Page 24 of Just Try, Again and Again

Jet lag is about to take its toll on me when I hear the sound of the door opening. My eyes widen the moment I see Haruki come out. Haruki is wearing red bodysuit lingerie, the sheer material revealing her nipples. There is no doubt, if she turns around, her ass will look perfect in that.

“It’s your second Christmas present,” she says shyly.

“Come here.”

She climbs onto the bed and plants a kiss on my lips.I forgot how soft they were. “Do you like it?” Haruki asks with an uncertain smile on her face.

“This is way better than you being bald.” My eyes travel south.

“Oh, shut up, Bryce.” She swats me on the arm.

“I love it, baby.” I pull her onto my lap and our mouths touch. I slide my tongue between her lips as I grab her ass with my hands. Haruki starts to grind on me in slow motion—a movement very much appreciated by my dick. Jerking off to nudes is nothing in comparison to this.

“Good,” she says, pulling her lips away from me. She cups my cheeks and her eyes are trying to tell me something, but I don’t know what it is yet. Haruki continues thrusting her hips, meeting my movement from under her. When I grab her ass tighter, a moan escapes her mouth and she starts going faster. “I wanted to look sexy for you.” I move the thong-like part to the side and slide one finger inside her, already knowing that she’s wet. After her gasp, I slide in a second one and start pushing them in and out of her with my thumb on her clit.

“I’d fuck you even with peanut butter on your hands, you know that, right?” She lets out a small laugh in between her moans, one paired with heavy breathing. “But fuck, you look so hot right now,” I say before trailing kisses on her chest. “Take the top part off,” I tell her. My hands and mouth are busy at the moment.Devouring my wife. Haruki slides her hands out of the straps and pushes the bra cups down, exposing her small, perky tits. My mouth directly goes for them, sucking them one by one.

Haruki slides my sweatpants off slowly, leaving kisses along my thighs and legs, her eyes never leaving mine.Such a tease. So perfect.I give her a condom from my wallet and she tears the packaging with her teeth.The second she sinks down and her warm pussy hugs my cock, chills go down my spine. I’ve been waiting for this feeling for months. She starts moving slowly, with her back arched and her hands gripping my legs. Heavy breaths escape from her mouth and each one of them pushes my orgasm closer to the edge.

“I’ve missed you,” I say, panting.

My fingers twist her nipples and she starts moaning out my name. Such a pretty sound coming out of her mouth, way better than the audio quality from our video calls. I pull her closer to me, grabbing her arms and looping them around my neck. She’s here. I’m here. We’re here.Together.

Haruki’s body bounces faster on top of me and our climax comes as our mouths lock and our tongues intertwine with each other. And in this moment, I suddenly understand the meaning of delayed gratification. All the long-distance crap, all the early mornings and late nights…it’s all worth it.

21

Bryce - 19 years old

Happy Valentine’s Day, Haruki. Mateo and Chris dragged me to a dorm party. Give me a call once you’re free. I miss you.

I put my phone in my jeans pocket and blow out a breath, amusing Cameron. “Man, you in a relationship was definitely not on my bingo card.” He chuckles as he sips his beer. “And a long-distance one, at that. That must have been some really good pussy you had.”

“Shut the fuck up, Cam,” I growl. “It’s not like that. She’s really special.”

Cameron puts his hand on his chest, joking around. “Aww, I’m hurt. I thought I was the only one who understood you in the pool of entitled douchebag friends you have.”

Rolling my eyes, I take a sip of my beer before answering him. “I was fucking wasted when I told you that. Speak about her pussy again and you might make it on my shit list this year.”

“Relax, it was a joke,” Cameron says as he slaps my back. “But shit, Bryce, you really love her, don’t you? At this rate, you’re gonna get married before you even graduate from this place.”

I feel a thickness in my throat. It’s not supposed to be a dirty little secret, but I can’t bring myself to tell anyone I’m married to Haruki. My dad would flip that we didn’t sign a prenup, and my friends would fucking laugh at me and tell me that she’s a gold digger. They will find a way to spoil this for me.

“I do. Now shut up, for real. I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“Fair enough,” he says, his eyes observing the ludicrous number of drunk teenagers cramped on this floor. “Why don’t you live in a dorm, anyway?”

I shrug. “My dad got word that the sons of his colleagues were looking for a place to live together off-campus. He thought it might be a good idea for me to move with them and build some connections of my own. Network and stuff. He offered us one of his condos to live in.”

“Ah.” He nods in understanding. “Because you spent your high school years slumming it up at a public high school, rejecting his pleas to keep his golden boy in private school.”

“You know it.”

A guy approaches Cameron and stands close next to him. From the corner of my eye, I see him slip a fifty-dollar bill into the pocket of my friend’s hoodie and take out a bag of white powder. I scratch the side of my nose as I observe my best friend deal drugs. He’s taking it up a notch—it used to be just weed and Molly, now he’s moving on to the stronger stuff.

I’m not against drugs; I am an occasional party pill popper myself, but he could be doing so much more with his life. I want to help him. I’ve known him since he stood up for me in soccer club, before I grew tall and people started thinking I was oneof the cool kids, when other boys made fun of me because my dad never showed up to any of the fucking games. When I was the odd one out. They didn’t know who I was because my dad left the housekeeper in charge of signing me up. She didn’t get the memo that the private school kids go to a different club in Radinger instead.

“Cam,” I tread carefully, “you know if you need money, you can always ask me for help, right? You don’t have to do this all your life.”

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