Akira Tong for Christmas (18 page)

I sobbed as I hungrily scraped my fingers over him. His scalp, his neck, his shoulders. Our breaths came hard, mixed with whimpers and moans. He pressed his hands against my butt, forcing his erection against me, making my pussy throb.

“Aki,” I gasped weakly as I held on to his shoulders while his mouth and teeth found my neck and sucked. Liquid desire replaced the strength in my legs, and he lowered me to the floor. His fingers were on my pussy, stroking softly. Akira’s eyes clenched tightly as though he thought he’d never be able to touch me again. His eyes remained closed as he plunged his finger inside me. I cried out over and over, arching my back with the explosion of pleasure.

Akira’s mouth was on mine, his tongue and lips so hungry. When had he gotten naked? Oh God, he felt so good pressed between my legs. I embraced his broad back, feeling every warm silk ridge, moaning softly, but wanting so badly to scream my joy. His cock slid along my pussy.

“Oh God, yes. God, yes. Fuck me, Aki.”

He drove into me with a stifled roar. Then he fucked me so fast and hard I could only hold on tight and fight not to scream. I bit my lower lip and thrashed my head. Akira’s entire body seemed to try and ram through mine. His mouth at my ear filled my world with the delicious sounds of his strained groans.

I came so suddenly, it felt like I erupted from my core. I squeezed his sides between my legs, my body arching with the intense pleasure, then squirming as the climax milked every muscle in my body.

Akira kissed my open mouth as love raged through me.

He rolled until he was on his back with me on top. He embraced me tightly with his arms and legs. I lay on his chest, winded and satisfied, listening and feeling his heart race hard. Heaven.

He finally stirred and helped me up, hugging me tight, his hands roaming over every inch of my body as he nuzzled my ear and face with his nose. I could feel him smelling me. I returned every gesture with exact measure, letting him know I felt the same. He led me by the hand through a doorway. His private bath came into view when he flicked on the lights. He went to the shower, turned on the water, and when the temperature was right, he stepped in and pulled me into his arms. While the water ran between us, he kissed me so tenderly and stroked my face with one hand, pressing me close to his body with the other. He seemed lost in the feeling, closing his eyes, brushing his lips over mine and his nose over my skin as he slid his tongue in and out of my mouth in a delicate, careful way. Like he’d gotten this rare chance to have what seemed impossible to him.

There were no actual words. But
I love you, I need you, I missed you
were understood so completely.

I stood there, letting myself enjoy it, telling myself it was never going away; this is how it would be forever. I let my head fall back with the ecstasy of it. Having this man loving me so fiercely and completely. This was my purpose. Loving and being loved. That was it. Everything else was second to that. I’d found the center of the universe, and I could do anything from there.

I would do anything to protect it.

Courage and need bloomed inside me. Akira responded to the urgency in my touch. He was already glued to me, so when he moved forward, it forced me to step back until I was against the glass shower wall. His body still pressed to me, he glided his hands down my arms while gazing into my eyes, silently saying,
I want to show you what you mean to me. How much I want you…need you…love you
. His fingers locked into mine, and he raised my arms, pinning them against the glass. He stepped back, his eyes moving over my face, neck, then stopping on my breasts.

I couldn’t help but cringe a little. Being around women with perfect boobs had taken its toll. I watched his face carefully, my breaths telling on me. His eyes sought mine, and I wondered at the turmoil reflected in his gaze and pinched skin between his brows. “
Anata wa utsukashii desu
.” The words seemed to hurt him.

I studied his full lips, parted for his labored breaths. “What…does that mean?” I whispered.

He turned my hands so my palms pressed the shower. “Hold on for me.” His voice croaked.

I swallowed and pressed my hands into the shower walls. Beginning at my wrists, he traced my arms until his fingers circled my breasts. He claimed them gently with both hands. “I said…you are beautiful.” The sincerity of his words, and his palms lightly moving over my erect nipples, made me dizzy.

My heart sped up, wanting that to be true. For him. So why would his insult about my breasts that day in New York choose this moment to sting my heart?

He searched my face, and I must’ve been an open book. “I lied that day.” The continuous circles over my nipples was an intoxicating persuasion. “How could I know when I’d never seen?” My breath came faster as heat gathered to the point of pain between my legs. I tried to focus.

“They’re…not very big,” I whimpered as his face eased closer.

His lips brushed mine, and the back of each finger strummed lightly over my nipples. I panted as he hovered next to my mouth. “No, they’re not very big.” His silky words warmed my mouth as his tongue traced my upper lip. “They’re very perfect.”

I was either hardheaded or starving for more persuasion. “You’re just…saying that.” My words barely squeaked out.

He pushed a leg up against my throbbing clit, and I moaned, pressing my pussy on him, needing to ease the ache as well as feed it.

“Look at me, Sarah.”

My heavy lids rose, unable to deny such need in his voice.

He used that same leg and lifted one of mine against the glass. When it was hiked up high and I was open for him, he traced my entire shape with a finger, stroking over my pussy lips and then along my wet slit. “Perfect,” he whispered, twirling the tip of his finger oh so slowly at my entrance. “Everywhere.” His twirling finger made its way to my clit, and I held his gaze as the soft tip circled right on the hard bud with such gentleness.

I pressed the walls hard, loving it, wanting it.

He watched my face as his finger twirled its way back down to my begging entrance. “You have no idea”—he wiggled his finger inside—“what you do to me.”

The pleasure was unbearable. My eyes shut, and I began to make desperate mewling sounds. I couldn’t think anymore, only feel. His breath hit my face, hot and unsteady as he swirled that finger deeper until his hand was pressed firmly against my body.

“Tell me.” His words rasped my lips as his finger stroked that spot deep inside with a sensual rhythm, his other hand rolling my nipple.

Do it
. That was all I could think to tell him.
Yes, do it, please.

“Tell me you believe me.” He flicked hard and fast, and I cried out, my legs losing strength.

“Yes.” I gasped. “Yes.” To everything he said, anything he said.

He traced my parted lips with his tongue, then sucked as he went back to sensually rubbing over my center, his other hand sliding up my neck and ending at my jaw, holding firmly. His lips melted into mine.

I stood there, receiving the pleasure, unable to think beyond simply enduring. His tongue made love to my mouth with the same precision as his finger.

He removed his finger, and I whimpered at the loss. His tongue never stopped adoring my lips as the head of his cock pressed hard against my opening, poised, ready.

“Aki.” I spoke his name weakly into his mouth.

His lips gradually unfused from mine, and my eyes fluttered open. He stared into my gaze and slid his cock, inch by inch, into me.

The amazing feeling stole my breath. He studied the effect he had on me, stroking his fingers over my face. “You look so good when I’m fucking you.” He thrust in to the hilt. Pinning me with his throbbing cock, I watched his gaze darken into something deliciously feral. He locked his fingers in mine again, then held them against the shower and stood to his full height, forcing me to slide higher on the wall till I was on my tiptoes.

“I need to wrap my legs around you,” I cried, desperate.

He looked down, then back up at me. “Does it hurt?”

I shook my head.

His gaze traveled slowly back down my body. “I want you like this.” My heart skipped a beat at the threat of pleasure in his tone.

I wasn’t sure how this would work. But he seemed to have an idea, and his shaft twitched deep inside me with that knowing.

Holding tight to my hands, he pulled his hips back. His cock glided out, and my body slid down the shower wall a little. He flicked his hips up, ramming his cock deep. I choked back a scream as his shaft impaled me hard against the glass wall.

A few more trial thrusts, and Akira’s growls and groans came with his labored breaths.

“Do it,” I gasped, wanting him to pound into me. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

His fingers tightened more, and he began to buck his hips.

“Oh God. Oh God” was all I could say, as he made me bounce on his cock.

“Fuck!” he half rasped and half growled, watching my tits dance as he used his hips to flick me up and down on his cock. So good. So good. So good.

He began to pump faster as his orgasm raged forward, shoving him over the edge. He released one of my hands and yanked my leg up high as he drove into me at a frenzied pace, his climax filling his voice with, “Oh yes, oh God, fuck, fuck, yes.” His head went back, and I got to see him in that exotic state of abandon as his orgasm pumped in hot, spurting waves into me. I reached out and touched the beauty of his neck with my free hand, feeling the power of his climax under my fingertips.

“Look at me, Aki.” I wanted to see it in his face.

His head came forward, and I stroked his parted lips, adoring the way they tightened at first, then opened wide when the rapture washed through him. So beautiful.

“I love you,” I whispered, squeezing the fingers still wrapped in mine, while stroking over his heaving chest and abs with my other hand. “God, you are so fine. So damn sexy. I can’t stop wanting you.” He dived on my mouth, making me gasp in surprise. It was his way of telling me he felt the exact same. Showing me.

His face was suddenly between my legs, no sweet and slow descent, his hand holding up one leg, his lips and tongue feasting furiously on me. I held on again, shuddering under his hunger, pumping my hips against his mouth with a cry.

He slid his finger inside me and vigorously worked my core with the same rhythm and intensity his tongue worked my clit. “Oh. Oh. Shit, yes.” I looked down in astonished pleasure right when his finger tickled my ass. “Oh God, yes. Yes, that.”

He let out a pained groan, pressing his lips tightly to my pussy and sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking rapidly with his tongue. My limbs trembled uncontrollably. The heat in my clit became intense.

“Ohhh, ohhh.”

He rammed his finger in and out of me noisily, fucking my ass with shallow little jabs. It was perfect.

The perfect combination for the perfect orgasmic storm.

“Yes, yes!” My final moan rode the burst of pleasure that racked every nerve in my body for endless seconds. In that time, in all the universe, there was only the fire in my clit, shooting through my mind and body, and the awareness of Akira’s mouth moving inside my pussy lips as he forced me to take every bit, his groans of satisfaction strumming through me.

He stood and lifted me in his arms, no doubt aware I was truly having a hard time standing. I clutched his neck, still breathing through the remnants of pleasure. “My God,” I whispered.

He chuckled and kissed me, moaning into my mouth. He walked me to his bed, never letting his lips stray entirely off mine. Not even when he laid me down. He crawled in next to me and covered us, wrapping me in his arms and legs.

I wanted to fall asleep that way forever, but I knew we’d have to discuss the elephant in the room soon. And how did we shoot said elephant between the eyes and bury him for good?

Not to mention I needed to sneak back to my room before I got found out.

* * * *

“Sarah.”

I jolted awake and found Akira with his finger on his lips. “Shhhh.” He pointed to the door, pulled me out of the bed, and tiptoed with me to the closet right as a knock sounded.

He spoke in harsh Japanese, and a female voice answered back, equally harsh.

I tried to determine who the voice belonged to. I’d never really heard Kat speak in Japanese much, so it was hard to tell.

“I haven’t seen him. I’ve been sleeping.” He added some more Japanese.

I fumbled with my clothes that I’d removed, found all the pins on the floor, and began putting my hair back up. I was about to put on the stupid wig when the closet doors opened and Akira came in. “You’re missing,” he informed me.

“Oh crap. What time is it?”

“Nine thirty in the morning.” His face became pained when he saw me in those clothes. “You look amazing with your hair up, but I loathe you dressed that way again.” He hurried to me. “I take it that is your twin sister with you?”

I nodded, needing to talk about that elephant thingy, but Akira crushed me in his embrace, tongue in my mouth. He paused, gasping. “I thought she was you at first. When I realized she wasn’t, I thought I’d die.” He kissed me again, his hands desperate as they roamed all over me.

Did that mean he was keeping me?

I broke the kiss. “Why did you leave me?”

He held my face. “Damn it, it’s not safe. You’re not safe. You should have never come here.” He drove his tongue into my mouth, moaning. He sounded hungry. Too hungry. The kind of hungry that said he’d never taste me again.

I panicked and broke the kiss. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not.”

“Stop. I won’t risk your life. I love you too much.”

“Well, maybe there’s another way,” I hissed, ready to shake him.

“You don’t understand who we’re dealing with. They don’t compromise. You do what they want, or you die. It’s that simple.”

“What do they want from you?”

Another knock sounded on the door.

“Damn it, finish getting dressed. I want you on a plane today.”

“What? No! No way!”

Akira crushed me in his embrace again, and I fought him.