Page 75 of Summer Haze & Tokyo Craze

"Monster," I repeat, then bite my lip as he thrusts his fingers inside me.

He looks up, catches my gaze, then grins at me. "If I were a monster, I would have one of those tentacle dicks. So I’d say I’m good."

"You’re talking way too much," I scold him, my hand running through his hair, then fisting it to push his face to my pussy.

"And you’re still way too coherent," he quips right back and then buries his face in my pussy.

It doesn’t take long until the first orgasm rocks through me, making me feel like I’m flying. And I mean, I’m in the air so I definitely am, but it makes me feel like I’m levitating by myself, not with the help of the big metal machine that I momentarily completely forgot we’re in.

"So beautiful," he mutters under his breath, then positions himself at my entrance before he pushes in.

This is different from all the other times we've had sex. The other times were rushed, playful, a fun little game.

But this? This feels more fundamental, more emotional.

His lips find mine, and I moan into his mouth as he thrusts into me slowly, like he doesn’t want it to end. Like the longer he takes, the longer we can evade facing reality.

My fingers find his shoulder blades, nails digging into the hard muscles, so hard I’m afraid to have broken his skin, not wanting to let him go.

The pressure in my core rises gradually, but I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want this to end.

I break the kiss and start biting my lip instead.

"So fucking gorgeous," he leans down and whispers right next to my ear, his breath on my skin making me shiver. "Come on, Beautiful. Come for me."

I want to scream that I don't want to. I want to tell him to stop, but all I can manage is a stifled moan as I break apart around him.

"That’s it." His voice is strained, and I know he’s almost there as well.

"I’m going to come inside you and you’ll take every fucking last drop. And when you’re at home, feeling me drip out of you, you’re going to remember me."

Joke’s on him because I’m going to remember him anyways, but I bite my lip and keep my mouth shut and nod solemnly.

"So how are you going to remember me?" I quip back and raise my eyebrow at him.

"Trust me, I will," he says breathlessly, and then his whole body goes rigid, and I feel his warmth spreading inside me, his heavy breath warm against my throat and his body collapsing on mine.

Yeah, I’m definitely going to remember him.

There’s no way I couldn’t.

As much as I hate flying, I find myself hoping that this flight never ends.

But of course, good things don’t last.

We fall asleep with our limbs intertwined and wake up to the announcement from Wesley that we have ten minutes left until we land and need to get ready to buckle in.

Adam

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, surprised, when I open the door to my apartment, only to find Reed sitting at my kitchen table and eating my favorite brand of chips.

I was looking forward to a relaxed evening of decompressing, wrapping my head around the last week. Not entertaining one of my younger brothers, who happens to have emergency keys to my apartment.

“Just checking in to see if you're still alive,” he says with a full mouth, shooting me an oblivious grin. He gets up and walks over to me, then playfully punches my shoulder. "Because suddenly you started ghosting us and we were wondering if the Yakuza got their hands on you and we’d have to collect you in pieces. I have dibs on your ass."

"No mafia kidnapping here," I assure him, and finally close my apartment door behind me, pushing my suitcase into my living room. "I was just busy."

“Busy?” Reed raises hiseyebrow at me, looking straight through my bullshit. "You were never too busy for us, but you didn't even read like the last 20 texts in our group chat."

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