Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
It makes me feel deliciously exposed and vulnerable, the position so wondrously decadent that my flesh starts to grow wet...and wetter...and wetter.
His head starts to descend.
This time, I don’t even think of stopping him.
I can only hold my breath, my legs shaking and growing tenser as his head continues to lower, my entire body tightening as his breath tickles my most sensitive skin—-
And then I feel it.
His tongue oh-so-slowly lining the moist folds of my flesh—-
Ooooooooh.
My fingers tighten over his shoulders.
His tongue thrusts inside of me, and my nails claw his back.
His hands slide up my legs, move to the triangle between them, and then slowly begin to part the folds wide open.
Oh God—-
His tongue drives deeper inside of me.
I scream.
And when his tongue starts thrusting in and out, I can no longer stop screaming.
Yuki. Please. Oh God. Please. Stop. Please. No more.
But of course he doesn’t stop, every word that leaves my lips only making him torment me more, the way we both know I really want. Soon, I’m buckling under his mouth, my body thrashing wildly, and still his tongue plunges deep between the drenched folds of my flesh, tasting and claiming me the way only he has the right to—-
God, it feels so, so good.
My body starts tightening again, and my fingers dig deep into his back.
“Yuki.”
The way I gasp his name is enough for him, and I know he’s understood when I feel his hands moving between our bodies again, this time his fingers seeking the sensitive aching nub hidden partially between my folds.
His fingers capture my clit just as his tongue thrusts back inside of me, and I moan, knowing it’s just the beginning. It will only get better and worse from here, in the most agonizingly beautiful way possible—-
And so it does.
Soon, his tongue is moving in rhythm with his fingers as they pinch my clit harder and harder. It’s everything I want to be and more, and before I know it I’m already screaming his name as I come, my body arching as a stream of wetness floods out of me and down my thighs.
When the sensual haze clears from my mind, I’m completely out of the water and flat on my black on the wooden floor. Yuki is lying on his side next to me, his blue gaze unreadable. I turn to my side to face him, and his lips slowly curve in a wickedly teasing smile. “Ready for Round Two?”
Word of the Day: Omiai, n.
A term that literally translates to ‘looking at each other.’
2. It is commonly misinterpreted as a term synonymous to ‘arranged marriage’ although many such meetings do produce the same results.
A sliver of moonlight snaking on the floor is the first thing I see when I wake up, and for a long while I simply remain lying on the futon, my body pleasantly languid and heavy. Memories drift ever so slowly, and I recall Yuki carrying me out of the onsen and me falling asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow. I was tired, really tired, and as any girl should be, after having made to orgasm thrice in a row – in less than two hours.
I start to get up when a voice from the balcony reaches my ear. The words gradually make sense, and my body stiffens.
It’s Yuki.
He’s on the phone.
And of course it’s her he’s talking to.
It feels like an infinite number of years must have passed when he finally walks back into our suite. My eyes drift close as I sense him lying down on his futon and turning to my side. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know how to feel.
But somehow, I can’t make myself pretend.
My eyes open, and I see him lying on his side. He’s facing me, and he doesn’t look at all surprised to see I’m awake. “I thought you’d keep pretending you were asleep.”
A wobbly smile forms on my lips. “So did I.”
He doesn’t answer, only gazes at me with eyes that tell me – even after all this time – a part of him hasn’t stopped hurting at the sight of me. That part of him is still terrified I’m weak – and that it’s his hands again that would destroy me. There are nights when I can’t stop thinking about this part of him, nights when I question myself over and over if it’s right for me to be so selfish—-
“Yuki...” I fight to keep my voice from shaking. “You don’t need to hide anything from me. I’ll always trust you. Okay?”
He breathes hard while I find myself holding mine, waiting, dreading—-
“You know,” he says finally. “Don’t you?”
I almost smile, and I kind of feel like I have to, just so I won’t end up crying.