She gave me no protest. Lust drowned those pupils. Her lips were parted in silent moan. Thrusting in her more, I widened her thighs to make sure I was going as deep as possible.
Her breasts jiggled. The rest of her body moved out of control as she humped and rubbed her clit on me.
“Yes, Layla.” Still holding her up against the wall, I slowly slipped my cock out, inserted it a little into her pussy and rubbed against her g-spot.
She raised her hips and cried out in pleasure. “Oh!”
“Are you going to moan all night for me?”
“Yes!”
“And what about all morning?”
“Yes!”
“And will you moan for me in Tokyo?”
Her eyes widened as she moaned back, “Yes.”
“Hmmm.” I increased my rhythm. My cock vibrated in ecstasy, telling me I was close to climaxing. “You feel so good. So perfect. I could fuck you forever.”
“Oh!”
I fucked her hard. Her breasts bobbed. Her body rocked back and forth.
Hypnotized in the moment, I looked down and watched my cock disappear into that wet pussy. “Oh, Layla. You’re mine.”
She took my cock.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I gave her merciless strokes. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“And I’m all yours.” I knew those to be true words, even though I’d just met her, just tasted her. I could feel myself binding to her and becoming a union that I never experienced before.
More steam rose around us, thickening in gusts. The shower’s drumming continued. And we fell into each other. I sank as deep as humanly possible. We discovered this perfect, sensual rhythm. This rocking and rubbing. This stroking and fucking.
“God yes!” I shifted to bouncing her on my cock.
“Oh.”
I slammed into her. My arms and legs burned from the exertion. I ignored the ache in my knees.
“Reo!” She trembled as she orgasmed. Her creamy arousal poured down my length. “Reo!”
I groaned.
“Don’t stop!”
I gritted my teeth and pumped for all I was worth. “Never.”
“Oh!”
“Yes, Layla. Come for me.”
“Oh!”
“Just like that.”
“Reo!” She sparked my own orgasm to the surface. Those moans ignited it. I tried to pull back and wait for her to finish, but I couldn’t.
“Fuck, Layla!” Wild with lusty insanity, I thrusted. The mushroomed tip of my cock swelled and then burst, exploding hot cum into her. “Mine!”
I slammed into her. “All mine!”
We orgasmed together, merging into one body—one soul. Tied and bound together. Never divided. Never-ending. I’d meant every word. I would never let her go.
It took time for us both to recuperate from the sex.
When our breathing steadied and my heart did too, I dragged my cock out of her, not really wanting to leave, but promising myself I would be back soon.
I turned off the shower and carried her into my bedroom. Her eyelids drooped like she would be falling asleep soon.
I placed her wet body on my bed. “Are you tired?”
“I shouldn’t be, but I am.”
I collapsed on the bed with her. “Why shouldn’t you be?”
“Because you did all the work.”
Chuckling, I grabbed blankets and wrapped our bodies in it, cocooning us in warmth.
“What’s so funny?” She turned around and faced me.
I embraced her. “You inspired every thrust.”
She licked her lips. “It was so good.”
“It will be even better in Tokyo.”
She grinned. “Because sex is better in Japan?”
“Because I’ll have more time to pleasure you there.”
“Why?”
“When this mission is done, my employer won’t need my services for a while.” I traced my finger along her lips.
“Then, stay here for a few days.”
“He likes me to remain close to him, and there is someone’s special friends I should visit there.”
“Mr. Meade is the same way. He would want me close.”
“Are you suggesting that you’ll have an excuse to not come back with me?”
“I may not be able to—”
“You will. Mr. Meade will assure you of it.”
She blinked.
“All you have to do is pack your bags. I’ll handle everything. Transportation, lodging, food, and shopping.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll do more than think about it.” I kissed her.
She shuddered.
I pulled back and gazed at her. “Just say yes.”
She bit her lip.
My commanding voice shifted to a hungry beg. “Layla. . .please.”
She widened her eyes. “Okay.”
“Yes?”
“I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”
“I can.” I ran my fingers through her hair. “You’ll be safe and pampered. You’ll see that you won’t have any regrets.”
She looked at my wrist. “I wanted to ask you something yesterday, but I forgot.”
“What’s that?”
She touched the red string tied around my wrist. “What does this mean?”
Smiling, I rolled to my back. “There is a Japanese legend called the Tale of the Red Strings.”
She moved in closer to me and lay her head on my chest. “I’ve never heard of this.”
“According to the legend, every human has a red string stemming from their heart. The string travels past the chest, down the arm, and it leaves the pinky finger.”
“And what does the string do?”
“It connects to another person’s heart.”