Lemon
Kissing as they entered the bedroom, as he leaned down and continued their kiss without breaking contact, it was only after a good bit of time that they broke, grasping for air.
"Finally," Kenji echoed, taking in her figure, his golden eyes locking onto the slight tremor in her lower lip.
The air between them charged. He did not reach out immediately. He let the weight of her gaze press on his form, her hands raising to his face, mapping the contours of his jaw, the line of his throat.
"Beautiful," she heard him say, and couldn't help the smile that bloomed, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.
A faint smile ghosted across her lips, pulling the corners of her mouth up just enough to reveal the slight dampness clinging to her lower lip.
Her hands left his face as she tapped a slender finger lightly against the center of her sternum, the gesture drawing his focus immediately to the swell of her chest beneath the thin silk of her blouse.
He shifted his weight, leaning in, crowding her personal space until the scent of her—a mix of expensive perfume, old paper, and something uniquely, deeply hers—filled his senses.
"Ana," he growled softly.
Her hands, cool and surprisingly strong, gripped the lapels of his shirt, tugging him.
Their mouths met again with a desperate hunger. Kenji's arms immediately snaked around her waist, pulling her tight against the hard lines of his body.
Her lips parted instantly under the pressure of his, and his tongue plunged past the barrier, seeking the sweet interior.
She tasted sweet, which made him dive in more. Anastasia responded with equal ferocity, her tongue meeting his in a demanding dance. A low, guttural moan escaped her throat, swallowed by the kiss.
He broke the contact only to drag his mouth down the column of her throat, his teeth catching lightly on the sensitive skin just below her ear.
"You taste so delicious, like strawberry," Kenji breathed against her pulse point, his breath hot against her skin.
She let out a little sweet laugh, "Must be the wine".
Anastasia tilted her head back, offering him better access, her fingers tangling deep into the thick brown hair at his nape, pulling him closer still. "No more talks. Just move me."
That was all he needed.
Anastasia immediately shifted, leveraging her position to press her body more intimately against his. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, working them loose with impatient, fumbling movements.
"Slow," Kenji managed, his voice tight, his hands gripping her hips through the thin silk of her dress. "Look at me first."
She paused, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his gaze. Her cold blue eyes were now wide, dark pools reflecting the faint moonlight.
"You are impossibly beautiful," he confessed, his thumbs stroking the skin just above the waistband of her dress, feeling the heat radiating from her.
"Even in the dark, you shine."
A soft, breathy sound escaped her. "Compliments are a distraction, Kenji. Get this off me." She gestured vaguely at her clothes, her gaze dropping to his hardening length straining against the denim of his jeans.
He obeyed instantly, his own hands moving to the hem of her dress. He dragged it up her body, over the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. It pooled around her waist.
Beneath it, she wore only a delicate, black lace thong that barely concealed the dark delta between her legs.
He took a moment then, kneeling beside her on the bed, his eyes tracing the line of her thigh, the creamy paleness of her skin against the dark lace. He reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of the lace, feeling the dampness already blooming there.
"You're so ready for me," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence and hunger.
Anastasia arched slightly, a silent invitation, as he laid kisses on her.
Kenji leaned forward, pushing the thin lace aside with the heel of his hand. He lowered his head, his breath hot and moist against the juncture of her thighs before his tongue found the slick, waiting folds.
A sharp intake of air whistled past her teeth. "Oh, Kenji."
He began his work with a slow, deliberate pressure, mapping the softness of her outer lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting the salt and the rising sweetness. He moved lower, finding the tight, exquisite nub hidden within its folds. He circled it once, tasting the immediate surge of her essence, before settling down to suckle with a focused, rhythmic intensity.
Anastasia's hands flew to his hair, not pulling roughly, but gripping gently, steadying him as the pleasure began to build in sharp, electric waves.
"Yes. Right there. God, *yes*."
Kenji pushed harder, using the flat of his tongue to draw out long, slow strokes across her clitoris, eliciting a low, drawn-out moan that vibrated through the mattress. He felt her hips begin to buck beneath him, a frantic, seeking movement.
He loved this part, watching the control slip away, seeing the beautiful architecture of her body surrender to sensation. He sucked harder, drawing her moisture into his mouth, the taste intoxicating, primal.
He kept the pace steady, unwavering, until her body went rigid. A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from her throat, a sound that was pure, uninhibited release. Her legs tightened around his head, squeezing him against her wet heat, and he felt the rhythmic spasms clench around his tongue and face. He didn't stop until the tremors subsided, letting her settle back onto the sheets, breathing raggedly.
He rose from between her legs, his own arousal straining against the denim.
He looked up at her, his golden eyes blazing in the dim light.
"Beautiful, love," he whispered, wiping a stray drop of her wetness from his chin with the back of his hand. "Wonderful?" he asked teasingly.
Anastasia laughed, a breathless, husky sound. "Very wonderful," her breathing evening. "Shall we continue?".
He didn't need telling twice. He ripped his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, and then quickly wrestled out of his jeans and boxers. He was instantly hard, thick, and heavy between his legs. He climbed back onto the bed, straddling her hips.
Anastasia reached up, her fingers tracing the defined ridge of muscle along his abdomen, moving lower until her palms cupped the weight of his erection. She ran a thumb over the slick, glistening head, eliciting a sharp groan from him.
"Look at this," she said, her voice low and possessive, her blue eyes assessing every inch of him.
She leaned down, her platinum blonde hair spilling over his chest like cool silk. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock, a feather-light tease, before she took him into her mouth with an expertise that always stole his breath.
Her technique was masterful—a slow, deep draw that pulled him past the head, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him completely. She used her tongue expertly, swirling around the sensitive underside, making small, sucking sounds that echoed softly in the room as she sped up. *Slurp. Shhhlick.*
Kenji closed his eyes, leaning back against the pillows. This deep, enveloping pleasure was a slow, building tide that threatened to drown him.
"Anastasia," he managed out as the pleasure built.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, her mouth shiny with his pre-cum.
She lowered her head again, taking him deeper this time, sucking hard, her throat flexing as she pulled him almost to the base. He felt the pressure build behind his eyes, the need to spill becoming overwhelming. He let out a sharp, involuntary sound. *Hnnngh.*
She paused her rhythm, rising up over him, her breasts swaying gently. They were full, pale globes tipped with dusky rose nipples that were already tight and peaked. She leaned down, capturing one nipple between her lips, suckling it with a gentle tugging motion while her free hand reached down between them, stroking the slick mound of her own sex.
"You like that, Kenji?" she whispered against his skin, her breath hot.
God, he forgot how she could get when they had sex(the memories). She was like a different person.
She pulled away from his nipple, trailing a line of hot, wet kisses down his sternum, across his belly. She paused where his abdomen met his groin, her breath hot against his balls, before she lifted her gaze to meet his again.
"I want to feel you buried to the root," she said, her voice firming with intent.
Kenji flipped them over, reversing their positions in one powerful surge of muscle. He was above her now, his weight supported by his arms, his golden eyes blazing down into her blue depths. He looked at her body, the pale skin flushed with heat, the dark lace thong discarded somewhere near the foot of the bed. Her pussy was slick, swollen, glistening slightly in the moonlight.
"Look at you," he breathed, admiring the slight tremor running through her thighs. "So ready to take everything I have."
He leaned down, not to kiss her lips, but to press his mouth directly onto her left nipple.
"Ah! They're sensitive! Ah! Kenji! Stop!"
He ignored the pleas, focusing on her wonderful breasts before switching to the right as his hands groped the left.
"I need you inside me, now!" she cried out, her voice cracking on the last word.
He pulled back, his own body aching with the need to plunge. He positioned himself at the entrance of her wet heat, his thick, heavy cock pressing against her swollen lips. He took his time, rubbing the head of his penis against her entrance, letting the friction build.
"Feel how Wet you are for me," he murmured, his voice husky.
He pushed slowly, deliberately. The initial resistance gave way to a wet, yielding stretch. A soft *squelch* sound accompanied the first inch as his length slid past her outer folds. He pushed further, feeling the tight internal muscles grip him instantly.
"Yes. Oh, *yes*," Anastasia sighed, her eyes fluttering shut.
He drove in another inch, and another, until he was buried to the base, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming—the heat, the tightness, the perfect, enveloping snugness of her interior walls clamping around his shaft. He felt the deep folds engulfing him. He paused, resting his weight on his arms, letting them both absorb the feeling of complete physical union.
"You fit me perfectly," he whispered against her collarbone, his breath hot.
"Stay there," she pleaded, her hands finding his hips, pulling him down. "Don't move yet. It's been a while." It's been long, she needed to get use to the size again before he started moving.
He obeyed, letting the tension coil, the friction of their joined bodies generating intense, building heat. Then, she nodded, and slowly, he began to move.
He pushed back, withdrawing almost completely, the slick, wet friction of his retreat pulling a soft, suctioning sound from her core—*shhhhhlick*. Then he thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt, the sound of his balls slapping softly against her inner thigh—*thwap*.
He increased the tempo, finding a rhythm. He watched her face, the way her jaw clenched with effort and pleasure, the blue of her eyes wide and unfocused. He thrust harder, faster, the movements becoming less controlled, more wild.
"Kenji! Faster! Deeper!"
He responded, driving into her with powerful, deep strokes that made the bed frame rattle against the wall. He felt the internal contractions begin again, wrapping around him like a powerful fist, squeezing the very life from him.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in another deep, sloppy kiss, sharing the rising tide of sensation.
He felt his own release building rapidly, a blinding pressure behind his eyes. He pulled out slightly, just enough to feel the suction break, and then drove forward one final, deep plunge, letting out a ragged shout as his body convulsed.
"Anastasia!"
He felt her own climax hit simultaneously, a sharp, desperate tightening that squeezed him until he poured his hot, thick release deep inside her core. He collapsed onto her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged and loud in the sudden, heavy silence of the room.
He rested his head beside hers, their hearts hammering a frantic duet against their ribs. He felt the warmth of her internal spasms gently massaging him as he began to slowly withdraw.
Anastasia shifted slightly beneath him, pulling him closer again. She ran a hand over his damp back, her touch surprisingly tender.
"That," she murmured against his ear, her voice thick with satisfaction, "was amazing."
Kenji smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple. The moonlight painted silver streaks across her flushed skin.
She pushed him over and straddled him, giving him a sly smile. "Hope you're not done yet, because you have a lot to make up for." God, it's been years, no way she was going to be satisfied with only one round.
And by his smile, she knew he wasn't done yet. 'Good,' she leaned down and kissed him as they continued.
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