He kept going, nuzzling the stretch marks on my belly. ‘Are you going to let me touch you here again?’ He stroked my clit lightly through my underwear, and I almost screamed. ‘Yes?’
‘Yes.’ I was practically sobbing. ‘Yes.’
‘You’re going to let me take these off?’ He curled his fingers into the waistband of my underwear.
‘Yes, Satoshi, please – oh!’
He tore them, the worn elastic digging briefly into my skin then ripping, and knelt on the floor beside the bed, slinging my thighs over his shoulders. ‘And you’re going to let me taste you?’
I was so hot, so wet for him, but his breath was hotter still against me as he teased me apart with his thumbs. ‘Yes,’ I gasped. ‘Please.’
The first long, stroke of his tongue against me made me jump violently, expected and yet so entirely unexpected, familiar but so new, and so, so good. ‘Oh no you don’t,’ he growled, banding his left forearm across my hips. ‘You’re not running away from me, Fiona. Not this time.’
‘Sorry,’ I tried to say, but it came out as a scream as he bent his head to me again.
The first orgasm hit me quick and hard – had anyone ever been as good at this as him? – but he ignored it, slowing only slightly to let me catch my breath before he kept going. Two fingers teasedat my entrance as he sucked at my clit, a question that didn’t need words, and when I moaned my assent, he slid them inside me.
‘Is this—’ an open-mouthed kiss against me, tongue licking at me in the same rhythm as his fingers ‘—what you wanted?’
I clutched at his arm, still banded hard against my hips. ‘Yes.’
‘Is this what you’ve been thinking about?’ He sucked at my clit again, then rubbed circles around it with his thumb. ‘When you touch yourself? When you use that vibrator you told me about?’
My whole body was taut as a bowstring. It was too much, the way he was touching me, too good, too intense, but if he stopped, I might die. ‘Yes.’
‘Who do you think about, Fiona?’ He pushed down harder with his forearm, and his eyes met mine.
‘You,’ I panted. ‘Always you.’
The word came out of him in almost a snarl. ‘Good.’
Then his mouth was back on my clit, his fingers stroking hard and fast inside me, and if he hadn’t been holding me down, I would have completely come apart. The first orgasm had run me over, but this one split me open, a beam of white light shattering apart into a rainbow as I bucked against him and screamed his name.
I couldn’t say how long he let me lie there, trembling, slowly reassembling myself into something that resembled Fiona Fisher. His lips were delicate pinpricks of feeling as he brushed kisses against my inner thighs, the iron band of his forearm against my belly loosening, his thumb caressing my hipbone. The fingers of his other hand were still inside me, but they were still, like he knew if he moved them even a millimetre I would fall apart again, and this time, I might not be able to put myself back together.
‘Satoshi,’ I breathed.
He paused, looking up at me. ‘Hello.’
He smiled at me, eyes creasing just slightly at the corners behind his glasses, and – god, he looked so much likehimself.
Out of nowhere, there was a lump in my throat. My next breath came out as a sob, and his smile shifted immediately into concern. ‘What’s wrong? Did I – was it…?’
‘No, no, no.’ Tears were beading at the corner of my eyes, but I blinked them away, smiling back at him. ‘Nothing’s even a little bit wrong. I’m just – it’s just – will you come here?’
He let me tug him up to me so I could kiss him, fingers slipping out of me as I cupped his face between my hands. ‘Thank you,’ I whispered. ‘For making me feel like this again.’
‘Like what?’ He braced himself on his right forearm, stroking the hair sticking to my forehead out of my eyes with his pinky.
‘Beautiful.’ I slid my nose against his, more tears springing to the corner of my eyes. ‘Desired. Wanted.’
His response was immediate. ‘You are.’
He kissed me – hard, this time, demanding – before he licked the fingers that had been inside me clean. ‘You have no fucking idea how badly I want you, Fiona.’
I should have been wrung dry, burnt out, but the sight of his fingers in his mouth did something to me, a spark catching anew. ‘I don’t know.’ I hitched a thigh around his hip so I could feel his cock, reassuringly hard between us. ‘I might have some idea.’
I caught his wrist, tugging his fingers out his mouth so I could take them into my own. He made a guttural sound as I ran my tongue along the length of them, the faint taste of me mingled with the taste of him, and then another as I fastened my lips around them and sucked.
