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Ryley
“Hey, baby,” Satoru placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, his arms carefully snaking around my waist.
Hey, baby my ass.
He gave me a little squeeze. “What’s wrong, my love?” Worry and concern laced his voice.
“You’re late.”
“Ah,” he chuckled, “I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
Slow, airy kisses trailed down my nape. The gesture, paired with his intoxicating scent made me want to heedlessly lean into his touch.
But I knew what he was doing—trying to distract me—and I wasn’t going to let him.
I removed his arms, turning around to face him. “You always do this,” I accused, narrowing my eyes.
He flashed me one of those infuriatingly charming smiles. “Do what?”
I rolled my eyes and shoved at him, but he didn’t even budge. Worse, I was now trapped—his arms caging me against the counter.
“Tell me.” Satoru urged, leaning in to kiss the sensitive spot on my neck. “Come on, gattina. Use your words.” He bit the skin there and I breathed a sigh.
His closeness, his touch, his scent—it was undoing me bit by bit.
“You’re always—”
“What?” His low, mischievous voice sent pleasant shivers down my spine.
A light nip on my earlobe and I was gone. Whatever irritation had been there vanished, replaced with want—with need.
My heart thrummed with anticipation, fast and uneven, butterflies fluttering inside my stomach.
His hot breath on my ear traveled to places it shouldn’t. I could feel him everywhere—there.
Desperate for more contact, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Satoru leaned back, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.
“I hate you.” I hissed, though the venom in my voice felt far too weak.
His hand trailed along my side, fingers brushing against my skin as he lifted the hem of my shirt. He stopped just above, letting his thumb linger at the edge of my breast—careful, teasing.
I felt like I was going crazy.
His touched seared my skin, sending warmth rippling through my body. Every brush of his fingers drew a sharp, delicious ache, and I couldn’t ignore the reactions it elicited. My nipples tightened painfully under my bra, begging for attention. And heat pooled low between my thighs.
My breathing was ragged, and the intensity in his eyes told me he was feeling this just as strongly as I was.
“Of course you do.” He pressed a quick, teasing peck to my lips.
Slowly, deliberately, Satoru knelt, never breaking eye contact as his hands worked to remove my jean shorts and underwear with skillful ease.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Making up for my mistake.” He murmured, before kissing and lightly sucking on my inner thigh.
“What—” I moaned, gripping the edge of the counter as the wet heat of his tongue traced me. “Oh, fuck…”
A low groan of satisfaction rumbled from him, vibrating against me, and I had to fight the overwhelming pull of an impending orgasm. His eyes never left mine, and fuck—if I lied,
I’d be lying to myself—it was unbearably, desirably hot.
My back arched, hips pressing into him almost instinctively. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, while gasping unintelligible English as he pushed his tongue inside me. In and out.
And fuck, it was so good.
Mindlessly—desperately—I moved my hips to match him. “Oh God…” I called out, every motion sending sparks through me, eyes rolling back as pleasure washed over my sanity.
Satoru matched my moans with low, satisfied sounds of his own as he savored every inch of me.
“Satoru…” I moaned his name like a prayer.
The pressure built and built as he continued to draw out my release for as long as he could. I cried out, squirming against his firm grip.
Sparks burned hotter and hotter until the pressure finally exploded. I came so hard I thought I might black out, legs trembling as I tried to catch my breath.
Suddenly, I felt myself lifted into the air. When I opened my eyes, Satoru was carrying me toward the bedroom and into the en-suite.
He sat me on the bathroom counter and pressed a soft kiss to my nose. “You okay?”
I nodded, still breathless.
“Let me get the bath ready for you, yeah?”
I nodded again.
Satoru chuckled. Apparently, I looked very amusing right now. “Am I forgiven?”
With a pout, I shook my head.
“Why?”
“You exhausted me.”
“I’ll cook you something delicious for dinner, how about it? Sinigang, maybe?”
“You don’t eat sinigang.”
“I already had my fill, baby.” He winked, and I couldn’t resist slapping his arm before he went to fill the bathtub.
I hate this guy.