I moan against her lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
I lean up and look Ayaka right in the eye.
“I love you, Ayaka,” I say as she shudders around me.
“I love you too, Harry,” she replies and holds me close.
“Love you always,” I add.
“Forever,” she says.
Epilogue: Ayaka
NewYears
It’s a few hours until the New Year and Harry and I are cuddled on my parents’ couch like teenagers.
My parents were so happy to meet Harry. They wanted to know everything and as we got to our origin story, my mother was unnerved. My father assured her that love sometimes happens when you least expect it and with the last person you thought. That calms Mom. In her life, she was told to marry a nice, preferably rich, Japanese man and have kids and such. Then Dad came along and wiped those plans off the table.
We came the day before New Year’s Eve and spent most of the day together. Even though my parents wanted us in separate rooms, we managed to convince them that we wouldn’t be up to any funny business. Other than a blow job and Harry fingering me into an orgasm, nothing happened.
I catch a familiar scent coming from the kitchen, and I get up to investigate.
Just as I thought.
Soba.
A Japanese tradition that my mom has done every year—making Toshikoshi Soba. It’s a big part of the New Year for us and we try to celebrate with everyone. Sometimes she feeds the neighbours who don’t have any family to spend the New Year with.
In Japan we eat Soba just before the New Year.
“They smell good,” I say, standing next to mom.
“Yes, they are almost done. I will make the noodles an hour before then they will be ready.”
