The two of them both walked into their hotel room, and Haji brought Sayori down to the velvet couch, having his face two inches from hers.
His eyes gazed into her maroon irises. She stared back into his eyes of ocean blue.
"Sayori. . ."
"Yes, Haji?"
"I want you mine tonight." He said with a straight face.
Haji looked so serious all the time, but this time he had complete genuineness in his facial features. His love confession from thirty years before made her remember everything. When she slept, she dreamt of him and her together. But, her dream soon became reality, when he asked her out on a date and planned for the evening.
They just got back from the dinner, even though Haji sat and watched her eat the entire time. It pleased her, when he looked at her, though she felt nervous at the same time, wondering about everything between them.
"Haji,"
"Yes, Sayori?" he asked.
"Make me never forget this night." She replied seductively.
Haji leaned closer to her, held her down on the couch, his lips suckling on her bottom lip. His wet tongue entered her mouth as his hands slithered down to her behind, grabbing it fiercely. Those strong hands of his accidentally ripped her lower part of her dress. Sayori giggled at his chavelier strength, but she wished he could've ripped off her underwear as well. He stood up, as she followed.
"Sayori ! Sorry." He interrupted their kiss, but soon she grabbed a hold of his white shirt, and ripped it open to reveal his rock, hard abs. Her hands reached for his flat abs. She moaned, as she touched his stomach, wishing to feel it upon her skin. Sayori then brought her head to his stomach, kissing it, suckling him, and smiled when he moaned to her mouth upon his skin.
He ripped her entire dress from her body, and he saw she wore nothing underneath. Haji groaned from her sight, and grew hard, so hard. She laughed and she continued suckling when her hands reached for the two last articles of clothing. Her hands shredded the pants and boxers upon his lower half. In front of her, his member sprang forward towards her. Her face became beet red, blushing from how big he was. Though, she was raging with estrogen and was very, very horny.
Haji picked her up and laid her upon the couch. His knees were on the outer side of her, his left hand holding her left breast and his right hand reaching towards her precious opening. He put two fingers inside her and heard her gasp in pain.
"S-sayori!"
"Don't stop, please."
He listened to her, and thrusted his two fingers inside her while his tongue touched her clit. Pleasure rose up her spine from him thrusting his fingers inside her, along with him sucking on her nerve endings. Sayori moaned his name, cried his name from high pleasure. But, he stopped when her breathing got more rapid and she started to cry.
"Sayori, why are you crying?"
"I'm happy . . . Haji, take me to heaven, I want to know what it is like." She replied back with self-confidence.
"If that is what you wish, Sayori." He positioned himself over her, his length touching her opening, which made them both shake in pleasure. Her eyes looked innocent, but her innocence was soon taken away.
She caught her pain and swallowed it when her lover was thrusting. Her pace and his pace were in synch with another. Haji grasped his mouth with hers and heavily made out. Her tongue moved in his mouth, while she suckled on his lips. Moans filled the room as the air in the room became musky from their love making.
When they reached their highest peak, they both stopped and Haji lighly laid on top of Sayori.
"Sayori. . ." Haji panted, looking at her.
"Hm..yes Haji?"
"Daisuki." He said back and planted a deep kiss on her lips.