There was no denying it. I craved him and relished in his touch as well as those lovely, wet kisses.
I wanted him. Fuck, I needed him. All over my body, fucking me crazy. Going deep. So deep he touched my soul.
For a few seconds, I considered getting up and calling him upstairs. Terror rushed through me.
No. Not yet. . .but. . .one day.
I swallowed and returned to me.
First get used to you touching yourself.
Regardless of the little fear that came my way, I was highly aroused. All I needed to do was think of Yoshiro—that hot body, those lips, his kindness, and constant protected. With those thoughts, I was so wet between my thighs. So ready.
A wonderful urge rushed through my blood. It was more than a small itch to be fucked. My body starved for sexual pleasure. How long had I denied myself this simple task?
I thought about how Yoshiro’s hard cock pressed against my stomach, when we kissed. How bad he’d wanted to take me to bed both times we were alone in his bedroom.
How big is it? How thick? How long? Fuck.
I couldn’t help it anymore. I slipped my hands along my breasts, toying with my nipples and imagining his big, hard cock in front of me, thickening and erupting. My mouth salivated. I bet his cock was long with pulsating veins running down his thick shaft.
It appeared so real within my closed eyes. So real, I could smell it. That masculine scent always emitting off of Yoshiro.
In my mind, the mushroomed tip oozed precum.
A shiver ran through me.
My pussy grew slick. Wetness ran down the folds of my ass. I knew the bed was already soaked.
His earlier words played in my head.
His eyelids had hung heavy with desire. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I. . .I want you to promise to not go tonight.”
“I won’t. I’m going. I won’t stop, until he’s gone.”
“Then, let me go.”
“No.” He’d licked his lips.
“You can’t keep going after him—”
“I can and I will.” He leaned his head to the side. “Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to run anymore. I want you to stay right here with me.”
I slipped my hands away from my breasts and brushed my fingertips along my swelling clit.
“I’ll always protect you. I’ll never stop. It doesn’t matter, if I get hurt. And it damn sure doesn’t matter, if I die. All I care about is your kids and you being safe.”
Desire tickled my toes and then expanded upward traveling through me and taunting my pussy. So drenched, my fingers slipped in and out of my throbbing pussy. Instead of one finger, I had three, doing my best to mimic his cock.
I craved him so. I’d known that I liked him, possibly even falling. I understood that he had triggered warm emotions in me. I even admitted that I thought about him all day and loved to be in his space.
But in this moment as I played with my pussy and imagined him, I knew that I needed Yoshiro. And not just his protection or kindness. Not only his compassion and love. But what I needed most was that cock—pushing in and out of me.
I let my other hand wander along my stomach and then brought to my breasts. I pinched my nipple and then let go, flicked the tip and groaned.
Both hands worked my body—one played between my thighs, fucking my pussy. The other toyed with my nipples.
My pulse quickened.
My breaths picked up.
In my mind, Yoshiro lay me down on this very bed and pierced me.
Pleasure rippled through me. I bit my lip, holding back my cries of pleasure.
God, you would feel so good, Yoshiro.
If his kisses were any indicator of the passion he could bring, then my pussy would love him. In my head, Yoshiro moved on top of me, pumping his thick, hard cock into my pussy. The whole time I loved the mental movie. I stroked and teased my moist clit, teasing and rubbing small circles.
A soft moan left my parted lips.
I arched up, rocking the bed slowly.
My fingers left my clit and lightly caressed the entrance. My pussy was so warm, soft, and greedy for more.
Oh, Yoshiro.
I slid my fingers slowly inside, pushing deeper. My pussy contracted along the digit, drawing my finger in some more.
In my head, Yoshiro rocked that cock into me with perfect precision. So hot. So sensual. So full of erotic images, I lost myself.
I moved my hand from my breasts and strummed my clit, while the other hand stroked in and out.
My orgasm rose in my core, and Yoshiro fucked me harder, pounding and penetrating me. Desire shuddered through every inch of my body. I curled my toes, loving the sensations so much.
Goddamn it! What’s taken me so long?
My breasts bounced and bobbled those hard nipples.