Page 68 of The Awakening
He lifts his head to kiss me again. This time, I put my whole self in it, breathing into him and shamelessly tasting him. Reacquainting myself with the texture of his tongue and the rhythm of his mouth as it moves. While we kiss, I shift my robe off my shoulders with one hand. Jun senses I want to be naked and helps me, freeing me from the material.
When it’s off, he rolls me onto my back and sits up. I hook my thumbs into my joggers to start working them down. He helps me again, grabbing them at my thighs and pulling them toward my feet. The other two times we made love, Jun was so slow in all his movements, like we had all day—forever, even.
Now there’s a frenetic energy between us, like we both desperately need this. I’m naked when he climbs back up toward my face. He reaches between us to align his cock against mine before he rests his hips down. Everything below and around my navel feels like fire—amazing heat that makes me groan and writhe. When he presses our mouths together again, his movement is hungry, but soon, it’s slowing back down to our usual pace.
We’re kissing softer now, and I’m just enjoying the heaviness of him on top of me. The taste of his mouth. My thighs are gaped open, and I lazily pull one of my knees up and slide my ankle against the outside of his leg. We break the kiss, and he stares down at me as I run my hands up the center of his back. I suddenly feel like we’re in the eye of a tornado, perfectly quiet and still.
“What?” I grin. I’m so happy like this. Just like this.
He answers by leaning down and rubbing his nose into me, which gets me every fucking time. Like my heart might burst. I close my eyes and try not to let it overwhelm me.
After a few more soft, lovely kisses, he sits up and off me again, smiling. “One moment, please.” He stands. I watch his long, wonderfully golden-brown and finely muscled body move toward the bathroom. I hear a cabinet or two open and close, then he’s walking toward me again with his hands full.
I’m surprised when he sits against my side and pops the lube open. Once it’s spread on his fingers, he lies down, making himself comfortable beside me and propping himself up with one elbow against the pillow. “Do you have a preference?” he asks.
“I like watching you. I like seeing what you do to me.”
Jun reaches down and grips his fingers around my shaft first, making me suck in a breath. He’s stroking and pulling me. I lift my hips up into his movement because it feels excellent. After a minute he moves his fingers down lower. “Can you take over?”
I reach down and grip my own shaft while Jun’s fingertips massage and caress lower and lower until they’re flirting with my opening. He’s barely done anything and I honestly might go crazy. Everything in me is ecstatic and wild. My entire body is celebrating this.
He presses a finger into me. I breathe and relax with the intrusion. It’s good, but I’m already imagining the fullness of him inside me. I’m mentally past this stretching business and I want all of him. I close my eyes, imagining it as I pull and grip myself. Jun is pressing his finger in and out of me in a slow, steady movement.
Gradually, he pushes deeper. When he hits just the right spot, the rush of warm pleasure springs up on me from nowhere, like liquid heat shooting up my spine. I arch my neck, groan and let it take me. Let it engulf me from head to toe.
Jun kisses me as I slowly come down—on my cheek, my temple and my ear. My breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling. He keeps kissing me and it’s so loving. Attentive. Like my climaxing is the only thing he wanted and he’s thrilled about it.
“God,” I breathe, just as he presses a second finger into me. I shift slightly toward him now, angling myself to give him better access to my body. I’m right underneath him as I look up and smile. “Hi.”
He laughs. I love making him laugh. “You’re beautiful when you come,” he says.
I feel the warm flush of embarrassment color my face. “Not something I thought I’d hear today… or ever.”
“You are.” He leans down and kisses me again while gently stroking his fingers in and out, twisting and flexing. “You give yourself over to it,” he says, breaking the kiss. “To me and what I’m giving you. It’s alluring, watching you… so trusting.”
“Because it’s you.Youmake me feel this way.”
There’s an irony here. When I asked Haruka what it meant to bond a few weeks ago, his definition was much simpler and more objective than Jun’s. Haruka said, “To be truly bonded with someone is to trust them completely. To openly give of yourself and your affection.”
I like this explanation. It makes sense and Ifeelit with Jun. I trust him. He’s turning me, or “awakening” me, for God’s sake. I trust him to do this utterly insane thing to me.Forme. And I… I would honestly give him anything if he wanted it. Everything.
He’s got a third finger in me now. My groin is getting tight again, so I reach my fingers up to hold his chin. I don’t want to climax like this a second time. “Inside me now, please.”
Thirty-One
Junichi
Jae is looking up at me from the pillow, his chestnut eyes lazy with sexual gratification. My sweet prince—warm creamy skin and dark golden, messy waves.
Now that I know for certain what he is, it’s obvious. How the hell did I miss it or even question it? He’s stunning. Perplexing. The pull I feel toward him is unquestionable, buzzing inside me like a low hum. It’s always made me nervous, so I’ve tried to ignore it. I’ve pushed it away along with the words Haruka spoke—that Jae’s awakening is in part because of me. Our compatibility is so strong that his nature intrinsically responds to me.
I remove my fingers from the warm cavern of his body and sit up straight. Grabbing his hand, I pull him upright and toward me. He’s confused but smiling. He trusts me.
“What’s all this?” he asks.
I sit up straight, folding my legs in the middle of the bed. His hand is still in mine, so I urge him toward me. “Come closer,” I say, smiling up at him as he lifts to his knees. I bring his hand over my shoulder like we’re dancing, urging him into my lap. He gets it now and climbs onto my folded legs. I hold his waist while he places his hands on my shoulders to steady himself.
Soon, he’s facing me with his legs gaped open as he sits in the hollow of my lap. The condom is beside me, so I pick it up and hand it to him. While he opens it and slowly unrolls it onto me, I’m lazily tracing my fingertips outside his thighs, up his hips and waist, then around to the small of his back.
