He pulled out.
My body felt empty, like my soul had just left and might never return.
I craned my head up to see . . . just in time . . . he was on his knees lifting my legs . . . oh, hells . . . then he pressed against me, this time not his fingers. I tried not to clench, tried to relax, tried to prepare, but gods, it hurt like every ocean wave in the whole sea crashing into me all at once.
Until the seas stilled.
And Yoshi stilled.
And he wasstillinside me.
Filling me and making me whole.
He stayed there, unmoving, waiting, as my mind caught up to the thousands of sensations battering my heart and mind and body.
“Is this all right?” he asked.
My eyes fluttered open, and I was sure I looked like some idiot drunk on sake.
“Don’t you ever pull out. Fucking live inside me, Yosh. Please.”
His lips twisted as he leaned down, careful to remain connected, and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. A breath apart, he whispered, “I live inside you now, just as you live within me.”
I wanted to die right there—never see another day, another sunrise, another dawn. I wanted Yoshi to be the last thing I ever saw, the only thing I ever felt, filling me, kissing me, touching with all the passion and emotion and joy he possessed.
How could anyone feel like this? How was it even possible?
Then I felt him lift from me, slide back, then in again, this time less tentative, more sure, more firm.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “You feel so good, Yosh. Please don’t stop.”
So he pushed and pulled.
Then faster.
And deeper.
He lifted my legs until they rested on his shoulders, giving him an easier angle to—
“Oh, my fucking gods, Yoshi! What did you just hit?”
That’s when he stopped being gentle.
He stopped being tender.
Or sweet.
Or even fucking kind.
My skinny, scrawny, lean little man slammed into me like an angry ox plowing a field. Over and over, he reared back and roared into me, his grunts growing louder, mingling with my whimpers and cries of pleasure and pain. I’d never needed anyone so badly, but I knew there would never be a moment I wouldn’t crave this man, desire him, want him filling me.
Then his pace quickened, his grip tightening on my legs. His cock throbbed and pulsed as it slide inside me and pulled back.
“Kaneko—”“Give me everything, Yosh,” I managed. “I want all of you.”
He pushed harder and faster.
Sweat poured off us both.
