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to be buried somewhere
inside her body when he fell off that particular edge.
Listening to her panting for air, he shivered with an
urgent need to thrust inside her until he came, except that wasn’t
his plan. Instead, to try and keep him from racing out of control,
he smoothed a hand over her hair and down her back. He wanted to
calm her, only not too much so that she lost the edge of passion
that rode her to climax again and again.
“Do I have permission to show you how good being
taken back here could be?” To show her what he meant, Matt took his
fingers out and slowly pushed them back in with a wicked twisting
motion to keep her heated.
“ Hai , hai !”
There was no way he could hold back his smile of
victory. Good thing he knew hai meant yes, otherwise he
might go crazy waiting for a response he could understand. Yuki was
lost in the eroticism they built together, which must have made it
difficult for her to speak in a different language.
Not able to hold back any longer, he reached around
and, using his hands on her small breasts, pulled her up to rest
against his chest. Plucking the tight tips brought moans to her
lips and her hands grabbing his thighs. He liked how she made him
feel, like a man she desperately needed.
Wanting to hear more of her lust-filled moans and
screams, he slid his hand down until he captured her clit between
his fingers. Firmly pinching the nub caused her fingernails to dig
into his thighs and to throw her head back against his chest.
The little gem was pure raw passion and his to
please. The only drawback for him was that she wasn’t Sakura.
Thankfully, that was what imaginations were for, and his hadn’t let
him down so far.
Moving his hand away from where it teased her breast,
he used it to introduce his cock to her back passage, slowly
sliding in. He monitored the pace, keeping it smooth and easy,
knowing there would be some initial discomfort, although hopefully
no pain.
She started chanting quietly, under her breath, so it
took a bit of time for him to realize she was saying hai over and
over again. He took it as a good sign, that she liked where he
possessed her and his own need ramped up even further. He needed to
come or he was sure his rod would explode inside her ass.
Once he was fully embedded, with hands teasing and
twisting her nipples and clit, Matt withdrew and pushed back in. It
wasn’t an easy slide, but the condom he had on, made slick by honey
dripping from between lower lips, made the journey that much
easier. He was concerned for her, although the fear was quickly
dispelled when he dipped a finger into her pussy and was greeted
with a tightness that rivaled the one she had on his rod.
Fucking both channels, he found a pace and kept at it
as best he could. He had to since the sounds and jumble of words
she offered in return seemed to be filled with pleasure, and he got
off hearing the result of his sexual skill. That was what he
wanted, for her to have a good memory of anal sex. In his mind it
was a necessity since when it came to intimacy, any type, it always
went back to sharing women with his brother.
Matt closed his eyes and imagined seeing Sakura
moaning between him and Ted, naked and pleading for more of their
attention. They would both be focused on her and she would always
be ready for them. Even if she was working on something, she’d be
ready to take them on so they all were fulfilled. Body, heart, and
soul—heart—just imagining what it would be like if they possessed
her love sent him spiraling out of control.
The intensity of his orgasm took him by surprise. His
entire body tightened and strained forward as he called out for the
woman he wanted. There was no sense of reality where he found
himself. He became so lost in his passion that, in the heat of
coming, he actually shouted the unthinkable.
“Sakura!”
“Yes! Yes!”
Robbed of breath, he held her tightly as he throbbed
inside her ever tightening hold. Their coming together
Grant Workman, Mary Workman