Page 53 of The Tainted and the Tamed
Beneath the white kimono underwear, she wore an ivory brassiere and panties, a mode of Western dress she hadn’t been able to part with. He ran his hands along the side of her breasts, then traveled the straight-boned band. She wondered whether he’d ever seen the garments before. That brought its own kind of satisfaction.
The moment her clothing was free, his eyes devoured her. The warmth of his hands on her hips only added to the fire burning within her, chasing away the shadows of shame. Her body was so changed by the illness that had limited her movement and added to her weight, yet he did not hesitate to sink his fingers into her fleshiest parts. Her heavier breasts barely spilled out of his large hands.
She climbed atop him, using his hardness to caress her clitoris until she felt her entire body unwinding. This was how their evening at the festival was meant to end.
They’d spent the past week making up for lost time.
As Haruki grasped her behind, her hands traveled up to her breasts, playing with her nipples while she continued to rub the hardened knot of her apex upon him. He was big—much larger than she was used to.He’s going to ruin me for all other men,she thought, smiling to herself as the heat in her core intensified.
And there was that unnatural stamina of his besides.
He moved his hands, one up her body to join her own at her breasts, the other slipping inside her. She loved the way he worked her nipple, and how easily he found the most wonderful spots inside her.
In bed, everything with him was just that easy. Uncomplicated.
She would explode into a burst of stars if they kept this up. She wanted him inside her first. Now.
With a playful smile, he tilted his hips away, urging her closer. She arched her body over his face until he could suck on her hardened peaks.
She moaned, sparks shooting from her core through her entire body. Before she could find her release, he slid out his fingers and turned her over. He grabbed her waist, pulling her back against him as his thickness plowed into her from behind. She reared up in pleasure and he nipped at the back of her neck.
“Harder,” she cried out.
“I don’t think you can handle harder.”
“Please,” she begged.
His sigh caressed her ear. Seizing her by the hips, he drove himself into her, deeper and harder than before.
Her mind and body burst as she neared climax. Then he slid his hand across her hip, onto her clitoris again, his hardened length still inside her, still moving in a delectable rhythm her body could not fully process.
He gave her the release she craved, his fingers working a quick, circular rhythm on her clitoris again, until she tightened around him, the pleasure so intense it was as if her entire being squeezed him.
His moans of pleasure as he came drove her wild. She hadn’t known male moaning could be such a turn-on. It was almost enough to make her ask for more.
But she needed sleep. Each night, they talked about who he was, who he’d been, and what he was. But her mind refused to accept it. Maybe if she slept a little—
Then his mouth was on hers, and her body was on fire again. She pressed her breasts into his chest, her hands into the flesh of his muscular buttocks.
The world no longer made sense. But this—this made wonderful sense, each and every time.
He kissed her passionately, their tongues tangling. Moments later, he slipped between her thighs, tangling his tongue somewhere else.
She arched her back in tireless pleasure, wishing her night with “just Haru” would never end.
Chapter 24
Haruki
“How did you learn to do that?” Murasaki asked him, her head on his chest. Her fingers traced the line of his pectoral muscle as he squeezed her a little closer.
“Do what?” Haruki asked.
“All of that. I’ve never had a man touch me like that before.”
Haruki rumbled a pleased laugh. “We should both rest. I have morning meetings.”
“You promised you’d explain everything,” she teased, wagging a finger in front of his nose. He played at nipping it, and felt her giggle through his side.
