He stroked himself, racing head first into the orgasm that was just out of his reach. She pushed his hand out of the way and replaced it with hers. He closed his eyes, let his head hang back, and gave into the electric sparks clawing at him from the inside. With the gentle scrape of her nail across the domed cap of his cockhead, his climax crashed into him. Stealing his breath, seizing control of his limbs until the last jet of cum left his tip, landing across her bottom lip.
Without an ounce of shyness, she smiled at him and eagerly licked the errant strip of cum from her lip like it was the remnants of a sweet treat. The sheer sexiness of it made his limp cock twitch with a half-assed attempt at getting hard again.
He leaned down, kissing her, loving the taste of the two of them mixed together. This was how it was supposed to be. The two of them together, one indecipherable from the other.
He struggled to catch his breath for a few moments, then left her in bed as he headed for the bathroom. He cleaned himself quickly, then returned to her with a wet washcloth to attend to her.
When he was done, Masaki sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing her hand between his and kissing the back of it gently.
“We’ve never discussed cum play before. It wasn’t my intention to…”
“We both know if I hadn’t have enjoyed it, I wouldn’t have engaged in it. No apologies.”
“I know we exchanged test results when you moved in,” he hedged. “But, I’m still clean. There was never anyone else once you and I became intimate.”
“I never doubted your fidelity, Masaki.”
“And now that you know who I am? Do you doubt me now?”
She shook her head as the high apples of her cheeks rose, gifting him with a wide grin.
“Now that I know who you are,” she began. “Now that I know I don’t have to protect you from my world, I think I’m more in love with you than I ever was.”
Her words rendered him speechless. He’d known how she felt. The fact that she always came back to him no matter how difficult things became between then was more than enough for him to understand the depth of her feelings for him. He’d known. But knowing, and hearing her say the actual words for the first time…he could’ve sworn his heart seized in his chest for just a fraction of a millisecond in response.
He planted a quick kiss on her lips before hopping into the bed next to her, gathering her in his arms and letting the comfort of her warmth soothe him.
“It’s good to know I’m not out here in these streets by myself.” She chuckled against his chest, and he squeezed her tighter. “I love you too, Oshun,” slipped from his lips just as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
1 1
O shun burrowed into the warmth enveloping her. She didn't need to be conscious to know she was exactly where she wanted to be, her body naked and intertwined with Masaki’s. It was amazing the difference a day made. Yesterday, and every day before that, she’d wondered if they could trek beyond their obvious issues and find a way to be together despite the difficulties they faced. This morning, she knew there was only one answer to that question.
Yes.
She loved Masaki. That wasn’t a new development either. He’d owned her body and soul from the first. The only barrier to that was the life she led. She didn’t want to risk her world infringing upon his. But now, there was something freeing about the truth. It exposed their secrets and weaknesses, giving them nothing left to hide.
The threat wasn’t over, not by a long shot. But knowing she would face this threat with him comforted her deep in the essence of her being.
She was about to snuggle deeper into his embrace when she heard the landline ring a single time and then fall silent again. She eased herself out of the bed, making certain not to disturb the sleeping man next to her.
She grabbed her sweatpants and crop top and waited until she’d dialed her father’s burner, before quickly pulling her clothes on.
“What’s wrong?”
The single ringing of the landline was their code. It was his way of alerting her to trouble. They’d worked out that system when she was a kid. If he ever needed her to be aware and ready to move, he dialed the landline wherever she was, and found a subsequent way to send her the actual message he intended her to have.
“Someone tried to hit us last night,” her father stated. His voice rough and direct, he pulled no punches when delivering the information. Her father wasn’t a man of many words, and that proved to be an attribute in their line of work. You always knew what Zion Sampson meant, because he spoke plainly.
“The Council?”
“No, the decoy house in Baldwin,” he answered.
“Is Mrs. Yamaguchi all right?”
“Shaken up. When I got word of the hit, I moved her to another location quickly.”
“This isn’t good. Masaki is going to lose his shit over this,” she responded. She rubbed her temple trying to stave off the headache she could feel building behind her eyes.
