Tsubaki, catching her breath, traced a finger along Takeshi's chiseled jaw, her lips stretching into a teasing smile.
"You're not done yet, troublemaker?" she murmured, her voice hoarse, tinged with challenge.
Takeshi chuckled softly, a deep, rough sound, his hands sliding over her thighs, triggering fresh shivers.
"Far from it, Tsubaki," he growled, his tone laden with intent. He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining in a slow, hungry dance, her soft moans vibrating against his lips.
He's insatiable… and I'm not complaining, she thought, her body already craving more, a throbbing heat awakening between her legs.
With a fluid motion, Takeshi slid off the counter and pulled Tsubaki to her feet, her legs wobbling slightly from the intensity of their previous exchange.
He gently but firmly turned her, guiding her to lean over the counter, her palms pressing against the cool wood.
The doggy style position exposed her entirely, her round, firm ass arched invitingly, her thighs slightly parted, revealing her glistening intimacy.
Her heart raced, a wave of excitement and vulnerability warming her skin. Takeshi's hands ran over her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to assert control without pain, his touch sending electric jolts through her.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, whispering, "Hold on tight."
Tsubaki gripped the edge of the counter, her breath catching as he entered her slowly, his thick length stretching her, filling her with delicious pressure.
She gasped, her body adjusting, her inner walls pulsing around him. He's so deep… her mind reeled, pleasure crashing in waves.
Takeshi began to move, his thrusts steady but powerful, each one plunging deeper, the rhythmic slap of their bodies echoing in the silent kitchen.
Her breasts swayed with each motion, brushing the counter, her nipples hardening from the friction.
Takeshi's hands moved up her back, one tangling in her hair, pulling gently to arch her further, a subtle touch of BDSM that made her moan.
Not brutal, but… authoritative, her body surrendering to his grip, the slight tug amplifying her arousal.
He quickened his pace, his hips snapping faster, each thrust precise, hitting a spot that blurred her vision.
Agrhhhhh
Tsubaki's moans grew louder, her fingers clawing the wood, her body arching to meet him.
"Yes… like that…" she panted, her voice breaking, her thoughts dissolving into raw sensation.
Sensing she was nearing the edge, Takeshi slowed, withdrawing gently, leaving her moaning in frustration.
He turned her to face him, lifting her onto the counter again, her legs parting instinctively as he positioned her for missionary.
Her back pressed against the cool surface, her thighs draped over his hips, her ankles crossing behind his waist.
"Fuck me," she growled, her hazel eyes locked on his, a mix of confidence and desire in her gaze.
Takeshi entered her again, his movements slower, savoring how her body enveloped him, her heat drawing a deep groan from his throat.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a burning kiss, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, another light touch of BDSM, one that suited the woman.
The restraint was gentle but firm, her arms stretched, her breasts pointing upward, vulnerable and exposed.
I'm his… and I love it,
her body arching against him, craving more.
Takeshi's thrusts quickened, deeper, the counter creaking under their weight, the kitchen filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and the wet rhythm of their union.
Tsubaki's legs tightened around him, urging him on, her moans rising to cries as he hit that perfect spot again and again.
He released her wrists, one hand sliding to her throat, not squeezing but resting there, a possessive gesture that made her shiver.
"You're mine tonight," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his eyes burning into hers.
Tsubaki, lost in pleasure, nodded, her lips parting in silent plea.
Yes… take me,
her body trembling, another orgasm rising like a storm.
Takeshi's rhythm became relentless, his thrusts hard but controlled, each one pushing her closer to the edge.
Her breasts bounced with the force, her nipples grazing his chest, the sensation driving her wild.
Tsubaki's orgasm crashed like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her inner walls contracting around him as she cried out, her voice echoing in the kitchen.
I want more… I'm breaking,
her vision blurring, her thighs trembling against his hips.
Takeshi, spurred by her release, continued through her spasms, prolonging her ecstasy until she was a trembling, gasping mess.
He came soon after, withdrawing to ejaculate onto her belly, his hot semen painting her skin, a primal groan escaping him.
They collapsed together, Tsubaki's legs still loosely wrapped around him, their bodies glistening with sweat, the counter slippery beneath them.
Her chest rose and fell, her thoughts a fog of satisfaction and lingering desire.
I've never… felt this, she thought, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his scarred shoulder.
Takeshi, catching his breath, brushed a strand of hair from her face, his smirk softening into something almost tender.
"You okay, Tsubaki? Is this enough for tonight's payment?" he asked, his voice rough but warm.
She laughed softly, her cheeks flushing.
"More than enough… but you're not off the hook yet," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.