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“You are going to sit there and watch me, Harry. You’re going to learn that though I may be uptight, I do know how to relax.”
I nod, and Ayaka slides her panties down her legs and takes off her bra.
Ayaka takes a seat on the ottoman and spreads her legs. Sticking her two fingers into her mouth to wet them, she reaches down and circles her clit. Her pussy is pretty and pink.
Ayaka moans as her head falls back, her hair falling behind her. Her breasts heave and her nipples are pink and hard.
Taking the vibrator, she turns it on and slowly drags it down her chest to her pussy.
Her core starts to glisten as she circles it around her clit with her vibrator. Moaning, she reaches up with her other hand and massages her breast.
God, I want to touch her. I want to feel her skin underneath my hand. I want to fuck her hard. But I also want to see what she’s going to do and enjoy the show.
Ayaka pushes the vibrator into her with a gasp and starts fucking herself with it. My dick is incredibly uncomfortable in my pants as I continue to watch her pleasure herself.
Which she does with reckless abandonment. The purple silicone slides in and out of her, coming out shiny wet, the vibration noise a low hum in the room.
Ayaka spreads her legs wider, placing one of her feet on the couch beside me. Her movements become faster as she chases her orgasm and my hand grips the couch, almost ripping the material.
It’s erotic and sensual at the same time. Watching the most uptight person I’ve ever met let loose and masturbate in front of someone. And I’m so glad that someone is me.
“Oh, fuck!” she moans and brings her hand from her breast to behind her on the ottoman. Clearly having a hard time sitting up.
Ayaka cries out as she comes. Her hips thrusting against the toy, drawing out every inch of that orgasm. She lies back on the ottoman, trying to catch her breath and tossing the vibrator aside.
When she sits up, she grins at me, then looks at my erection pressing against my slacks.
“Uncomfortable, Harry?” she asks.
I clear my throat and try to contain myself.
“I’m fine,” I reply.
Ayaka places her hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head and leans in. Her hair brushes over her shoulders and tickles my face. I’m so entranced in her eyes that I pay it no mind.
“Are you sure, Harry?”
“Maybe I’m a bit uncomfortable,” I say.
Ayaka’s eyes are dark and hungry. I match her look with all the need that fills my body. It screams at me to take her. To touch her. Desire is wreaking havoc on my senses, and the only way to fulfill me is Ayaka. Under me. On top of me. Wherever. As long as it’s her.
She leans down as I lean up, and our lips meet. Ayaka’s lips are soft and sweet. She tastes like a tropical cocktail, and I want more. I kiss her again and again before I pull her onto my lap.
With my hand on the back of her head, I press her against me as we inhale each other’s scent. Her hips rub against me, making me gasp.
I can’t take it anymore. And neither can she.
“Tell me you have a condom somewhere close,” she croaks.
“How does my back pocket sound for close?”
“Confident?” she asks.
“Hopeful,” I tell her.
Ayaka rips at my belt, flinging it across the room as we work to get my pants off. Our lips are still connected, as we’re unable to let go of each other. My hands slide through her soft dark hair, but it gets a bit stuck and as I pull out, her head jerks back slightly.
“Sorry,” I say quickly, struggling to get my hand out of her hair.
