Akira Tong for Christmas (9 page)

Soon.

With a growl, he drove his tongue into my mouth and his finger deep inside me in one thrust. He devoured my sharp gasp with a deep groan, working his finger mercilessly over a spot at my core that shot acute pleasure into my limbs. The kind of sensation that made me want to collapse, swoon, and cry out.

His kisses began to descend to my chin, my neck. His finger slid slowly in and out of me. I watched his lips make it to my breasts. He paused and gazed at them, winded with his need while sinking his finger as deep as he could go. He lowered his head and gently sucked the plump part of my nipple. I cried out and arched my back, my fingers winding in his beautiful hair. “Akira.” He pulled up a little, and my nipple smacked from his lips, tall and hard. Then his tongue—his heavenly tongue I’d fantasized about—danced over the tip of it as he flicked that spot deep inside my pussy. My clit throbbed in time with his tongue, and my core trembled with a building, succulent thickness. My cries of “Yes, yes, yes” came fast and loud.

His finger slid out of me and up to my clit.

“Oh God, Aki!”

He knelt between my legs and stroked my inner thighs, then worked his middle finger back inside me.

He drew it out and wet my clit. I was so close. I could feel the heat past the point of no return, bud thick with it. He lay between my legs. He was going to do that? Put his lips and tongue on me? I got up on my elbows, gasping, never having wanted anything so much. His sexy dark eyes lifted to mine as he leaned in and placed his lips on my clit. I stifled a cry when he pushed his finger deep, to the hilt, as his lips made out with my pussy. My eyes rolled up, and my head fell back. “Aki, yes, yes.” A strobe flick of his tongue on my clit and his finger deep inside dropped me onto the bed, consumed with the pleasure. Thrashing my head, forcing my legs wider, and latching fingers into silky hair, I was so lost in the moment. “God, oh…oh God, don’t stop,” I cried, feeling my orgasm. A sharp gasp came with my climax, followed by a litany of escalating moans as he worked my clit so perfectly with his tongue and stroked that spot inside me harder. “I’m coming!” I shuddered and bucked under his mouth. His hands squeezed at the junction of my thighs, feeling it, milking it, his groans constant and satisfied as my entire body trembled, and my fingers pulled at his hair as I ground my pussy on his lips.

I’d never be able to look him in the mouth again. Not without remembering this mind-blowing orgasm and coming right there on the spot.

When my moans began to subside, he lowered his mouth and licked along my opening, tasting what he’d done, groaning sounds of masculine approval.

I grew alarmed. How would I return the favor? I didn’t really know. I’d never studied that. All I knew was I wanted his dick inside me. I’d never thought of particulars. That wasn’t true; I’d thought of sucking him. Yes, I had. Many times. I would just do what I’d fantasized. Maybe even ask for direction.

Surely he’d know.

He kissed his way up my body, stopping at my nipples to feast. He pulled up and stared at them.

“You’re breasts are so beautiful.” He met my gaze, and those sexy eyes zeroed in on my lips. That beautiful face. I loved that face. Oh God, I loved what was behind that face, inside him. I loved this man.

He came for my lips. He licked first, rubbing his nose softly along mine, and then he stroked my face with his, his breaths labored as I glided my fingers over his torso.

His turn.

Chapter Eight

“Lay on your back for me,” I whispered, emboldened with desire.

He shook his head. “I want…my first real orgasm…inside you.” Oh my God. So he
was
a virgin.

I stroked his sides with my inner thighs. “I’m so happy I’m your first.” I glided my fingers over his face, then wrapped my legs around him and pulled his body onto mine. His moan hitched in his throat as his huge erection pressed right against my pussy.

“I don’t have protection.” His words were hoarse.

I kissed his lips. “I do. It’s fine.”

He got off the bed and stared at me for a second, then removed his boxers, literally tripping to get out of them. Poor baby. He was nervous.

My eyes locked on his giant penis, heat coursing through me. And fear. I wasn’t an expert on size, but…he seemed downright huge. Surely just a fearsome illusion. It hit me that he might be worried too. I met his gaze, bit my lower lip, and smiled at seeing I was right. I reached a hand out, beckoning him.

When he hovered over my body, his erection rested between my legs, hot on my inner thigh. I roamed my hungry fingers over his arms, shoulders, back, and finally his cute, firm ass. Yes, this man had an ass.

Butt
was too sweet for what he had. It was damned lethal, and I wanted to kiss and suck and bite it.

He reached between us and slid the head of his shaft over my slick folds and gasped right on my lips, his eyes clenched tight. I stroked his face, thinking it the most beautiful sight. “Mmm, feels good?”

“Yes!” he gushed, awed.

I leaned up and captured his lower lip between my teeth and sucked gently, coaxing him with mewls, kneading his strong neck with one hand and his amazing ass with the other. I was open and ready, my hips pumping against him, begging sweetly.

I pressed on his butt, and the head of his dick pushed at my entrance, making all his muscles turn hard. At feeling how tight the fit was, I quickly calculated. His size and mine equaled ouch. His breath shuddered out ragged as he remained poised, his forehead on my shoulder. I slid my hands along his sides, loving how wide and hard he was, loving the feel of his body heaving with pleasure. Loving that he was mine. Dare I dream?

Hell yes, I dared.

He lifted his head, and sweet torment overflowed his eyes. I wanted to ease every one of his needs.

Really badly. I slid a finger over his forehead.

“I love you, Sarah,” he rasped.

The emotional awe in his voice brought tears to my eyes and set my heart on fire. No, more than my heart, something deeper and intangible.

He leaned and kissed me with that tenderness from earlier. The kind that told how precious I was to him. “Make love to me, Aki,” I whispered. “Be my first. My only.” My words broke his restraint. His hand latched on to my jaw as he ravaged my mouth and pushed his cock farther into me.

He growled and paused, swearing. “So good, Aki.”

“I know…it hurts,” he whispered between breaths.

“Not so much.” I pumped my hips, and he gasped as I drew him in farther. I kissed his opened mouth.

“Stay still. Let me.”

“Yes, do it.” It was almost a growl.

I moved my hips beneath him, worked my tight muscles over his shaft in tiny increments until I was panting with pleasure. Akira clenched his eyes and groaned.

He pushed in more and took it to a whole new level. I held his face and kissed his lips. “Do it.” I nibbled and sucked. “Do it, please.”

His fingers gripped my shoulders, and he pushed in to the hilt.

I cried out, and he gave a half roar, then tended me with kisses, his body trembling in strain.

“Yes, yes, again. Do it.” The pain gradually dissolved into another sensation. A hot, hungry one.

He raised his upper body and held my gaze, then lowered it to my breasts. He pulled slowly out of me, watching. We both did. The sight was nearly as delicious as his deep, astonished moan.

He slid back in, and this time there was hardly any pain. Only my cry of surprised delight. His control was at a breaking point—I could feel it. “Do it, Aki. Do it. Come for me. Come inside me, but only me, only me.” My cry was more desperate than I’d meant. I couldn’t help it; I’d die if he ever had another.

He was too close to speak, and my begging took his body and control right from him. He was being driven by a bucking bull, and it was far stronger than any head knowledge and movie watching he’d had.

He pumped his cock fast and deep, roaring with the oblivion, his eyes clenched, teeth bared, head thrashing in the throes of his first climax with a real woman. His cock hit that spot deep inside me, and I arched for it, screamed with it, hardly noticing my head hitting the headboard with his every frantic thrust, or the pull of my hair when his hands slammed down next to my head. Even the crush of his massive weight on my body didn’t matter. It made it all the sweeter, confirmed his lack of experience and that I was truly his first, and hopefully his only.

In addition to that, wow. Having him turn into that unadulterated man until my tits bounced was ecstasy. Then to feel his entire body become rock hard as his orgasm pulsed with hot waves inside me.

Sweat glistened on his skin, accenting his muscles. He fell half on me, taking marathon breaths. As soon as his body touched mine, my pores drank him in, and our winded moans mingled in the aftermath.

“God…” he croaked into my shoulder. “Did I give you a concussion?” I busted out laughing, then gave a hungry moan and slid my inner thighs along his heaving sides. “No, not at all. You can hit my head against the headboard any day. And pull my hair and crush my diaphragm.”

“Oh my God. Seemed so simple. Looked so simple. I’ve never lost control in my life like that.”

“Mmmm, I loved it. Loved seeing you lost to that pleasure. Makes me feel so special.” He chuckled. “Leave it to you to appreciate the worst performance.”

“If you get better, I might die.”

“I will get better,” he promised, kissing my neck, jaw, and then lips. “Much better. But really, how bad did I hurt you?”

“I can say that it hurt so good.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “You are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

“Since you were still a virgin, I’m guessing there weren’t very many sweet ones.” I stroked my leg over his. “Thankfully, no.”

“Thankfully?”

I nodded. “Then I wouldn’t have been a virgin for you.”

He lifted his head. “Do you think that would’ve stopped me from falling for you?” I bit my lower lip, but the tears came anyway.

“Why does that make you cry?” he asked, confused and worried.

I turned my face, embarrassed. “I just…” I wiped the stupidity from my cheeks.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

It was hard, but I finally managed.

“Why does that make you sad?”

I faked a tiny laugh. “Who cries when they’re happy, right?” I swiped the tears that kept flowing. I realized I’d given up that teenage dream of having somebody like Akira. And now that I did, it was…

overwhelming.

“You’re happy? That’s why you’re crying?” Like he was surprised, but not entirely, maybe reminded that was a valid reason too.

“Who knows why I’m crying. I just…” And there I went, like a breaking dam, spilling my soul all over him, sob after sob.

He pulled me into his arms. “Sweet Sarah,” he whispered. “This is what I love about you. You’re so loving and innocent.”

I clutched him close to me, not wanting this to end, not wanting this to be a dream. I wanted him to be real forever. But life had taught me that wasn’t possible. And the idea that what I felt, what I held in my arms, might not be made me cling tighter.

Please stay real. Please stay real
. If he didn’t stay real, I would die, because I was entirely his.

He tightened his embrace, seeming just as desperate to let me know I was safe with him. He’d be there. “Shhh, I love you. Nothing will change that, ever.”

We cuddled in our new reality for an hour. Had to be the best hour in my life.

“I need to shower,” he finally whispered.

“Mmm, me too.”

His fingers stroked my hair. “I want to wash you.”

My stomach flipped over. “I don’t think we’d make it to washing if you did.”

“Mmm.” He kissed my forehead. “I know.”

“How about I wash you first?”

The groan he gave said he’d needed to hear those words for two lifetimes. I leaned up on my elbow and smiled down at him. “Problem is…I’ve never had any lessons.” His face was already tormented. “I don’t think you need any.” He stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers, then slid one over my lower lip. My pussy throbbed as I licked his finger. He let out an aching moan, watching.

His reaction gave me courage to be bolder, and I took the tip into my mouth and sucked softly.

“Oh my God, shower.”

I laughed at how serious he was, then sobered as the heat between my legs became intense.

I winced trying to move.

“Shit, I’m a monster. We need to wait.”

“Oh, no, we don’t. I don’t care if I’m bedridden. We’re doing that.” He chuckled. “That?”

“Yes, that.”

He came around the bed to help me out, and his hard dick was right there. In my face. I stared at it, disregarding his offered hand. I lifted only my eyes to his. He grinned. “It is a nice position.”

“Just what I was thinking.”

“Shower.” His word was croaked with desire.

Once we were at the washing point, I took the container of soap and poured some in my palm. His fingers slid over my hard nipples, and desire pulsed between my legs. “No touching me,” I said, breathless. “I’ll never make it if your hands are on me.”

He answered with a low hiss, placing his palms on the glass shower walls.

What a wonderful power I had. “Good boy.” I smiled at him, but he didn’t return it. His eyes were focused on my mouth. Mmm. I licked my lower lip and stared at my target, so hard and erect and waiting.

“I’ve never touched one before,” I confessed, wrapping my soapy hands around it.

His head fell back with a groan.

“Wow, feels…amazing. Just like the muscles on your stomach. But…harder.” Desire softened my voice.

Akira only answered with strained groans as I explored his length. “You’re so huge.” I gazed up at him in time to see him swallow, eyes weighted with the pleasure. I circled over the top of it, and his lips tightened. I studied him while doing it again, letting my fingers slide over the tiny slit at the end.

“Oh shit.” He gasped.

I fingered the rim next, watching his face. He furrowed his brow like it tormented him. I liked that look. Using both hands, I stroked long and slow up and down his shaft while toying with the head in various places. The slit area and the rim seemed to really turn him on. I’d never been so horny just watching something. I wanted to touch everything. Especially his balls. I knew they were delicate, but did they feel good for him in any way? I slid my hand to the base of his shaft, then continued below, cupping them gently. I could vaguely feel why they were called balls now. I still played with the top of his shaft while exploring, heat building thick and hard between my legs at hearing him gasp and groan. His legs apart, I stroked toward his cute ass, and his hand slammed the shower wall.