“I’m fine,” she answered quickly.
She continued to swivel, reveling in the blessed friction their clothes and movements were creating. She was almost lost in the lull of their rhythm when she felt his finger caress the scars from her bullet wound and resulting surgery.
“Oshun?” His reply was terse. He wasn’t going to let her ignore his question. That was Masaki, always pushing her to face things she’d rather forget.
She ran a hand through his hair, and let her fingers travel down the side of his face, until they were tracing his lips.
“Please, Mas,” she whispered before planting a deliberately light kiss on his mouth. “I don’t want to be your patient tonight. I just want to be…”
He snaked his hands around the deep curve of her hips until they palmed her ass, kneading each cheek firmly.
“You just want to be what?”
She stared into the depth of his obsidian gaze and for the first time spoke the truth of what her soul felt. “Yours,” she whispered as her voice shook with emotion. “I just want to be yours.”
H e felt the weight of her words against his heart. In all their time together, she’d blocked every attempt he’d made to claim her. After months of trying to break down her barriers, she was finally opening the gates of her heart to him. “You’ve always been mine, watashi no joo.” His queen, a nickname he’d given her because of the meaning of her name. But it was true. She’d always been his queen, his heart, his everything.
“Hold on,” he whispered, and lifted them both from the couch, heading directly for the stairs. When they reached the upper landing, he walked through the open door to his room.
He'd balked against them having separate rooms when they arrived at this house hidden away by the heavily wooded mountains. But, Oshun’s doctor had insisted they needed every inch of space in her room to attend to her medical needs. After she'd shown signs of recovery, he’d waited for her to invite him back, but she never had.
He hated being away from her, but he understood discovering your lover was a sworn enemy was a great deal to process. Instead of bulldozing his way through like he normally would, he waited for her to tell him when it was time for them to be more than what necessity dictated.
He sat down on his bed, maintaining his hold on her and her position across his lap. Loving the pressure of her weight plastered against his clothed cock, he moaned in satisfaction. The truth was this moment made him love everything about her and the way her body responded to his nearness, his touch, and his need.
He pulled her crop top off, and delighted in the feel of her skin beneath his. Its rich warmth was like silk under his fingertips. Lost in the sensation of his skin against hers, he wasn’t prepared for the shock of cold that spread through him when he felt her pull away. Slightly dazed, he looked down between them, and realized his fingers had grazed her raised surgical scars.
“Do they still hurt?”
“I’m not in pain, Mas.”
He went to touch her there again and was met with the same response, a retreat she didn’t seem to want to explain. It wasn’t until her saw her wrap her arm around herself placing her closed fingers against them that he understood she didn’t want him to see the scars. She was hiding them, or more importantly, hiding herself from him.
“In Japan, when a dish is broken, we don’t focus on the fissures or the brokenness of it. Instead we fill it with a precious metal, making it useable again, and then celebrate the new creation. Without those fractures, the new creation wouldn’t have been a possibility. You were perfect before. But, these scars that remain are living proof that you cheated death and won. They are proof that you are the strongest woman I know, and that your strength is the sexiest thing about you. Don’t ever hide your strength from me, or anyone else.”
He placed a firm hand on her back and pulled her to him, rolling their bodies until they rested on their sides facing one another. His kisses started at the center of her forehead, going down the bridge of her nose until his lips met hers in a soft peck. When he tried to move on, she threaded her fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth, inviting him into her warmth, moaning in satisfaction when he finally allowed his tongue to slip beyond her lips, to let her taste him as he did the same to her.
He pulled out of her embrace, and slid down the length of her, allowing his kisses to pepper her skin as he lowered himself slowly. He avoided her attempt to deter him from his decided path, holding her wrists tightly to her sides.
This was them, the constant push and pull for control. From the first time they’d laid eyes on one another, there was always this unspoken battle to see who would decide their fate. He’d always assumed it was her way of playing hard to get. Her way of always proving she was the one in charge. But, now he saw it for what it really was, strength, the innate ability to lead, to command.
And damn if his dick didn’t stand at attention in salute of all that power.
When he reached his destination, he continued placing the barely-there kisses on her mound, pulling away playfully when she lifted her hips, chasing his touch.
“Masaki, please,” she begged as her body quivered beneath him.
“Shhh, baby. Let me help you.”
He slid a single finger down her slit, taking only a second to ghost his digit over the tip of her clit before he continued to her opening. He licked his lips, dangerously close to letting his tongue take the place of his fingers, when he found her slick and ready for him.
Unable to resist sampling her flavor, he eased two fingers inside of her as he simultaneously caressed her clit with the tip of his tongue. The way she bucked her hips in response told him he’d made the right decision. Usually he would savor the moment, torture her for as long as both of them could stand it. Tonight was different. Tonight, he wanted her to have everything she wanted and needed. Tonight, he wanted her to understand that anything she asked for was hers for the taking. He needed her to know she had his heart, and that meant he’d die to see her receive everything she required.
He moved his fingers expertly, scissoring them as he caressed her soft flesh from the inside. He increased the in and out motion of his fingers as he planted his face between her slick folds and latched on to her clit, suckling, licking. From the animalistic sounds she filled the quiet air with, he was torturing her in the best way.
He kept up his rhythm, continued his assault until he could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, and when he knew she was at the edge of release, he replaced his tongue with his thumb, and quickly climbed until his lips were at the perfect height to devour hers.
When their lips touched, when she opened to him, taking his tongue inside and allowing them to both share the heady flavor of her lust, she splintered beneath him. Burying her nails into his shoulders as she held on through the cresting waves of her release, she cried out in ecstasy. The biting sting of her nails nearly breaking his skin coupled with the friction from her moving so desperately against him, had his balls pulling up tight in his heavy sac. He removed his fingers from her cunt, quickly shoving his sweatpants down just far enough to allow his dick to spring free. The feel of his roughened hand against the tender, throbbing flesh made him bite his lip in a strange mix of pleasure and pain.
