Turning back to the bed, she turned down her covers and picked up her tablet, sat back against the pillows, and opened a book app but didn’t lie down for fear she’d fall asleep reading without her hair wrapped in her silk scarf, which would lead to a disaster in the morning, not to mention her being suffocated by her massive curls throughout the night.
The soft whisper of the door opening brought her head up. To say her world stopped would be too much of a cliché, but if that wasn’t the perfect analogy, she didn’t know what else would suffice. Akchiro strode into the room, his eyes locked on her. Flower inhaled, taking in his clean, fresh scent as it wafted over to her. He’d used the bath in one of the guest suites. She needn’t have worried. He was here and obviously ready if the huge bulge in his silk pajama bottoms was any indication. His hair flowed around his shoulders, gleaming and lush. That was the only softness he displayed. He could have been cut from stone the way the silk shirt outlined every line and hallow of his body leaving nothing to the imagination. His body was more than a revelation—it was a temple of strength that promised pleasure. His eyes glinted, but she couldn’t tell due to the darkness what emotion played in their depths. He didn’t bother going over to the opposite side of the bed but headed directly over to her. His pace was brisk. She pushed back against the headboard. Her heart was hammering. He stalked her like an apex predator, and her heart fluttered like his prey, yet unlike a gazelle, she wanted to be caught and devoured by him. When he reached her side, he plucked the tablet from her hands, turned it off, and put it inside the drawer of the nightstand. He caressed her hair.
“You are so beautiful.”
She looked up into his eyes at his hushed words. “As are you.” She gave a small smile, looking up at him and hoping to quell the tremor of her lips.
Her tummy quivered. She reached for the ties of his pants, determined to be brave. He caught her hands just as she attempted to pull the ties loose and shook his head. Grabbing her hand, he pulled it to his lips and kissed each knuckle before nipping the hollow between her thumb and forefinger. Flower gasped. Her body clenched low in her belly. She’d never known that plump little spot could cause a hot rush of warmth between her legs. She knew then that tonight was going to be quite an education.
Then his tongue swept against that same spot, and a little hum of a moan escaped her. His mouth lifted in a rare smile. “I love how responsive you are. I like seeing how ready you are for me.”
Flower pulled her hand back. “Then come get me.” She slid farther down into the bed. Akchiro followed, his big body aligning perfectly atop hers. She could feel every part of him pressed against her, and she reveled in it. He felt divine. Hard where she was soft like he had been created especially for her, and she wanted more. She wanted his skin. She reached forward again, pulling at his shirt. Again, he caught her hands. “Don’t make me tie you up,” he growled and took her lips, nipping the bottom then sucking it into his mouth to assuage the pain he’d caused. Her protest forgotten, Flower opened herself to his lips and tongue as he delved in, taking, conquering, leaving her nothing but pleasure assaulting her senses. She wondered again if she would come from his kisses. He ground his hard dick against her right where she needed it and found she had her answer.
She could not help her body’s response to his hardness or his possession. She was so in sync with him that she could do nothing save meet every dip and swerve of his hips. She wanted to grab him was but was scared that he’d stop, so she kept her hands where he’s placed them above her head. Instead she locked her legs around him to meet his every move, trying to beguile him into pulling her ever closer to bliss. She had no need to fret. Flower arched her pelvis, bringing her core up against his, and he met her. Her gown and sliver of thong trapped between them wet with her essence causing a delicate friction against her clit as he drove against her again and again. Flower arched higher as Akchiro pulled out of the kiss and gripped her bottom, bringing her hard against his dick. “Come for me, Flower, so I can lick your little pussy clean.” Then he bit her earlobe, and all she saw were stars against eyelids held tight as her orgasm pounded her “little pussy” as he rode her hard, his dick hitting her everywhere she needed with the right speed and intensity. He was perfection.
Her breath had barely returned when he leaned back and looked down at her. She tried to close her legs. He only pushed them farther apart after giving her a hard look. He was so fucking relentless, she thought, she’d do well to remember that. He pushed the gown up high on her belly and gathered the thong in one hand, pulling it until it slipped between the folds of her lower lips all but disappearing. “Look at yourself.” His voice was an urgent whisper, it was almost as if he were in awe of what he saw. Flower followed his gaze down. A hot blush stung her cheeks, and she was glad of her dark skin. She could see her clitoris trapped in the silken thong as he moved it side to side, causing the most deliciously naughty sensations against her already aroused body. “This pussy is mine and is too pretty to be covered. Don’t wear them again.” His voice never raised an octave as he gave the admonishment, it didn’t need to—the sting as he ripped the panty away spoke loud enough.
Flower gasped. More sensations ripped through her. Not quite an orgasm, but the pleasure and pain mingled and pushed her ever closer to the edge. “Damn you, Akchiro.” Her moaned epithet underscored by the arching and twisting of her hips had him captivated, she could see from her vantage point.
Akchiro kissed her again hotly, briefly. “Does that hurt? Let me make it better,” Tossing the panties aside, he slid down her body.
The sensuous glide of his body against her already oversensitized flesh made her squirm more underneath him. He reached up, pinching her already tight nipples, causing her body to bend like a stringed bow into his touch. Then his big hands massaged away the sting, cupping the whole globe of both breasts as he trailed kisses along her tummy. He lifted his head just as he reached her pubic bone. “At some point I will slide between these beauties as I fuck your mouth. Will you like that, Flower?” She whimpered even as she felt herself nodding, captured in his gaze. She was sure anyone who knew him would be apoplectic to hear him speak thus. Damn, he had a naughty mouth. A mouth that continued to descend and stretch as he engulfed her in its hot recesses.
His mouth covered the mound of her pussy. The sensation of the pull and drag of his tongue left her enraptured. She bucked off the bed, pushing herself into his mouth. He used a firm hand on her belly to still her and sucked the top of her pussy in long drags. Akchiro pulled away and looked at his handiwork. She saw a look of pride spark in eyes as he looked down at her protruding clit. There was nothing she could hide from him. He spread her farther with two fingers. She cried out when he blew a cool stream of air directly at her entrance. His tongue darted out, flicking her clit. One, two strokes…
“No, Akchiro, I can’t take it,” she whimpered, moving away from his tongue on her oversensitive flesh.
“Shh…it’s okay. I have you, Flower. Whatever you need, I’m here,” he murmured to her then moved his mouth away from the sensitive peak and began to kiss and nibble the sides and outer lips. Using his tongue, he lightly caressed the outer and inner recesses of her vagina, slowly working his way closer to the center. Adding the pressure of his fingers, Akchiro gradually brought Flower closer to accepting his direct touch. She was amazed at the time he was taking to make this good for her. It made her feel cared for—cherished. Her body responded on its own accord.
She was brimming with heat dead at her center now. She wanted him there now. “Akchiro.” Her plea died on her lips as he took her again in his mouth similar to the first time, only this time, he only used his mouth to hold her as he swirled his tongue relentlessly against her swollen, throbbing clit. “Akchiro—” His name became more than a litany. It was a prayer as she called to him over and over again as agony and ecstasy consumed her and knocked her into another stratosphere of existence. He held her firm as his tongue flicked her clit over and ove
r again until she felt a warm essence spill from her, and just as he promised, he licked her clean.
“I knew your pussy would taste good. I hadn’t anticipated this much pleasure.” Their gazes were ensnared as she watched him lick his lips, closing his eyes in pleasure. He rose up on his hunches then prowled to her side, kissing her cheek then her neck, running his hands over her hair, placing more kisses at her temple. He pulled her trembling body into his tight embrace, giving her the much needed time to come down from the effects of what he’d wrought in her body.
Looking up at him, Flower smiled and lifted her head to take his mouth in a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and felt naughtiness slither up her spine and felt emboldened. He groaned when she deepened the kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She felt her body tighten and her essence begin to slick her core again to make ready for him. She ground her body against his again, frustrated and needy, wanting to touch his skin and feel it glide against her. She’d ask him why he wouldn’t disrobe later because now the most pressing matter was finally having him inside her.
She trailed her lips away from his delicious mouth along his jaw and down to his neck. He’d shaved, so his face and neck were smooth, and she wouldn’t have beard burn on her body from his attention. The care he’d taken to ensure her comfort settled deep in her heart. She smiled when his breath caught as she sucked and nipped him careful not to bruise him. She rubbed her hands over his chest and biceps, paying close attention to every exhale and inhale to help her learn what he liked and how he liked to be touched. She rubbed her fingers over his nipples, bringing the peaks to points against the silk. She kissed the center of his chest. The material was thin enough that she could feel the heat radiating through. She rubbed her face against the smooth surface, wanting to be closer to him. He was like a furnace. The heat emanating from him made her want to seek that warmth, so she moved against him, seeking to get ever closer.
She slid down just a little and took his left nipple into her mouth, sucking through the silk. The groan rumbled deep in his chest and Flower couldn’t help but smile in response. She felt powerful as she moved to the other side to lavish it with her attention. Akchiro gripped the back of her head, holding her there as she sucked, nibbled, and laved his nipple.
Flower could feel his erection pulsating against her, and she was compelled to touch him. Her hand smoothed down the hard ridges of his chest, down the chilled plains of his belly, feeling his stomach concave at her touch. Down her hand went until she came in contact with the huge tenting of his pants. His dick was pressed high and hard against the silk. The place the head rested against was wet. Flower cut her eyes to Akchiro as she took him in hand. She pumped him. Her grip was firm as she allowed her hand to slip up and down his hardness. He thrust his hips in time with her. Flower felt powerful and bold.
“Do you like that, Akchiro?” She smiled up at him as his eyes narrowed in sheer lust at her words. “Do you like how I handle your dick? Shall I put it in my mouth?” Not waiting for an answer, Flower dipped her head and took his silk-encased dick into her mouth.
“Fuuuuck…” he gasped and groaned, holding her head in place as he began to fuck her mouth. Flower felt her eyes roll back in her head as he pushed his hard-as-steel dick deep into her throat. Could she come from sucking him off? The way her pussy clenched and throbbed, it felt as if she would. Such delicious wickedness could not be contained. The silk was plastered against him and held the moisture her mouth produced, making it slick and easier to take him as deep as she needed. Her pussy clenched hard when he pressed deep into her throat. She knew what she lacked in experience would be more than made up with her enthusiasm. She could taste his come seeping out, and she loved every drop.
“No.”
He pulled back. “When I come, it will be inside of you,” he gritted out and pulled her back up so they were face to face. “Later I will spank you for that.” She had no doubt where he’d be spanking. “But for now, I will settle for finally getting what I have wanted from the moment I saw you on the dance floor with your friends.” His words were harsh and rushed as he reached between them, touching the slick wetness that rained from her. She arched against him, moving as close as possible, and his fingers dipped inside, readying her for him. His fingers were firm, his touch was gentle as he rubbed and massaged her wetness around her folds. Slipping lower, he teased her entrance using the slickness to ease his way.
“You’re so tight…”
“I’m ready,” she hurriedly whispered against his lips, opening her legs wide in invitation.
His eyes met hers, intense and heated. “So am I.”
Chapter 11
Akchiro felt his heart pounding like a thousand drumbeats as he looked down at Flower’s sweetness while he positioned himself at her entrance. Did his hand actually tremble when he went to touch her? He closed his eyes against the anger and, yes, shame that assailed him. He was being brought low by this woman, who—from everything he could tell from the moment he’d touched her in his car the very first night he’d seen her—had very limited experience or woefully ignorant lovers before. He knew from the way she’d come for him, no one had ever brought her to orgasm with their mouth before. He didn’t question it, simply quelled the rioting emotions that particular thought caused as well. He had to get his mind right, or he'd lose face in front of this woman he really wanted to pleasure.
He made his touch soft as a butterfly’s wing as he stroked her again, wanting to make her wetter for him. He watched her intently, moving his fingers in a swirling pattern over her lower lips, careful not to put pressure on her sensitive clit. As sweet nectar wept from her, he used it to open her farther, sliding against her opening but not penetrating.
She squirmed, twisting, arching, beckoning. He wanted her begging. More swirls, more added pressure. “Akchiro.” He liked to hear his name on her lips; it made his heart kick up a beat. There. He bit his lip, looking at her as she caught his gaze when she was able to accept his touch on her hot little clit again. This was going to take all of his considerable Takeda control not to fall on her like a rutting beast.
“Be good and come for me again, Flower, so I can fuck you,” he urged her. His dick jumped when her legs squeezed tight against his hand as her orgasm shook her to her core. His fingers were slick with her wetness as he removed them then wickedly sucked him clean. Damn, she tasted like heaven. He would never get enough of how good her pussy tasted.
Her legs fell open. That was all the invitation he needed. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the head against her wetness, saturating himself with her, cognizant of his size. He pressed into her. His heart almost stopped when he came up against the barrier of her hymen. He felt her stiffen, and he knew it wasn’t because of pain. She knew that he knew. She grabbed him and brought him down into a kiss. He didn’t press farther but allowed himself to fall deeper into the kiss.
All he heard was mine roaring in his head when he felt her tight little pussy clenched around him. Fuck. She was a virgin. He didn’t let his mind wonder how that could be or worry about why she hadn’t told him. All that mattered was that she was and had chosen him. Now he had no choice but to choose her. Flower didn’t know—couldn’t have any fucking idea or could ever fucking fathom what she had just done, that her pussy, her life, her very soul was his now. She was his. His.
He pulled back, leaning back on his hunches to where he knelt between her legs and ripped off the long-sleeve T-shirt he’d worn every night with her and had planned to wear for the duration of their time together. She gasped at what he revealed. His double dragon on dragon tattoo interwoven, indicating his samurai lineage from both his parents. Beautiful dragons dancing, fighting on the cusp of loving, ran the length of his body moving from front to back as they clawed and embraced, ready to kill one another rather than cede any territory. Never to be conquered.
He smiled down at her. But she was too captivated by what she saw to know the meaning and gravity of her even being al
lowed to see him like this. She would learn tonight. She’d chosen the red string of fate, and that made her his. His dick got harder at the thought bumping at his belly. That she noticed. She also looked at his face, misreading his determination for anger. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you…” She trailed off as he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is you chose me. Is this what you want, Flower? Do you choose me?” His heart pounded, waiting for her answer.
“Yes.”
He went to her then, taking her lips. His heart soared as she opened her mouth and legs wider for him. She took his possession. He could hardly control his response but vowed to make this good for her. Her heat was scorching. He ground against her slickness. Over and over again, he took her lips then nipped her hard. “Never keep things from me again,” he growled on her gasp before sucking her lip back into his mouth to assuage the hurt.
Moving to her neck, he kissed her there, but unlike her, he was determined to mark her as his. The purpling bruise would ache a little tomorrow, though she’d be reminded to whom she now belonged. He licked the spot and groaned when her nails scored his back. Damn, his dragons liked that. He couldn’t wait to be inside her. Her breasts were begging for his attention. She rubbed restlessly against him. He pushed them together, sucking them into his mouth, and while he pressed the nipples together, he flicked his tongue over them. Her heels dug into the bed as she arched into his mouth.
“That’s right, show me what you like,” he whispered, making butterfly-light flicks over the little peaks before taking them into his mouth again. He hissed when she speared her fingers into his hair, holding him there. She was so incredibly responsive. Triumph made his heart beat faster. He ached to touch her.
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