Page 96 of Toxic

“Ahhh, Hisashi,” I cry when he covers me. Holding me by my hips he gives me no mercy as he devours every inch of me. Beginning with the outer edges he traces every inch of my pussy. His tongue is soft, wet, leaving no part unattended. His eyes are determined as he watches me daring me to look away. I couldn’t if I tried. I admire his dedication.

Arching I give him more access. He rewards me by delving his tongue into me. My muscles clench trying to capture the invader. Only he has another purpose — to tongue fuck me into oblivion. I happily fuck his face in return uncaring that my cries can most likely be heard all over the estate and probably five miles out. I haven’t had the pleasure of my husband for weeks and my body is determined to have its due.

Swiping his tongue from hole to clit again and again, he holds me in a bruising grip as my climax sends my body arching and pumping while he licks my pussy clean.

Gentle arms ease me down. He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. In one smooth thrust he drives his massive dick into my needy and still pulsing body.

A hard hand presses along with the driving force hitting my spot over and over. Another climax hits me before the other one has fully subsided.

Hard driving sends me higher up the bed. “Take it,” he grits fucking me like he means it. “Take me. All of me.” Taking my thigh and angling it higher, he fucks me deeper. I can feel him in my chest.

“Too much.” I shake my head whining not from pain but fear from the intensity of what he is making me feel. Deeper than he’s ever been. That’s when I realize he’s been holding back all this time even with the intensity of what we’ve already had.

Feeling a pressure build I reach for something — anything to ground me. “I’ve got you. Kimochi ii.” And I want him too. I’m just scared of this intensity.

“Tay-chan,” he commands, his eyes glinting. “Trust me.”

Unable to form words I nod.

“Yabai, gammon dekinai.” Ohmygoodness, he’s right it feels so good. I can’t hold back either. It’s like a dam bursts when I come this time. He keeps fucking me through the orgasm his dick hitting the spot deepest with me. My pussy gushes as pleasure makes me see stars.

Fingers spearing through my curls he anchors me making me take all him as his face hardens. “Aishiteimasu, chisana hato.” Throwing his head back on the guttural cry he stiffens coming deep inside of me.

He stays buried inside me until he softens. Moving to my side he pulls me out of the way from the saturated side over to his.

Curving behind me,he idly brushes my messy hair away from my face. “Do you worry I don’t mean it? Can’t mean it when I say I love you because of how I am?”

Turning in his arms I look into his beautiful solemn face. “No.” I shake my head. “I love you for the man you are, every aspect of you. You — Hisashi, the monster, guardian. You showed me from the start that you do. I don’t miss all this purple, how you come hold me through the night making me feel safe even when I wasn’t ready and the dinnerware? I thought it was cruelty until I realized you didn’t remember. They took so much. We’re not going to let them take anymore. Why? Do you doubt me, that I’ll leave again?” I ask, knowing he has every reason to doubt me. “About the way I failed you?”

Rising on his elbow, he shakes his head. “You never failed me. You did what you had to do to survive. You are a courageous woman. I will love you forever. You stayed beside me until they forced you away. I know that now. Never say you failed because when I needed you most you were here.”

Shaking his head in wonder he strokes my cheek back and forth with his thumb.

“Loving you was inevitable. The night of that gala might as well have been foretold. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love you. I knew in that moment you were going to be my everything, completely, unequivocally, mine. I know I’ll never be worthy but I’m just selfish enough of a motherfucker to know without you my life has no merit, no purpose. The way you love me makes me realize there is hope for someone as broken as me.”

“You are not broken, Hisashi. You are more than worthy of my love. You are my everything, completely, unequivocally, mine.”

“Mine,” he whispers in agreement dragging me under him again.

Epilogue

OPENING NIGHT

Taylor ~ Sydney Opera House.

I wastired after the fourth ovation but the look of pride on my husband’s face is enough for me to endure. Who am I kidding? I live for this. Seeing my creative hard work coming to fruition. He flew my entire family out to see the play so no one would miss it. The residency here will be a year. Kiyoshi supported him working in a satellite location and Akchiro grudgingly agreed but is too busy with his new baby girl to put up much of a fuss.

Mama and Pa-Pete made the journey without one bit of complaint. So much has changed in our family since the Creative Chaos plant has come to Shelby-Love.

“I’m so proud of you, little dove.” He whispers to me as soon as I reach him backstage. The love in his eyes surpasses all understanding.

“Aishiteru yo,” I whisper in return feeling the hot press of emotion rising in my chest.

“You’ve accomplished so much tonight. A play that explores mental challenges during the pandemic, how social media misinformation was particularly harmful and how the lack of real time services impacted people and how you characters still managed triumph in a way that was real to them.” The pride in his voice has me pulling back to look into the dark onyx of his eyes.

“Sounds like us.” A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth.

“It does. Only with no babies in the mix.” A frown plays around his lips.

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