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When he starts walking, I feel every inch of him rubbing against my soaked pussy.
“Fuck, little dove. I can feel how much you need me to fill this sweet little kitty up.”
I guess he figures we won’t make it to the bed because he lays me on the sofa.
Falling back, I bounce. My heart hammers. I don’t know how I feel about my first-time making love being on my boyfriend’s sofa.
He pulls away looking down at me. His eyes rake over all of me. Wanting to squirm from the heat of his gaze, I force myself to be still, to draw on the confidence drilled into me by a mother who taught me to love my curves and my unique beauty.
His eyes get hotter as he takes me in from crown to tummy. I feel beautiful as I see how hard he’s getting by just looking at me. Like I am everything he ever wanted to eat in his life.
Grabbing the arms of the dress he tugs it down my arms. I help him with a little shimmy when he reaches my torso, happy to be free of the built-in shapewear compressing my curves. Down and off he drops the dress like he didn’t just spend thousands on the couture piece.
“We’re going to talk about you never wearing panties,” he growls, his eyes trained on my thigh-high silk stockings, tracing up the juncture of my thighs to my nest of curls. His eyes look at the soft hair covering me. His jaw works. His hands curl into fists like he’s trying to hold himself back.
“The dress had a built-in bra and shaper,” I try to explain.
“This is not the first time,” he reminds me running his hands from my ankles to thighs. “I think I’ll let you keep these on.” He nods to the black silk encasing my thighs.
Leaning over me, he brings his hard body flush with mine. “This is the point of no return, Tay-chan. If you give yourself to me tonight, if I give you all of me. It will be forever. Tell me now.”
He dips his head close to my ear. “But I can’t promise I will honor your request, little dove if you try to deny me. You see, you already own my soul.” He tugs my ear sucking my lobe in his mouth making me shiver.
I should know better. I should not be saying yes to this. It’s too fast. He’s too intense. But my brain takes a backseat to the warmth in my heart and the hot need in my body.
Turning my face, I meet his lips. Spearing my tongue in his mouth, I make him groan when I tangle my tongue with his. His mouth covers mine. With gentle pulls, he draws me further into his mouth, savoring me. I swept away like I’ve only read about in books before now. His mouth is warmth, he tastes like mint and smoke. Our tongues battle and suck, the intensity lessening to a savoring. Pleasure makes me moan. My heart seems to fill with an emotion that can only be adoration. I adore him. He feels like mine, and I am his. I know more than anything I want to be his in every way. I want Hisashi to have all my firsts.
He settles between my legs. I feel him pressed so deep and hard against my pussy but it assuages nothing. He’s only making me ache more. I arch my hips. His dick is so hard through his pants. I try to grind. He shakes his head. “I need your words, little dove.”
“Yes.” Squirming I try to feel more of him. Deeper. I need him deeper. He strokes his still clothed dick between my slick lips hitting me just where I need him to. I’m so sensitive. I feel so alive. I crave this. Him.
“Look at the way you’re wetting me up,” he says, looking down where our bodies meet. He angles me up, so I can see him gliding. I can see his hard dick rubbing against my saturated curls. His pants glisten with my essence. I should be embarrassed, but the sight only makes me want him more.
“So wet for me.” He slowly rocks. I meet him stroke for stroke. Gradually I pick up my pace, unable to stop if I wanted toand I definitely don’t want to. He meets my eagerness with his own.
“Come for me pretty girl, so I can taste your come.” His words trigger my immediate response. I come soaking him. He groans before bending and drawing my thigh over his shoulder.
His mouth is hot as he covers me, burying his face in my curls. He sucks my clit into his mouth with a slow tug, swirling his tongue in a deliciously filthy way. Heat rushes to my face as I think of how exposed I am to him. My whole sugar cake is in this man’s face. I cover my face, embarrassed beyond belief. “Ohmygoodness,” I squeak. He’s going lower and deeper. He’s licking inside me. I squeeze my legs, trying to close them.
A sharp smack on my outer thigh makes liquid gush from me and a rough “Iie,” and he shakes his head in the negative. “Don’t hide this beautiful kitty from me, little dove. Let me kiss her, pet her, fuck her like she’s begging me.”
My lower tummy clenches in anticipation of his words.
“Orewa omaeto fakku shitai,” he says against my eager flesh. But I need to get you ready for me.
I want him to fuck me, but I don’t use his words. Instead, I let my legs fall open giving him all the access he wants. I’m his to do what he wishes. And it seems like his only wish is to please me.
He licks into the opening of my pussy over and over before pushing my lips together and sucking them as one. The sensation of pressure against my trapped clit makes my eyes roll, little shocks of pleasure turn into a crescendo when he releases my little nub and starts flicking it with fast swipes of his tongue. The pleasure is so intense I try to back away, but he holds me down pressing my belly making me take his vicious tongue lashing. My body explodes in a sharp piercing orgasm, I’m screaming his name like a chant and curse.
“Hi-sha-” The strangled plea of my words is cut off when he claims my lips making me taste myself on his lips. His mouthcovers mine. His kiss is a claiming. Almost brutal in its primal ferocity.
“Do you give yourself to me forever, Taylor Love?” He asks when he finally releases me. His eyes hold an intensity that both frightens and exhilarates me. “Hai, Hisashi Takeda, I’m yours forever.”
His eyes light up with a fervor like I’ve never seen. “Even though we haven’t said the words, you are my wife now. I will take care of you. I will honor you for as long as there is breath in my body.”
He cups my face placing a gentle kiss on my lips before rising. He stands pulling his Henley over up the hard ridges of his torso, up over his head, finally freeing his hands and dropping it to the floor.
It takes me a minute to realize what I am seeing. It’s not until he bends pulling down his basketball shorts and pants together that I get a clear view. My breath catches at the sight of the most amazing clash of colors of jade and purple, black and red for each viper brought together in a full body tattoo.
