"I want to touch you." He kissed the corner of her lips, then asked. "Do you masturbate?"
"Uh... not much?" She looked away, cheeks flushing.
"I'll help." He didn't wait for another word, his lips already trailing down her neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake.
"Wait..."
He lifted her shirt, revealing those plump breasts and stiff nipples.
Her skin was smooth, marred only by a few scars that told stories of the past.
He had seen her naked body many times, but never had he got to touch her so intimately.
Yumi's breathing quickened, soft moans escaping her lips as his lips reached her nipples.
Toji took his time, teasing and sucking, drawing out the pleasure.
She arched into him. He could feel her melting beneath him, her resistance fading with each touch, each kiss.
He was gentle, but there was a cocky satisfaction in the way he handled her.
His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip.
His fingers dipped below the waistband of her underpants, sliding past the damp silk, delving directly into the slick heat between her legs.
He found her folds already drenched, swollen and hot. "Oh? Aren't you soaked?" His smirk widened, "Say, are you wet for me, Yumi?"
"Don't say things like that..." She weakly pushes his face away from embarrassment.
He plunged a thick finger inside her without preamble, curling it upwards in a rough, searching motion that scraped over a spot deep inside.
She cried out, "Ah...! wait...wait...." Her back arching off the bed, her body clamping down hard around his invading fingers.
"Ah! Toji...!" The name slipped out in a ragged gasp.
He bit down hard on her neck then, not enough to break skin, but enough to mark.
Pain and pleasure melded, sharpening the electric jolt that shot through her.
He worked his fingers ruthlessly, pushing another one in, then pumping them in and out of her tight heat.
His thumb found her clit, swollen and exposed, and began rubbing tight, rapid circles.
"You liking that, Yumi-chan?" he blows onto her erect nipples as a tease. "You like my fingers fucking you?
"Shut up..." Yumi covered her heated face. The lining of her vagina twitched.
He added a third finger, stretching her deliciously, the burn a counterpoint to the relentless pressure on her clit. "You don't masturbate much?" He teased, "Even though your insides are this fleshed out already?"
She felt impossibly full, stretched tight around his knuckles.
"I...really don't...I don't know..."
"Or are you just that obedient with me?" The feelings of power gave Toji excitement. How her body listened to his every touch it was truly satisfying.
"I say, stop saying such things...!" Her fist weakly pounded his shoulder.
"Pfttt" Her shy action only brought him more enjoyment.
He began sucking her nipples too, and so the world narrowed to the rough calluses of his fingers working her, the moistness of his tongue and the demanding pressure on her clit.
Her muscles tightened, coiling unbearably low in her belly. She was hurtling towards the edge, powerless against the skill and sheer force of his touch.
Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her cries escalating into broken whimpers.
"Wait- I'm close... I'm...!" It was a plea.
"Come," he smirked. "Come now. Let me feel it." He bit her nipples again, sucking hard, his fingers plunging deep, curling fiercely.
The climax tore through her like a detonation. A silent scream ripped from her throat as her body convulsed violently around his fingers, wave after wave of intense, shattering pleasure radiating outwards, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.
Her inner walls clenched and fluttered, milking his fingers as he continued to pump them slowly, drawing out the last tremors.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, glistening with her release.
He brought them to his lips, his intense eyes locked on hers as he sucked them clean.
"You enjoyed that, Ms Princess?"
Then he moved again. His head dipped down to replace the fingers with his tongue. He licked and sucked, his tongue circling her clit, drawing out even more pleasure.
"Wait- wait- I just came- wait...! Oi!" She squirmed.
"Shhh, I am just cleaning you up."
He licked a slow, wet stripe upwards, then focused again, circling that swollen, aching peak. Each stroke was a command, forcing sensation back into her spent body.
"Please... ah!... Toji, stop... I can't..." Her pleas were ragged, punctuated by sharp gasps. Her thighs trembled violently against his shoulders. She tried to push his head away, but her arms felt like lead weights.
He ignored her weakening struggles, his grip on her hip tightening. His tongue flickered faster, relentless, pinpointing the exact spot that made sparks explode behind her eyelids.
He once again pushed his fingers inside her. The combined act of his flicking tongue and pulsating finger was driving her mad.
Her moans grew louder, uncontrolled, echoing faintly off the plush furnishings.
She has to come again. The feelings were overwhelming.
Every muscle in her belly clenched. She was trembling, a leaf in a hurricane, completely at the mercy of the pleasure he was drawing from her with such ruthless skill.
It crashed over her like a physical blow, stealing her breath, her vision whiting out completely.
Consciousness flickered like a dying bulb.
The last thing she registered was the relentless, gentle lapping of his tongue, soothing now, cleansing, as promised.
A low murmur reached her, sounding distant. "...There you go..."
Then, nothing. Velvet blackness.
Toji lifted his head slowly, watching her. Her chest rose and fell, slowed.
Her face, finally relaxed, looked impossibly young in the dim light, the worried crease smoothed from her forehead.
He gently disentangled her legs, smoothing the silk sheets around her. A faint, satisfied curve on his lips. Mission accomplished.
After wiping them both down with a warm towel, he slid in beside her, the mattress dipping slightly.
He pulled the duvet up, enveloping them in warmth.
Outside, the city continued its endless hum.
Sleep claimed him too moments later.