He lifts. I suck in a breath when I feel him press a third lubed finger inside me. It’s incredible. Already I feel the warmth of pleasure bubbling in my groin again.
When he’s hovering over me, he rests down on one elbow because his other hand is still busy inside me. His long body is perfect—beautifully brown and smooth like peanut butter and with elegantly defined muscles. A smattering of silky dark hair on his chest. I spread my thighs wider, letting him stretch me to his heart’s content.
“Are we okay, sunshine?” he whispers. The warmth of his breath grazes my skin. I lift my chin, parting my lips as I take his mouth. I’ve never felt this before, but I want to taste myself on him—mixed in with his perfect lavender and minty flavor. I didn’t think I was into that, but I am. Quite suddenly.
He does something with his three fingers inside me that makes me grunt in pleasure against his mouth. He lifts and I inhale sharply. When I can gather myself, I say, “I’m ready. I want you.”
Junichi smiles, warm and frisky, like I’m not just some human he’s fucking. Like he really believes I’m this beautiful, inexplicable creature. He slowly removes his fingers from my body, hooks his hand behind my knee and gently slides me and the pillow down further on the bed. The move surprises me, and I laugh, breathy and happy. I’m utterly euphoric. I don’t know if I have ever been this happy and carefree with anyone in the sack.
There’s a condom beside Junichi, and he grabs and tears it open. I push myself up, grinning. “Let me?” He hands it to me like he’s passing the butter dish at dinner, smirking. I pull it from the package, feeling the wetness in my fingertips. He kisses my forehead, then my nose and cheek as I reach down to grip him. He goes in to kiss the concave of my neck, but I hunch my shoulder, laughing. “Fuck, Jun, you’re distracting me.”
He laughs, but stops to let me concentrate. When I have the condom on his tip, I carefully unroll it. That’s when he ducks down to take my mouth again. I roll it up his length until he’s properly covered, indulging in the rhythm of his mouth on mine as I finish blindly. Just feeling and gripping him.
Junichi pulls up from the kiss and presses his fingertips into my chest, urging me back. I flop back down somewhat dramatically and exhale a sigh. I swear to God this is the longest plow I have ever had. We just keep going, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. It feels like it’s been hours of bliss, and I’ve already come two times (I came in the shower, too, from a nice mix of tobacco sandalwood soap and frotting).
“I warned you that I like to take my time,” Junichi says. I’m gaping my thighs wide for him again as he settles down between them, leaning over me. I can feel the tip of his shaft pressed to my opening.
I smile. “You did. I have no complaints.” He slowly presses himself inside. I plant my feet and shift my hips up and into him, urging him deeper. But he rocks himself against my body, making me lift my feet and pull my knees back toward my chest. He’s warm and thick inside me, but not all the way in quite yet.
He’s smiling with his full lips and hovering over me when he says, “No help, please.”
I relax into the new position, crossing my ankles behind his arse and resting my heels there. “The cheek.” I smirk.
“I don’t know what that means,” he whispers as he kisses my mouth, but I’m laughing so we don’t quite connect. My arms are wrapped around his shoulders. Now that he’s fully inside me, he relaxes his weight down, then guides my arms up until they’re stretched over my head. My elbows are bent slightly, but I feel elongated like this, somehow even more exposed. He slides his hands into my hands, and we entwine our fingers together. The minute I squeeze his palms, he pumps his body into me, one good, firm time.
I open my mouth to gasp and he leans down and licks into me. It’s happening again—an abundance of sensations. He’s kissing me, pulsing his cock into me and gripping my hands tightly all at once. It’s overwhelming. It feels amazing, but something about this… What he’s doing is making me crumble emotionally. My heart is too warm in my chest, and my stomach is swarming with butterflies.
He’s rocking against me, slowly and over and over. He pulls up from my mouth. Now he’s watching me with his onyx irises. His nose is brushing against my face, but he’s lazily catching my mouth too. Watching me. I can’t breathe.
“Let go for me, sunshine. Don’t fight it.” He shifts his hips harder into me, and I make a whimpering sound that I have never made before. That I’ve never, ever heard myself make. It’s like he’s hit something so deep within me, and it triggers my entire body. I didn’t think I needed to let anything go, but it suddenly feels as if I do. I groan as the heat races up my spine and to my brain, to my chest and out to my limbs.
Junichi’s heavy body trembles on top of me, and he firmly shifts his hips into me one last time. His body stiffens, and he’s leaning his forehead against me, breathing into me.
For some very odd reason, I really want him to bite me. Right now. I know what he is, and what he needs. I wish… It’s like my body wants to give it to him. Somewhere inside me. I never feel this way when I sleep with low-levelers. They just bite me because that’s what they do. I never really want it. But I want it with Junichi. I suddenly wish I could satisfy him innately—deep within his unique nature. That I could give him what he’s just given me.
When he’s come down from his climax, he’s lazily smiling and kissing me upside my face, my cheek and temple. I realize that this is making love. The physical act of showing deep affection and desire for another person. Expressing your emotions and fondness through the gift of intense pleasure.
Junichi showed me that tonight. He gave that to me. He made love to every inch of me, and I’m terrified that I might be ruined now because of it.
Seventeen
Junichi
I get up first the next morning and take a quick shower. When I come out, Jae is still asleep in my bed—perfectly cozy and lying on his side, like it’s where he belongs. Like he sleeps here all the time.
It’s 5:30 a.m. I don’t know what time his shift starts at the hospital (I think he works fairly normal hours, since he’s a specialist). But I imagine he’ll want to go home and get dressed for work. The train to Himeji from my house is just under an hour.
I walk over to my bed, lean across so that my hands are braced on either side of his body, then bend and kiss him in the concave of his neck. I whisper, “Doctor Davies? You need to get up.”
He stirs. When he first opens his warm brown eyes, it’s a dreamy, satiated daze. The expression quickly shifts to confusion, then something like humiliation as his gaze flickers and lands on me. Damn. A lot just happened in those seven seconds. “Good morning.”
He rubs one hand into his messy golden bedhead and slowly sits up. His shoulders are hunched, voice scratchy. “Morning.”
“What time is your shift today?”
“Shit—what time is it now?”
I flick my wrist up and check my watch. “Five thirty-five.”
He sighs. “Oh… Um—eight.”
“You have plenty of time. I don’t cook, but do you want coffee? Tea?”
“Tea, please…”
“Earl gray or green? I only have the two.”
“Earl gray, please?”
Nodding, I head toward the door. “You can take a shower here if you want. There’s a towel on the bathroom counter for you. Your choice.”
When I’m in the open space of my living room, I crack the sliding glass wall open. The morning air is crisp, hazy, and it looks like rain. Autumn. I grab my remote and click on my entertainment system, then quickly switch to the streaming music channel with classic jazz. Dave Brubeck’s “Take 5” is playing. Perfect.
I head to the kitchen and start the tea for Jae. Coffee for myself. I pause when I hear the rain shower head in my bathroom running, which is interesting because I never hear it from an outside perspective.
Making love to Jae was truly divine. He’s trusting, relaxed, playful and perfectly warm and delicious. He has a little brown mole to the right of his belly button, one just inside his left thigh and another on the concave of his neck. God… It’s like they’re targets that say, “Please bite here, here and here.”
I wanted to bite him. Badly. Which shocked the hell out of me. He smells so good, and I can’t understand why. I’m trying not to harp on it like Haruka is doing. If Jae says he’s human, he’s human. I like him, and things are going smoothly between us.
