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I look up to see him watching me, fierce intent marking his face. His teeth are clenched like it’s costing him his very life to go slow.
Nodding, I exhale. My body relaxes. He slips deeper. Then a hard thrust and he’s home, bottomed out inside me, hard and pulsing. My muscles squeeze and release, I’m so close. Another heaving exhale shudders through my body. I can feel the dense hair around his dick brushing against my clit. He’s flush against me. The contrast is so evident. His tall wiry frame is pressing my soft, plush flesh against the cool glass. He’s so hard everywhere, angry and I’m afraid. None of the differences are lost on me. Still here we are together sharing in the most intimate of dances.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, tipping my head back with his free hand as he takes my mouth. He draws my tongue into his mouth. He sucks and slides his own against mine. My pussy clenches loving the way he takes control. Impossibly he glides deeper. I gasp.
“So fucking wet for me,” he praises.
Slow strokes eat up the distance as he fucks me against the floor to ceiling window. His drives are powerful and almost punishing. He drives me up to my toes thrusting up inside me like he wants to fuck me ten years in this moment. Every drive of his merciless hips is making up for time lost. I feel him everywhere. My ass is slick against the glass sliding up and up with each thrust of his pistoning hips. His thighs surge powerfully up as he fucks me like his life hangs in the balance. I know mine does. I claw and cling to him seeking more of what I know he only he can give. If I had to miss his lovemaking for his raw, senseless, fucking then it makes it almost worth it.
He's taking his time like he wants to savor every moment like it’s our last. He commands my body. I can only hold on kissing his chiseled jaw, nipping his lips, sucking on his neck, hellanywhere I can reach as he pounds my pussy with impeccable precision.
His breathing is steady while mine is erratic. He’s fucking like he’s trained for this. His mission is to plunder and damn if he’s not a pirate pilfering every bit of treasure kept from him these last ten years. I want to give it all to him in that moment. He doesn’t even have to ask.
The orgasm is at the edge of my periphery, but I’m scared to ask for it. Is this the punishment? More edging? More orgasm denial? I bite back the plea hoping he’ll take me over if I’m a quiet girl.
“I like the way you’re sucking me in, little dove. You kept this pussy so tight for me.” His praise would make me preen if I didn’t need to come so bad.
“Yes, only for you, Hisashi.” I want him to see my loyalty. “I’ve been good.”
“I know, Tay-chan.” He finally moves his hand from my hair wedging it between our sweat slick bodies. Nimble fingers find my hard little nub and get busy making naughty little swirls around it. “Such a good girl for me.” His soft words belie the hard way he’s fucking me against the glass that has no give. Having no place to go I simply melt into him taking the full force of his merciless thrusts.
“Such a good little slut only for your husband, hmm?” He drives harder making my toes curl and my pussy shatter.
“Ohmygoodness, Hisashi,” I cry as the orgasm is punctuated by the wet saturating sounds of my come hitting us both and splattering on the floor.
He doesn’t stop, if anything my climax propels him higher, chasing his own release. Grabbing my other leg, he links them both over his long arms splaying me against the glass. I hold on to his shoulders for dear life.
His dick lends its own punishing torment of pleasure hitting every inch of me. My come is overflowing making us messy as he slams home again and again. All his anger, pain, passion, and the ferocity of his longing pours into me driving me into another orgasm as he cries my name as the hot jets of his release flood my womb.
His head drops into my neck as his body vibrates from our shared bliss. He doesn’t stop his hips keeping the maddening pace as he rides his orgasm like a wave.
His eyes are half cast in that sexy ass way I love and he slows down but doesn’t stop fucking me. His hips just slow to an erotic rhythm. I don’t think he could stop if he wanted to. We are both caught up. This man has me wide open. I’m his to do as he wishes.
Eventually he slows to a stop.
Instead of sitting me on the floor he pulls me higher. I gasp feeling his dick still high and hard inside me.
“I have you,” he mutters. Turning away from the window, he heads over to the massive black bed.
Still connected he falls back against the pillows with me straddling him.
He takes my lips in a soft languid kiss. We kiss in long, slow pulls savoring moments missed. Mine are of apology, his of longing. They are sweet, gentle pulls of lips and dips of tongue, learning each other again until they aren’t.
I feel the tug once more sliding within us as if some dormant entity that’s been asleep these ten long years has awakened in these last moments wanting every second missed of touching, and tasting this man erupts inside of me. My muscles clench and a deep ache blossoms in my body, demanding that I ease it.
Slowly, I start grinding on him.
“That’s it fuck me,” he urges. “It’s been too long. I need more. I’m such a greedy motherfucker when it comes to you.”
“Same,” I say, looking down into the liquid onyx of his gaze.
Swerving my hips, I work myself up and down on his dick knowing I’m going to be hurting tomorrow but not enough to care in the moment.
I’m feeling every minute of those ten years we lost, too. I ride my husband just as nastily and with the same desperation as he did me. Bending down, I suck his tattooed nipple into my mouth, giggling when he gasps, and I feel his dick kick hard inside me.
“Oh, we got tricks?” he growls, making me sit up so he can press my breasts together, sucking both my nipples into his mouth as he drives up into me. I take him, moving my legs forward so I can rock into him over and over. Over and over, I slam my pussy down onto his dick. Each time is better than the last, but it’s not enough.
Sensing my frustration, he thrusts up meeting me stroke for stroke. His fingers find my clit and he start massaging the slick tissue making my hips snap faster.
