She looked down at herself then back up at him. “You think so? I was planning to wear my Aggretsuko tee shirt with a denim skirt or something. This is a little fancy for a presentation, but I suppose I could dress it down with my pink cardigan.”
She peeped across the table at him with a sheepish grin. “Maybe it’s time for me to start dressing like a grown-up. And I kind of like the idea of wearing something just for you.”
Her confession caused him to miss a few breaths. She was pretending, just pretending. They were both playing a role until May 25th. But when she said that, it made him want things. Things he couldn’t have.
May 25th was still a few weeks away, but it felt like tomorrow.
Usually, he ensured he was on top when they made love. This was his way of dominating her even in missionary. But that night, after stripping her naked in their well-appointed hotel suite, he invited her to climb on top.
He drank in the sight of her curvy body as she sank down onto him, the lips of her cunt parting around his raging cock.
But she’d been a little too quick to take him up on his invitation. She let out a little cry of pain, clawing at his chest as she squirmed to adjust to the size of him in her tight but not quite wet enough yet heat.
She was so tight and hot. Victor had to grit his teeth to keep from unleashing inside of her as she made her adjustments. He cupped one hand around her cheek and one hand around her waist, guiding her until she moistened around his cock and began moving effortlessly on top of him.
Then he caressed her breasts as she rode him with a sensual confidence she did not possess fifteen years ago. She looked nothing like she did in Japan. Yet, tonight, she was everything she’d been back then. But even better.
She liked taking control. Until she didn’t. She lost the thread when he tweaked her nipples, adding more pressure until they were extended pebbles between his fingers and thumbs.
“Victor,” she panted, her strokes getting sloppy. “Oh, God, Victor. I can’t…please…”
She’d become incoherent. But that was okay. Victor knew what she wanted, what she needed. It was the same thing as him.
He relinquished her breasts and grabbed onto her hips. Then he tilted her at an angle so that her clit could grind against his shaft as they moved faster and faster together.
It didn’t take long after that. A painful ache rose inside of him, letting him know he was close. But he held on…held on until she shattered above him, calling out his name as the powerful orgasm swept over her.
He watched her come with a warm feeling in his chest, wishing he could do this with her forever. But her tight pussy mercilessly milked him as it spasmed, and soon, he could no longer hold back.
His hands instinctively found her ass, and he threw back his head. Yelling out with his release as he pulled her hips tight against his spurting cock.
Not for the first time since they’d made their new agreement, he wondered how he’d managed to pull out all those years. Whatever exceptional pride had allowed him to do that was long gone now.
They let out sighs disguised as laughs as they came down together, looking at each other helplessly. And Dawn seemed to be speaking for the both of them when she wondered out loud, “Ten years…how is that still so intense?”
He had no idea.
And the painful ache…
It had only been slightly mollified when they shattered together. Temporarily muted, but not completely gone.
Maybe not for her either. She didn’t seem one bit surprised when he turned her to face him and drew her into his arms the next morning. This wasn’t like the night before. Her cunt was warm and ready when he wrapped her top leg around his waist. And after he slipped inside, there was no adjustment needed whatsoever. He cupped the back of her head and hugged her close, jerking both of their bodies up in the bed as he drove himself into her.
That morning as the sun came up over the Potomac River, the only sounds in the room were her soft gasps and his animalistic grunts as he took her again. But the painful ache still did not diminish. It became worse and worse.
Eventually, they managed to get showered and eat a little something. Then he drove them to the National Mall for a private tour of the National Museum of African American History and Culture—or as Dawn called it, The Black History Museum as if it were the only one in the world.
She was even more excited about this surprise than the cherry blossoms. “I’ve been trying to get down here since 2016 when it opened—you know, for Love Origins. This is amazing. I can’t thank you enough!”
