And that pleasure is so easy to come by. Even now.
Even when my heart is breaking in my chest, my pussy is juicing up for him.
My belly is getting heavier and my nipples are swollen and sensitive.
My moans aren’t that far behind either.
And neither are his growls and grunts.
Even though we’re in the water that clings to every part of our bodies, I can still tell when his cock leaks pre-cum and when that thick and musky juice rubs over the center of my pussy. I can even smell it from here. His arousal and my lust.
I can smell us over the sweet cherry blossoms.
And we smell good.
We smell so good and he humps me so well against his dick that I come. I shatter around him, jerking and twisting in his lap and moaning and whimpering in his mouth.
The mouth that he’s yet to break away from mine.
He kisses me all through my orgasm and he keeps kissing me as I go limp and lazy around him. Then, in a serious and sheer display of strength, he comes to his feet in the water, with me stuck to his chest and his lips. I hear water splashing and splattering all over the floor as he gets out of the tub and then he’s walking back into the bedroom.
He’s laying me down on his bed while he simultaneously lies down on me.
And because I’ve had so much practice over the past couple of weeks, I open myself up for him easily. My wet and dripping thighs spread and my rounded hips arch up so he can slide inside of me without a thought or hesitation or delay.
Without breaking this never-ending kiss.
In the back of my mind I’m thinking — crazily and irrationally — that if I keep kissing him and kissing him, he might never leave. And we might live like this forever, inside this kiss, inside each other’s mouths.
But of course, he’s not as romantic as I am.
He’s not as crazy as I am.
Because he does break the kiss.
He comes up for air and I’m annoyed.
I wanna go back to suffocating each other with our cherry blossom kisses.
I blink up at him, at the magnificent splendor that he is as he comes up to his knees between my open legs, his muscles dripping with water and his cock jutting out. I see him twist and reach for his nightstand but before he can even open the drawer, I say, “No.”
He turns back to me, his eyes intense, and I continue, “No condom.” His jaw clenches at my protest but before he can say anything, I shut him up like he did back in the bathtub. “I want to feel you. Every part of you,” at least once before we say goodbye, “and that’s my final wish.”
He watches me all still and frozen for a few seconds, his slick dark hair dripping water, his eyes intense.
And I stare back at him with all my defiance.
All the recklessness and poor judgement.
I’m his diva in this moment. His spoiled baby who doesn’t think of the consequences of her actions.
And in the back of my mind, where I’m more mature and I have more sense, I know this is wrong. I know this is risky. But I don’t care. If this is the last time that we’ll ever be together this way — because he’s a stubborn ass — then he has to give me this.
If he won’t give me what I truly want then he has to give me this last rebellion.
And a moment later, he makes up his mind to do just that.
Instead of punishing me for this rebellion, my guardian decides to indulge me for the very last time.
His forehead now clear of the frown he had, and his jaw now relaxed, he comes over me then, like a dark but cozy cloud of rain. My thighs wrap around him again, my feet slipping and splashing the water on the small of his back.
With his eyes staring into mine, he adjusts his cock at my entrance.
I feel the head of it right there, right at the edge.
Braced on his elbows, he brings his hands up to join with mine on either side of my head.
I feel our fingers locking together, holding onto each other.
And then with one single smooth push of his hips, he’s in.
He’s inside of me and then I just feel.
Everything.
Every ridge of his bare cock. That vein that I love so much, all swollen and throbbing. That smooth and velvety skin sliding into my channel.
And it’s so amazing, it feels so good that my eyes flutter closed.
My back arches.
And I moan, my fingers tightening against his.
This is heaven, his bare dick inside of me. It has to be.
This is death, so peaceful and resting. This is love, so hot and burning.