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“Uhg! I’m done talking to you, Kisuke!” She threw her arms up and made a point of stomping out of the cluttered shop.
“Baby…” He called tiredly after her.
“Why can’t you just give a straight answer?” She railed, her voice echoing down the narrow staircase. “The double-talk isn’t cute anymore!”
“Baby…” He tried again, adjusting his pitch only enough to carry up the steps.
“No! You expect me to be honest with you, but you have more secrets than… than… uhg!” She lost the analogy, as she often did when she was angry. She opted to slam a door instead. “Selfish bastard!”
“Babe, come on.” She heard him coming up the stairs, and sat stubbornly on the couch in the small office space. “Let me make it up to you.” His voice came from just outside the door.
“No! You don’t get to use sex anymore, either! It’s all for you anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” His tone rose from exasperation to surprise.
“It’s just like the rest of our relationship, you get more out of it than I do. Cause as long as you get what you want, everyone else can get fucked!”
“That isn’t true.” He said reflexively.
“Oh yeah?” She roared. “How many times have I sucked you off?” She threw open the door to yell at his face. “How many times have you come in my hands?”
“I, uhh…” Too many to count. The answer was too many to count.
“And how many times have you ate me out until I came? Huh? Or used your fingers without sticking your dick in after?” She waited less than half a second before answering for him. “Not even once! You want me to stick around? You need to act like a partner instead of a cheap lay!” She slammed the door again.
“Baby…” Kisuke went quiet for a long minute. Inside the little room, she sat on the couch again, arms crossed and red-faced. The door opened, he left his hat on the doorknob and knelt in front of her. “I can’t fix everything all at once, but will you let me start somewhere?” Once hand brushed her knee. “Will you let me start here?” He kissed the soft skin of her thigh. Was he serious? She could hardly tell. Everything had two sides with him.
“Only if you finish the job.” She looked away, face reddening for a different reason.
“I promise.” His hand crept up her leg, sliding under her skirt. He traced the hem of her lace panties with one finger. “You planned this, didn’t you?” He kissed her thigh again, higher this time. “These are my favorites.”
“Not everything is about you.” She insisted.
“Maybe it is.” He smirked, both hands groping her backside, sliding her hips to the edge of the couch. “What will you do if I enjoy this more than you?” He kissed her so close she could feel his breath on her hips.
“Cuss. Break something.” She reasoned. “Buy a vibrator.” His fingers pried the lace away from her skin and pulled them down the curve of her ass.
“Now that would be fun.” Sliding them off and away, his kisses came at last to her most sensitive skin.
His tongue was cold when it first parted the lips of her entrance. Or maybe it was the growing heat there that made it seem so. She squirmed, her hands searching for grip on the couch cushions. He went cruelly slow, tracing his tongue around her clit once, twice, then sliding lower still. He followed her contours, going so far as to curl his tongue inside, reaching for the place inside that would set her afire.
“Hn.” She tried to stifle the noise, moaning now was like letting him win. He explored her inner walls with almost mocking attention; acting like it was his first time there. He tested how deep he could reach, how far she could stretch. At last he returned to her clit, spinning his tongue around the sensitive node. He slid his fingers inside next, they were colder than his tongue had been and easily reached the spot to best torture her with.
“Hmm.” This time she couldn’t hold back, the tiny moans escaped. She felt Kisuke’s mouth break into a smile. The slow torment ceased. Instead he set to work like a machine, kneading her insides with his fingers and rolling her clit beneath his tongue. “Kisuke…” She traded handfuls of the cushions for handfuls of his hair.
“Mmm?” The vibration passed from his lips to her clit, forcing another, louder, moan. He chuckled slightly, sending more tremors through her skin. Her inner walls tightened. The unwavering pace of his movements wound her tighter and tighter until she was squirming like a… like a… she lost the analogy.
“Kisuke…” She dared to look down, to see his face buried between her legs and her fingers latched in his hair. Seeing the rhythm of his movements in time with the sensations seized her breath. But his face. Even in such a vulnerable pose he still managed to look so damn smug. There was no way, she thought, no way he was enjoying this more than her. She couldn’t breathe, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Lazily, his eyes moved to meet hers, half lidded and full of dark, silent laughter.
Uneven twitches afflicted her muscles. Kisuke redoubled his intensity, determined to push her over the edge. And he did. Her orgasm hit with pulsing waves that ran through her body and out her mouth in the form of unbridled moans. He stilled his fingers, working only his tongue to ride it out. When the last waves settled, he pulled away, sitting back on the floor to look up at her.
“That’s a fair price to pay for peace.” He wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“Peace?” She scoffed. “You’ve barely managed a truce.”