Love & Cherry Blossoms

by Amara Kent

  She looks down and before returning her gaze and shrugs. “I wasn’t the best child. Got into a lot of trouble.”

  “I love a trouble maker,” I respond.

  “And I love a man who follows through with his promises,” she bites back. Shaking my head, I instruct her to turn around with a finger circling the air. She does as she’s told. A stark contrast to her dominating behavior moments before. My lips travel from the base of her back and run up her spine. She shivers under my touch, and I smile against her skin. Pushing her down lightly, so her hands rest on the large ottoman. Brushing aside her long hair, I kiss the back of her neck, nipping at the skin. My dick now resting against her ass, I push my hips against her, pulling a moan from her.

  Mewling from my touch and with a smirk now planted firmly on my lips, I bend down, grasping the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down, along with her panties. She lifts each knee a little to allow me to pull them off of her, and I place them on top of her sweatshirt. Goddamn, her pussy looks so delicious. I take the moment to stare at it. Ghosting my fingers over it, as a fierce shiver racks through her body. Every fantasy I had about her doesn’t come close to how it is in reality. The way it feels as her body reacts to me. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from owning her. I need to take my time with her. Give us both the best experience.

  I plant my lips on the back of her thigh, running my tongue up until I reach her ass. Gently separating her legs a little farther, I spread her cheeks apart and lick along her puckered hole. She lets out a ragged whimper and I do it again, just to hear the sweet sound of her arousal. I could never get enough of her, but I’ll have to learn to because, after tonight, we will never see each other again. One night of pure bliss to satiate both of our yearnings and cravings for each other. Even though this is a craving, I feel like she may turn into an addiction.

  I continue giving her hole the attention with my tongue, while I slide two fingers up her now dripping slit, landing on her swollen clit. Pinching it between my fingers, I work in a circular motion. Heavy breaths flow down to me and her hips wriggle around as she silently begs me to give her her release. Normally, if anybody did what she did to me—actually, there is nobody I’ve been with and will ever be with in the future, that would be feisty enough to do what she did to me. She moves against me, seeking out the friction on her clit to bring her to orgasm. I slip my fingers away, and she mewls at the missing sensation, so I jab two fingers straight into her pussy and thrust. There’s no rest. No build-up. I fuck her with my fingers quickly as I work my tongue on her hole. Soon, she shudders. Her walls tighten around my fingers, and I’m rewarded as she comes on my fingers. Slumping down on top of the ottoman, I stick my fingers in my mouth. Unable to resist getting a taste of her sweet release. Just like on the plane, I think to myself. Except, it’s better. It doesn’t have the same heightened eroticism as the possibility of being caught, but this time, there is no holding back. She’s just as horny as I am. She wants me right now as much as I want her. She can be as uninhibited as she wants with no ramifications.

  “Get on all fours.” I’m about to bury myself inside of her when I remember we haven’t had “the talk.” I’m amazed that I forgot to ask because it’s the one thing I always make sure of knowing before I enter into a sexual agreement with a woman. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yes. Are you clean?” she asks back in response.

  I smile and admire her need to protect herself, and how similar we are in this respect. I get myself tested every six months, with the number of women I sleep with, the fear of passing something onto someone else is great. I’m not about to become that asshole that has to inform everyone he’s ever slept with that he’s given them an STI. Not only is that morally wrong, it’s also a pain in the ass. You don’t realize how many women I’ve slept with.

  “Of course. Only selfish pricks don’t get tested,” I respond. She seems to take this as gospel, because in the next minute, she’s rising onto her hands and knees.

  It’s all the invitation I need to guide my dick to her entrance and thrust hard inside of her. She releases a scream and I still, allowing her to get used to me inside.

  “Is this your first time? Do you not know what to do next?” she says a little breathlessly. Looking back at me with a cheeky grin.

  A scoff escapes me and digging my fingers into her hips, I thrust into her hard. The sound of skin on skin, drowning out our breathing.

  “Oh fuck me. I’m gonna come,” she rushes out.

  “Well, are you going to talk about it, or do it?” I ask, throwing her own words back at her.

  “Asshole.”

  “Bitch.” I slap her ass, and I drop my head back as she secures a tight grip around my cock. She writhes around. I retain my firm grip on her so she doesn’t fall as I slow down my thrusts, allowing her to ride out her orgasm.

  She sighs deeply and I pull out. Lifting her over my shoulder, I walk over to the bed and throw her onto it. Her hair surrounds her in a halo. Freshly fucked with hooded eyes and a light red glow to her cheeks, she looks sexier than she ever has before. Her mouth is slightly open, and she brings her hand up to her eyes. I go to get on top of her, and she places a hand on my chest.

  “Get on your back,” she demands, getting off the bed to allow me to position myself in the middle. Straddling me, she aligns herself with my dick and sinks down. My eyes instinctively close. It’s as if I’ve missed the feel of her around me. Even though it was only a few minutes ago that I was deep inside her. Placing her hands on my chest, she moves slowly. Nails digging into my skin; that is sure to leave a mark. I don’t mind, because a reminder of this night and a memory is all that I’ll have. Something I’ll end up using from time to time as I jerk off.

  She doesn’t show any signs of speeding up. I contain myself from taking over and driving into her to seek out my orgasm. It’s painful, as the nerves along my dick come alive with want. The want to feel her orgasm around me, squeezing me hard until I reach my own. I resort to fisting the sheets as she rides me expertly. Eventually, picking up speed, her hands cling to me as her pussy grinds against me, my dick sliding in and out. I lift myself into a sitting position and cup her cheeks, pulling her lips to mine. Gripping my hair tightly, her tongue moves deep into my mouth, moving with mine. She bounces on top of me, and it’s not long before I feel her contracting around me. She stops herself from falling backward, keeping herself upright and still somehow managing to fuck me as her body quakes from her orgasm. Seeing her like that, her beautiful breasts moving in time with her movements, body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her hips moving to milk me, is all I need to lose my resolve and aggressively thrust into her. Her screams of delight ring out in the empty midnight air. I grunt as I empty inside of her.

  With a satisfied sigh, we both fall back onto the bed. Our heavy breathing a soothing sound, bringing us back down from euphoria.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kerri

  I don’t know why I’m tiptoeing, but somehow I find myself attempting to be as quiet as possible. It’s early morning. Sara had to go into work today, and I specifically timed it so I wouldn’t run into her. I had no intention of having sex with Ren, but after getting myself off to the image of him fucking me wasn’t satisfying enough, I was at a loss, and was left fairly disappointed. I still had this itch to scratch. I needed the real thing, and no amount of masturbating—and believe me, I’m pretty sure I set a world record—was going to satisfy me. I know I broke my rule, and trust me on this, nobody is as disappointed in me as I am. As a woman, I should have withstood my wont. I should have been able to shoot dead my id and just deal with the fact that I haven’t been sexually satisfied in half a year. Because again, when there are no rules and order in society, it turns to shit and everybody starts killing each other and shittin’ on doorsteps like an escaped mental patient.

  Sometimes though… sometimes a lover of sex, such as myself, needs the real thing and no amount of toys or one’s ha
nd will suffice. I usually don’t have to worry about this, because I can usually find someone to join me in the bedroom, but ever since Ren walked into my life, dick-swinging, I haven’t been able to push down the tiny part of my brain that tells me to just let loose. So, I did what any other woman with a sensible grasp of emotions and girly feelings would do. I fucked his brains out and had mine just as fucked in return. I’ve come to one conclusion. Well, I’ve come to many about Ren, but this particular conclusion is that he’s the devil reincarnate. He entices you with his cut, visually appealing dick that can go as hard as a diamond. You give in, because what’s a girl to do? And then once you’ve had it, you make plans in your head to get more. I’m not saying that I’m going to falter and go back to him again, but I can see how other women would go wild for him. He knows his way around a pussy, and he knows how to utilize his dick and raw sexuality to its fullest potential. And the fact that he’s willing to hand over control to a woman is incredibly satisfying.

  I slip the key into the keyhole just as it swings open, and Sara stands there with a knowing look on her face.

  Fuck me dead.

  “Well, hello, Kerri. What are you doing up so early?” she inquiries knowingly.

  “I just went to get a coffee and… fuck it. Yes, I went to Ren’s place and we fucked like horny rabbits all night,” I relent, pushing past her into the apartment.

  “I know.”

  I spin around to face her. “How?”

  “I was awake when you left last night,” she says.

  “Yeah, but how did you figure I went to see Ren?”

  “Who else would it have been? You don’t use Tinder, because you think it’s ridiculous. You don’t approve of how choosing someone to have sex with has come down to technology. Ren is the only other person that you know in this city, and when you didn’t come back, I figured you weren’t going to the convenience store.” She crosses her arms with a triumphant smile. I groan and turn around. “So how was it?” she calls out.

  “Don’t you have to go to work?” I ask.

  “I’m the boss. I can turn up whenever I want.” Her footsteps get closer. She follows me into my bedroom.

  I sit down on the bed and take off my shoes. “It was better than I imagined.”

  “Yeah? How so?”

  “He was attentive, dominating, submissive. He was so many things rolled into one.”

  “He blew your mind?” she asks.

  I nod. I could try to deny that Ren wasn’t the best sex I’ve had in a very long time, but it would be too hard and I’d be expelling way too much energy. I don’t have time for that business. There is no sufficient way to describe the way he made me feel. The way he worshiped my body, while at the same time, punishing me for all and any of my indiscretions. The look on his face when he emptied himself inside of me. It was serene and like he was high, instead of looking as if he was in pain and needed to drop a massive dump. You know what I’m talking about. The one that looks as if you’ve just pressed pause on a video. I can see why so many women close their eyes when their men come. It’s not out of pleasure, it’s just so they don’t have to see that face on their partner.

  “Pretty much,” I grumble.

  “And that makes you angry?” she asks slowly, with a puzzled look on her face.

  “It would just be easier if he was a dud root.”

  “You mean to tell me you’re thinking of having sex with him again?”

  “No, but I will probably fantasize about it.”

  “Honestly, I think you’re fooling yourself. Okay, I better get going now. I’ll only be there for a few hours. See you when I get back,” she says, standing up and walking out of the room.

  “See ya, Sara.”

  My phone rings next to me, and I pick it up to see Taylor’s face. “Yes?” I say, answering her call.

  “How are you doing?” she asks a little too jovially.

  I raise a brow. “Why so smiley?” I ask.

  “I haven’t seen you in ages. I’m just happy to see your beautiful face,” she responds.

  “I don’t buy it. What are you up to?” I ask.

  “I have some good news. News I know you’ll love.”

  When she doesn’t say anything more, I shoot her an impatient look. “Out with it, girl,” I exclaim, throwing my hand up in the air.

  “I got a call from Rita,” she begins. I nod. Rita is our agent. “It seems as though she has been contacted from the Aikon Broadcasting Service in Tokyo. They want to do the show we have in America, for a fifteen episode special in Tokyo.” She brings closed fists up to her mouth. Her eyes shining bright with excitement, as she waits for my response.

  “You’re kidding me, right?” I ask.

  “Nope.” She shakes her head. “So, what do you think?”

  “I think it’s amazing,” I respond, genuinely.

  It seems strange to say that this is a dream of mine, but it is. I’ve only been here for the past couple of weeks, and I only have a few more days left here, so to know I have the possibility of coming back is the best news I’ve ever been given.

  “Yes!” She claps. “Okay, so of course this show won’t happen until after the wedding, and Rita knows that and has informed Aikon, who are fine with it. However, for us to get things started as soon as I’m back from my honeymoon, we’ll need all the logistics and pre-production sorted as much as we can.”

  “Of course.”

  “Before all this gets organized, they would like to meet with us. They’ve seen our show, but want to know if we are a good fit, as people, for them and the people of Japan.”

  “What about the contract?” I ask.

  “If they like us at the end of the meeting—which they will because you’re one of the best people in the world—they will send over the contract to Rita, who will pass a copy to us. We will read over it and ensure that it fits well before it gets handed to the lawyers to peruse.”

  “Wow. I can’t believe this. First Japan, next I say we go after Greece. I wouldn’t mind trekking over there.”

  “For the people?” Taylor nods with a smile, knowing exactly why I want to go there.

  Ladies, it’s not what you think. Yes, the men are gorgeous, but no cuisine has me frothing as hard as Greek food. Well, other than Japanese food. That is the crème de la crème of the culinary world. I’ll fight all of you who say otherwise.

  “I don’t think Sara is busy tomorrow. I’ll ask her to come with,” I advise.

  “They speak English,” Taylor announces.

  “Means shit, girl. Just because they speak English means nothing. There can still be a loss in translation, and I can’t be dealing with that.”

  “That’s fair enough. Okay! The meeting is set up for two p.m.”

  “Awesome. I’ll speak to Sara when she gets home.”

  “Great. I better get going. I’ve got an incoming call from a client.”

  “See ya.”

  “Bye!”

  Unfortunately, Sara isn’t able to come with me due to work commitments. While the executives from Aikon can speak English, that may not stop them from having their own conversations in Japanese. I know enough to get me by as a tourist, but not enough to hold a conversation. If this happens, I’ll have no idea if they’re bitching about me or not, and as I said to Taylor, things can still be lost in translation.

  I’m pacing the apartment because there is only one other person I know that can help. I don’t want to have to call him, because he’s so damn arrogant, he’ll take this and run with it; like a damn dog.

  “Just call him!” Sara calls from the living room. She’s having a romantic virtual dinner date with Satoru. They haven’t seen each other for a while, and this is the first time they have both had some free time, so I decided to give them space and stay in my room. I would have ventured out, but my stomach has been in knots all day, and that is not a good experience to have while being a tourist in a foreign country.

  I roll my eyes. “I am!”

>   “No, you’re not! I can hear you pacing from out here.”

  “Hi, Kerri,” Satoru calls out.

  I stick my head out of the bedroom and wave at the TV screen. He waves back and gives me a warm smile. “You need to be concentrating on your boyfriend, not me. Shouldn’t you be giving each other some sexy shows?”

  “We’re not making porn,” Satoru states, shocked.

  I wave him off. “You two haven’t seen each other in ages. I’ve been closer to seeing her naked than you have. Give each other a show. Don’t worry about me. I have some awesome noise-canceling headphones in here with me. I’ll be watching my shows. Plus, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen or heard you two go at it.”

  Sara spins around rapidly, and both her and Satoru’s eyes bore into me. Embarrassment on them, as their faces grow into a bright shade of red. “You should see the look on your faces. I’m joking, but I had you though. Relax and get virtually sexy with each other.” Sara picks up a cushion and throws it at the door. I close it just in time to hear it thud against the wood. I hear her apologize for my behavior. Satoru just laughs and tells her that my cooky personality is why he likes me so much.

  Okay, back to the matter at hand. Ren. Do I call him or not? Do I give that smug bastard the satisfaction of knowing he’s helped me for the second time? First, being the awesome fuckfest we had. Oh, first world problems, aye? Poverty-stricken areas are like, when am I going to get food, clean water, and medical supplies? And here I am, not wanting to get help from someone who can help me. There’s something so immensely twisted about this moment.