A/N: I do Not own Skip Beat! or the inspired song.
This is inspired by Nicki Minaj - Super Bass by YowithRenoYo. Actually I believe I had four people request this song, but I'm only going to mention the first request. I do love this song, but the song didn't quite fit the characters. However, the basic thought I got from the song was her heart races when she is near the man she loves. She also describes the kind of guy he is, so here is the story for that. Teehee. I totally made it naughty. RATED M! Please enjoy this sinful treat.
"Kuon, wait," Kyoko pleaded as she struggled to stay on her feet.
"I can't," he muttered against her neck. Kuon worshiped her neck with kisses as his hands ran up and down the frame of her body.
"Kuon, stop," she begged again, but he paid her no mind. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands slipped under her dress and cupped her bottom. Her hand flew to his forearm trying to push him away, or was it to urge him forward - she was having trouble thinking the more he touched her.
"I missed you. I need you," he continued, whispering against her now heated skin. The moment she stepped through the door, Kuon pounced. It wasn't that she minded. Far from it, but it was a little embarrassing how responsive she was to his aggression.
"Just," she whispered but was finding it very difficult keeping her train of thought. "Let me," Kyoko gasped as his teeth started to pull down the zipper of her dress. "Let me take off my sshhh...Ah!" She tried again but failing miserably as he found the pert mounds under her dress.
"I'll take them off," Kuon whispered huskily with her right nipple trapped between his lips. She could have sworn that she put on a bra, yet he proved it to be a useless barrier. The clasp laid undone behind her, and the fabric of it pushed above her breasts. His fingers finished what his mouth started, unzipping the dress to reveal his prize. Meanwhile, Kyoko felt her body start to weaken, her knees finally giving out to the sensations he was creating. She clung onto him for dear life. Her arms wrapping around his head, her fingers deep into his hair as he suckled and teased her tortured breasts. As soon as the zipper was undone and the dress fell open, his hands surged all over her body.
She fell against him, and Kuon never missed a step. He took a hold of her and gently placed her on the floor with him. He crawled over her, his eyes raking over her body as his hands did. She heard the thump of her shoes hit the floor more than felt his hands remove them. She couldn't tell where he was at any given moment. He was at her breast one moment, and then her legs the other. Kyoko whimpered as his fingers purposely caressed over the center of her body over her panties. With the soft needing sound escaping her lips, Kuon pulled back and quickly stripped off his clothes and then dived in.
With that small reprieve, Kyoko was able to get a single thought in her mind. They were about to make love on the floor right by the front door of their condo. Before Kyoko could voice her concern, Kuon was back on top of her. His hands sliding down her legs as his mouth nipped and kissed its way down her stomach to the panties that covered her.
"Kuon, wait," she whimpered softly as his fingers slipped under the silky cloth.
"No," he murmured against her hip and then bit her skin lightly making her gasp. His hands made short work of her underwear.
"We're on the floor, Kuon. Let's... Ughh." She threw her head back as he tasted her. Her back arched against the floor, her opened black dress giving her the only protection from the carpeted floor. Her fingers clawed into the carpet as he licked her. Her legs found themselves wrapped around his shoulders with his head moving gently between them. Kuon wasn't there long, she didn't know what he wanted to achieve from that, to simply taste her, to work her up or to shut her up, but he did all three. Though, all it took was a simple look from him.
That sinful face appeared above her, and her insides quivered in anticipation. Green eyes framed with dark brown hair looked down at her, swimming with desire for her - all for her. His mouth was wet, stained with her arousal.
"Kuon," she whispered breathlessly, eagerly waiting for his touch.
"No," he hastily stated, thinking she was going to tell him to wait. "No waiting. I want to be inside you," he murmured and filled her in one swift motion with a deep groan. Kyoko cried out in pleasure as he drove into her. She wasn't going to tell him to stop or to wait. There wasn't a single word of refrain in her mind, let alone her lips. She willingly accepted him, arching her body in a frenzy of yearning.
Kuon leaned against his left arm, which curved above her head while his right ran down the length of her writhing body. He wanted to watch her, to watch her move and twist beneath him as he rocked inside of her over and over again. It had been so long since he's seen her. Too long since he's touched her, tasted her. He was hungry for her the moment he came home. He had never been as hard as he was when she walked in.
His hand dipped down at her stomach and rounded her ribs. Her breast bounced with the tempo of his thrusts, making his mouth dry, eager for another taste. His fingers curved around her tender flesh and rolled her dusky tip between them. Her back arched, her body moving towards his touch. His eyes moved up to her flushed passion filled face. Her eyes were closed with her lips parted gently. Soft mewing sounds escaped her lips with the occasional soft cry of passion.
He found his hand tenderly following the outline of her jaw and then softly caress her red, plump lips. Her golden eyes opened meeting his green ones. They swam with love and warmth as they looked at him as well as lust and need. She released the carpet and her hand took his at her mouth. She never broke eye contact as she took his index finger into her wet mouth and licked him. Kuon groaned at the sexy woman beneath him. He was already buried deeply inside of her and still felt like it wasn't enough.
He cupped her face roughly in his hand and kissed her. His tongue ravaged her mouth, slipping and tangling with hers. He centered himself above her making her whimper as he slipped out of her. Kuon broke the kiss and smirked at her. She will not be left wanting, nor would he. He slid his hands down her body and hooked her knees around his arms lifting her hips up as he plunged back inside of her.
Kyoko's screams filled the large condo. Her hands clawed at his chest, pressed against him as if trying to push him away though she would have ripped him apart if he did. He delved deeper with each frantic motion inside of her, making her involuntarily jerk at each thrust. She felt her body warm and build and her head swim until that blinding, pulsing moment of release crashed upon her.
The moment she came, Kuon did as well. He swore that he could come without ever being near her as long he could watch her climax. The sexy sound that escaped her lips, the flushed look on her face as she released was enough to bring him over the edge. She was unearthly beautiful when she was captured in the throes of passion. It was one of the main reasons why he couldn't help himself around her.
Once Kuon felt it was safe enough to walk, he lifted her off the floor and carried her to their bedroom. Kyoko regained her composure on the way there. She was still rolling in the afterglow, but laughed at the situation as they settled on the bed. Kuon smiled curiously at her wondering why she was laughing.
"I'm home," she greeted him as she would if she just now walked in. Kuon chuckled softly and hugged her tightly against him.
"Welcome home," he responded and leaned down for a kiss. She sighed as the soft press of his lips left hers. He was spooning her, but she wanted to talk to him. It was late, and no doubt they were tired, but she hadn't seen him in a week.
"When did you get back? You told me you weren't coming back for another three days," she asked as she shifted onto her back. His hand glided along her hip and settled onto her stomach as she moved.
"I've been here since seven, and I wanted to see you," Kuon said as if that was reason enough. She gave him a look that stated otherwise making him laugh.
"The director was called away. It seems that he had a family emergency, so he gave everyone the next few days off. I need to go back on Thursday," he explained as his hand started playing with her body. He really couldn't help it. She was lying there next to him, so trusting and exposed. He ran his hand up her stomach and molded her breast with his hand and then ran back down the side of her body over her thighs. She squirmed beside him.
"What time do you start tomorrow?" He asked suddenly with that certain dark voice.
"Um, I have an interview at 10, why?" she answered and that little smirk stretched across his lips. "Kuon," she whined softly and then gasped as his fingers wiggled into her dark curls.
Kyoko didn't know when they fell asleep but what she did know was that she was so not ready to get up that morning. She groaned as the shrieking alarm shattered her blissful sleep. She crawled over to the edge of the bed and slammed her hand on the snooze button. Arms appeared around her waist and a bed warm body slid up against hers. She smiled and snuggled back into the sheets and against her lover.
Their relationship is more than a year old nearing two, with this stage of their lives only 6 weeks old. Six weeks ago, almost to the day they made love, and almost two week later she moved in with him. Let's say that she never saw the inside of her place the moment she said yes. Kyoko spent every free moment at his condo either with him or waiting for him. Not to mention, it made sense. It had enough room for both of them, and she was already there every night. It was his idea, she was content simply being with him, but he wanted more.
Especially since their relationship wasn't out to the public yet.
SHHH...
Everyone important knew: LME, Kanae, Yashiro, Lory, Kuu and Julie. It wasn't that they were worried about their reputations. It was that they didn't want paparazzi all over their relationship. Okay, so Kyoko's reputation was in jeopardy. She was a fast rising star. The bad girl starlet turning Japan's leading lady was a temperamental thing. The crowds can forgive an actor his playboy ways but the woman was always a different story. Everyone agreed that they should keep their relationship under wraps, Kuon included. Especially when his secret was so freshly exposed to the public. Telling the world he was Hizuri Kuon and on top of that in love with Kyoko... a little too much to ask for.
Things were rough at first. It was difficult being a girl in love and not being able to actually be with the person she was in love with. It actually felt like nothing had changed in their relationship as if they had never confessed. It wasn't until he brought her to his condo one night that she felt how much he was hurting too. It was very much like how he greeted her last night, though without the orgasmic ending.
Kyoko squirmed as Kuon nuzzled her neck and started kissing her softly. A large smile spread across her lips as she woke up from his attentions. His large hand ran over her body, gliding across her skin and pausing at her more tempting parts.
"Kuon, I can't," she bemoaned with a little pout. His hands nor did his mouth quit.
"Kuon, don't be mean," she whimpered. No way was she going to leave wanting, though he would be in the same situation.
"This is mean?" Kuon questioned as he stroked down the length of her body with his strong hand making her moan out loud.
"Yes," she whispered breathlessly. She twisted to look at him and had to bite her libido back at the look of pure sin on his face. "I have to shower and leave in thirty minutes to get to my interview. I don't have time this morning." Kyoko explained and started to push herself up. Kuon, of course, didn't let her go. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her over him making her yelp and then laugh.
"Kuon!" she cried out while laughing and then whimpered as he pulled her into a deep, pervasive kiss. She was left in a daze when he pulled back.
"Tell you what," Kuon started as she refocused. She blinked down at him and could feel her body start to hum at that heated look. "I'll join you in your shower and drive you to the station. We'll knock out two things at once, and I promise you won't be late."
All she could do was nod and let him sweep her away.
Kyoko arrived with a light blush on her cheeks. She was about ten minutes early which amazed her to no end. She could have sworn the shower took half the day away. Nope, he had her clean, dressed, out the door and to the studio with a smile on her lips and time to spare.
Kyoko was scheduled to do a radio interview on Itagaki's talk radio show. Itagaki Kin was one of the most popular shows on the net today. People across the country heard his show because of his humorous personality. He wasn't a shock jock, thankfully. She wouldn't be able to handle an interview with a person like that, but he might ask her some crazy questions.
"Kyoko-san, welcome!" An older man greeted her as she approached the radio station's recording studio. He bowed deeply to her in greeting, and she responded in kind.
"Thank you so much for joining us today," he stated in a rush. In fact, the moment he straightened up, he started walking and Kyoko was in a frenzy to keep up. "Itagaki-san has started the show. We have three topics to go through and then your interview will be on. I trust you have read some of the sample questions that will be asked?"
The man was so frantic, he didn't even introduce himself. Kyoko nodded and then replied as he wasn't looking at her. "Yes, I did. I..."
"Good!" He interrupted. "Now, he may ask you different things, so please answer to the best of your ability. Have you done a radio show before?"
"Um, no, but..."
"Okay," he again interrupted as he opened the door to a room and ushered her inside. The room looked a lot like one of Sho's recording studios however, the recording part looked like an office cubical with several large microphones suspended in the air. The busy man returned to her as the show aired.
"There is no cursing, and if you find yourself stunned at an answer, Itagaki will fill in the silence. Any time there is silence, it's bad for business. The audience won't be entertained by your face or actions, only your voice. He asks a question, you answer. Got it?"
Kyoko quickly nodded. They took her into another room and fitted her for headphones and did a sound check while the host ran through the segments he was required to do. Soon there was a commercial break, and she was escorted into the room. Itagaki stood up and bowed in greeting.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Kyoko-san. May I call you Kyoko-chan for this?"
"Ah, yes. That's fine," she replied with a smile and nervously sat down across from him. He put his headphones back on as he sat down and smiled endearingly at her.
"Don't worry about a thing. Please enjoy your stay and have fun," Itagaki whispered and soon the "On Air" light burst on above. Itagaki quickly started talking, sitting back in his oversized chair trusting the microphones to pick up his voice. He quickly moved to introduce her, listing her expansive resume and boasting about her recent role. He was talking so fast and so confidently that it blew her away and soon he was addressing her.
"... Kyoko-chan, please say hello to all of your fans out there right now," he said and raised his hand gesturing for her to answer.
She leaned forward with a large smile and spoke, "Good Morning..." He shook his head and motioned for her to lean away from the mic. She quickly moved back but didn't stop from talking. "and thank you everyone for taking the time to listen in today. Also for Itagaki-san for having me on his show." He nodded at her as she spoke, telling her she was good where she was.
"Yes, everyone, that was the lovely Kyoko-chan from the latest number one film, Christmas Day, and I must say that she is as beautiful as she sounds. Could you stand up for us?" he asked with a leer in his voice making Kyoko blush. He told everyone what she was wearing in a flattering and particularly close to offensive manner. While she would have been terribly uncomfortable with his excruciating detail, she kept up her professional demeanor and only let a dark blush shine through.
"And she's modest too. If only everyone out there could see her blush, it's adorable," he finished and gestured her to sit back down, which she gratefully did. The interview would be separated into two different sections. The first being his questions and then he would open it up for listener questions. A grand total of a thirty minute interview. They were the longest and shortest thirty minutes of her life.
He started the questioning off easy, asking her the more obvious questions. How she started? Why acting? What are your goals? Those kind of professional questions. Then some of the more personal ones were asked: hobbies, likes and dislikes. Until finally the expected uncomfortable questions came about.
"Your latest movie was about several couples getting together on Christmas day. Since that is around the corner, tell us what you would normally do on that special couple's day?"
Kyoko smiled and quickly replied, "Ah, well. I'm not sure how many of you know this but Christmas day is my birthday."
"Really? So does that mean you expect double the presents from your boyfriend on that day?" Itagaki asked in a teasing tone.
Kyoko laughed. "No. Actually, I don't expect anything from anyone. If my special someone simply remembered that it was my birthday instead of only Christmas, I would be completely happy."
"I guarantee that everyone from this point on will know that it is your birthday, unless they are completely out of touch from reality," Itagaki joked. "Let's go ahead and open up the lines and look at those messages from our listeners." Itagaki then explained how everyone could get in contact with them: via email, twitter, text or the simple classic telephone. Not a single second past before the first question was already being asked from a twitter post.
"This is from Tanaka Ryo from Osaka. I would be more then willing to give you two gifts one for Christmas and your birthday. Can I be your special someone?" Itagaki asked with a laugh and added, "I'm sure everyone is well aware of the fact that you aren't dating anyone. Though the tabloids have spread rumors of you with several men including Fuwa Sho, Kijima Hidehito, Akao Motonori and even Hizuri Kuon. Tell us who of these fine gentlemen are you having a tryst with?"
Kyoko laughed. "A tryst? Oh my. I'm not sure about that, but I can tell you that all of those men are my very dear friends, not much more I'm afraid. I am currently so overcome with filming that I haven't really thought of dating anyone. Though, if a certain someone did come along, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea of dating someone." She finished with a light relaxed smile.
"WHOA! The gorgeous Kyoko-chan says she is open to dating. That flooded the lines. We are going to take a quick commercial break while we sort out our correspondence," Itagaki said and flipped a switch on the board.
Kyoko blanched as everyone started clicking buttons and working around franticly. "Um, did I say something wrong?"
"Huh?" Itagaki said glancing up at her and then shook his head after a moment. "Oh, no. You are doing great. It's that we now have to sort out all the perverted messages we are getting, phone numbers, addresses and... ugh, naked pictures that are being sent to us because of your statement." He quickly slammed the delete button on the keyboard as she sunk a little in her seat.
"I'm so sorry. My PR always tells me to sound available. Granted, normally, there is no instant response like this," Kyoko said worriedly.
"Please, don't worry about it. We will sort out everything, or we will start making up questions and claim that it is from listeners," he informed her making her frown.
"That..."
Itagaki held out his hand stopping her words, and he flipped a button and started to talk. "Welcome back!" He greeted everyone while she had to wipe away her dissatisfaction of that comment away. That wasn't really fair to the listeners to have all of their questions ignored, but then this wasn't her show. Plus, she did sort of mess things up with her statement.
"Our next question comes through the phone. Kato Satoshi, you're on the air," Itagaki announced and flipped another switch.
"Hello?" A timid but deep voice spoke up.
"Yup! Go ahead," Itagaki said again a little antsy.
"Hi Kyoko-chan?"
"Hello Kato-san, How are you?" Kyoko said with a sweet voice.
"Oh my God! Kyoko-chan, you are the greatest actress ever. I've seen everything you've ever done, ever since you did Fuwa Sho's Prisoner video. You are beautiful and so talented!"
Kyoko laughed. "Thank you very much Kato-san. I'm flattered. Do you have a question for me?" She prompted, and Itagaki nodded to her with a big smile. Yes, get them to ask their question. The faster they received and answered the question the more they could get in.
"Um, you said that you were looking for a boyfriend. What kind of things are you looking for in a man?"
Kyoko blushed and frowned at the wording. I never said I was Looking for a boyfriend. "Oh, um. That's a difficult question. I never really thought of it to be honest," she said truthfully. She knew she had to fill in the silence so she said the first thing that came to mind. She thought of Kuon. "Well he would have to be sweet and kind. Funny and caring. Hardworking and dedicated to both his job and myself. There is nothing more appealing to me then someone who is passionate about their life, and I would hope that they would be as passionate about me as they are about their chosen careers," She finished, hoping that was enough.
"Next question is an email from . What about looks? Surely, you are looking for something in particular when it comes to looks?" Itagaki read.
"Oo, again I never really thought about it," she smiled as she thought of Kuon once again. "I do like them tall, thought that isn't difficult since I'm so short," she joked. "A nice warm smile with dazzling green eyes," she said in a sort of daze.
"Green eyes? That's pretty specific," Itagaki said, cutting into her thoughts. Kyoko blushed realizing she made a stupid mistake. "There aren't many Japanese men who can fit that little detail. Are you interested in foreign men?"
"Oh, um. No. I mean. I do find green eyes particularly beautiful," she stated trying to fix her mistake. It was too late to take back the comment, so she had to work with it. "But I have nothing against other eye colors. It's that I met so many men in America with that unique eye color that I was a little taken by them."
"America? You've been overseas?" Itagaki started taking over the conversation as he found something interesting to talk about. Kyoko told him a little bit about going to California, explaining that how she met the Hizuri's. It also helped with the reason why she was so close to Kuon. She was a family friend.
The interview lasted over thirty minutes, but the station didn't seem to mind. Kyoko's segment was the last part of the show, so she stayed while he said goodbye and even added to the farewell. As soon as the On Air sign turned off, the busy producer of the show came bursting in with kind words.
"That was wonderful! We still have the lines buzzing with callers and the inbox is filled with questions. Kyoko-chan, you are a natural on air. I do hope you will consider coming back. Kin-kun, great job as always. We'll be seeing you tomorrow," he chanted and then promptly left before either of them could respond.
Kyoko watched the older man rush out the recording studio and disappear like the wind. She laughed at the abrupt man. "Is he always like that?" She asked with a charming smile.
"Yamasaki? Yeah," Itagaki said with an easy smile. He slipped off his headphones as Kyoko did and walked around the table towards her. "He's the producer of several different shows in this building, and he feels like he has to be in each and every recording. He's actually a good guy, but you can only talk to him after the day is done," he told her as he leaned against the desk.
"But he's right. You are a natural on the radio as you are on stage. Are you sure that you haven't done this before?" Itagaki asked.
"Ah, no. I haven't, but it was a lot of fun. Doing a live interview is always so..." Kyoko took a deep breath, "exciting. I get so nervous. I can't take back what I say, like today." She felt her face grow hot in embarrassment. "The green eyes comment. Oh, I know some people are not going to be happy about that comment."
Itagaki didn't quite understand why she was so upset by the comment. It was honest, and it was only an opinion. "What are you doing now? I know I don't have green eyes, but I was wondering if you like to have lunch with me?"
Kyoko was stunned. She really shouldn't be, but getting asked out by a stranger all of a sudden always made her pause. Oddly enough, she should be getting use to it, it happened more and more often recently. As always she wanted to shout out, no, but she couldn't for multiple reasons. First, it would be very suspicious. Word would get around that she is denying all advances and then rumors would spread about a secret lover. Granted, she did have one but no one needed to know that. Second, it would hurt their feelings.
She blushed lightly at the invitation making Itagaki smile widen. Kyoko paused to think about it. He was a little older then Kuon, but not by much. He was handsome but again not as much as Kuon. Nice dark brown eyes, very short black hair with a slim build. He was easy on the eyes and was sure to be entertaining on a date. Too bad she was in love with someone else.
"I'm very sorry, Itagaki-san, but I can't. I've got another job and right now is not the best time," she said sincerely sorry. She's got a lot of mixed reactions when she turned people down. Most were understanding and heard the underlining rejection in her polite words, but others were less so. Those suitors were always the worst. She prayed that this one wouldn't be dense and keep coming after her.
His smile faltered while she let out a small silent sigh of relief. "Well, let me escort you out at least. Thank you for appearing on my show. I hope you enjoyed it and do please think about coming on again," he turned the conversation to more professional things as he walked her out. She kept her smile up and the idle chatter until they reached the door.
"Thank you, Itagaki-san. Please have a wonderful day," she said her goodbye and started to walk away. She could feel him watching her so she turned and waved goodbye once more. Finally, he slipped back inside and a weight was shoved off her shoulders as soon as the door closes.
"That was uncomfortable," she mumbled to herself as she walked towards the street. It seemed like he was hoping she would change her mind if he stayed with her a little longer. Hopefully that will be as clingy as he will get. She didn't need another person haunting her steps. Walking across the parking lot, she saw movement to her left, a car leaving a spot. She thought nothing of it until it honked at her. Again, she blushed at the attention she was getting. She's had several vehicles actually honk at her and then whistle out rudely vying for her attention. Like the others, she ignored that one until they called out her name. Kyoko turned and smiled brightly as she recognized Kuon's car. She practically ran over to his car with a little bounce in her step and slipped inside.
"Kuon!" she squealed in delight and hugged his arm in greeting. "I wasn't expecting you here. How did you know when I would be let out?" She asked as she buckled in her seatbelt.
He smiled a tight smile and answered honestly, "I didn't. I parked outside once I dropped you off and waited for you."
Kyoko blinked astonished. "You what?" She was so surprised by the statement that she didn't notice him drive to the back corner of the parking lot and park again. "I was in there for almost two hours. You didn't have to do that," she complained and instinctively took off her seatbelt to talk to him.
Kuon shrugged which made Kyoko frown. "I didn't have anything else to do. The whole reason I'm here is to be with you. Yukihito and I both agreed that we would use this as a vacation of sorts. It wasn't that bad, I listened to the show," he told her nonchalantly. Kyoko could tell he was holding something back. He was upset but was trying very hard to hide it.
"Kuon, what's wrong?" she asked and placed her hand over his. She didn't know if that was the smart thing to do or not as it made him snap. The moment the heat of her hand touched his, Kuon grabbed her and pulled her over for a searing kiss. She gasped in shock but soon closed her eyes and relished in the feel of him. The kiss was wild and fierce as his currently emotions. The way that host talked about his girlfriend. The words he used to describe her, and the underlying intent he had as he spoke to her drove Kuon up the wall.
Kyoko was his. She belonged solely to him. His mouth ravaged hers as his hands pulled her from her seat and into his lap. He felt her stiffen and struggle as she wondered what he was doing. He wasn't thinking at the moment. His mind was filled with jealousy, with some primal need to claim what was his.
Kyoko jumped in shock as her hip accidently triggered the horn on his steering wheel. The intense kiss was broken as well as the spell it cast upon her. She looked around and slowly started to realize the situation Kuon put them in. They were secluded at the farthest point of the parking lot as possible, hidden in a semi dark car with Kuon's hands and lips all over her.
"Kuon, stop," she commanded as his hands slid up her legs and under her skirt, while his lips trailed down her neck. She didn't know if her words reached him. She could barely hear herself speak with the pounding of her heart in her ears. She struggled against him, trying to slip off his lap, but his hands kept her there. His strong arms holding her gently but unrelenting with him.
"Kuon, we are in public," she tried to reason with him. His right hand pushing up her skirt around her hips and while his left wrapped around her, allowing his long fingers to tease her harden tips over her blouse.
"Kuuu...oooo." Kyoko swooned as his fingers slipped between her thighs and lightly touched her core over her panties. She could feel herself wet and ready for him. How his touch got her to this point so quickly she could never figure out. Still, they were not in the best places for this type of thing. She was breathing heavily, trying to calm her heart down as his lips captured hers again. She gathered her strength and pushed his arm away from her.
She tore herself away from his delicious mouth and almost yelled, "Kuon." He pulled away and looked at her with those dark mossy eyes. Her will almost broke - almost. "Ren wouldn't do this. We shouldn't be doing this. What's wrong?" His passion of love turned into anger.
"You're right. Ren would have smiled and ignored the things that man was saying about his girlfriend. Ren wouldn't have cared if they made her sound like a prized piece of meat over the radio," Kuon growled and started all over again. His mouth started nibbling and licking her ear sending little shivers down her body while his hand started unbuttoning all the buttons on her blouse.
"Ren would have turned the other way as his girlfriend, his lover, told the world that she was available and that they were only friends," Kuon spoke against her skin. His lips never leaving her skin as he poured his frustrations out. "He's fine with hiding our relationship, fine with having other men trying to pick you up, fine with having them ogle you as they walk to you out." His fingers made little work of the buttons and his fingers crept up and slipped under her bra. Kyoko moaned and hid her face in the crook of his neck.
"Mine," Kuon whispered to her as he teased and rolled the tip of her breast. "You're mine, all of you. I'm not Ren. I hate that we have to pretend," he mumbled as his lips caressed her shoulder and pressed soft wet kisses up her neck. He made his way to her jaw, and she moved her head so she could taste him once again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging on to him as his hand once again trailed down her body and sought out the wet warmth between her thighs.
One thought kept entering her mind. They couldn't be doing this. They were in a car, in a parking lot, outside! Yet, as his hand slipped between her thighs and his fingertips ran over her center, her body couldn't help but assist in his invasion. Her thighs parted for him as her mouth opened for the silky seductive touch of his tongue. She felt the rumble of his chest as he groaned, finding how very wet she was from his attention. He glided his fingers over her folds, her panties pushed to the side, and Kyoko screamed out as he slipped two of his fingers inside of her.
"No one else can see you like this," Kuon started to whisper to her as his fingers worked her into a frenzy. "The way you look when I'm inside you, the sounds you make, the feel of you wrapped around me. It's all mine," he said possessively.
Kyoko was trying to hold herself together. He whispered softly to her talking about her smile, her laugh. Things that he loved about her while he touched her. The feel of his hand inside of her and those words made her heart sing. She never thought she would be so wanted, to be some one that they would do anything for, to horde like some precious jewel. Kuon was more aggressive then she ever could have imagined. Ren wouldn't have done this, would have held in his rage until he could forgive and forget, but Kuon was so much more open and willing to take what he wanted. Most of the time it was her.
She tightly hung on to him, her arms shaking from the strength of holding on to him, hiding from a world that wasn't watching. Her hands were tight fists in his hair, no doubt causing him pain, but he didn't care. Her face was still buried in the crook of his neck, her cries of pleasure being muffled against his skin. Kuon's words and actions were rough and aggressive, but his touch was never so, which always amazed her. She could feel the hardness of his arousal straining against his jeans beside her hip. She knew he wanted more and yet, he held fast with the gentle thrusting of his hand and his thumb curling around and stroking her clit, slowly bringing her over the edge.
Her teeth clamped down over his pulse as he brought her over. She panted against him, and usually her body would start to weigh heavy and calm down but she felt like something still needed to be done. She watched Kuon take the two fingers that were inside of her and take them into his mouth, licking them clean of her flavor. Kyoko licked her lips as her hand fumbled for the controls of his chair.
Kuon huffed out in surprise as his chair fell back, reclining as far back as it would go. He watched Kyoko move above him, straddling his lap and her hands hastily undo the fly of his jeans. Before he could blink, Kyoko had the length of him in her small hands and was guiding him to the cradle between her thighs. She impaled herself with him, making them both cry out at the feel of their union. Kuon almost came at the action but was held short as Kyoko stopped all movement once he was filled inside of her.
"Kuon," she called out to him in a deep breathy voice. He blinked, breathing heavily at the feel of her tightly wrapped around him and tried to focus on what she was doing. She was leaning forward, her hand supporting herself on the back of his chair. She took his hand with her free one and placed it over her left breast.
"Can you feel that?" Kyoko asked rhetorically making him smirk and squeeze her breast lightly. She blushed and raised his hand slightly. "My heart, Kuon," she corrected with a humorous smile. She licked her lips and held his hand over her heart. "You are the only one that makes my heart race. The only one that makes it resonate in my chest like a drum," she whispered and then pushed his hand back over her breast. She started to rock her hips making his eyes close momentarily. "I love you, Kuon. I don't want anyone else but you," she finished and leaned over him, stealing his lips for another kiss.
They have told each other those three words before. Often in the heat of the moment, others in passing but they always left an impression in him as if hearing it for the first time. Kuon embraced her, his hands sliding over her soft skin as she grounded herself over him. He moved his hands to her hips and gripped her tightly then forced her body to move over him roughly. Kyoko broke their kiss as he forced himself inside of her, sending ripples of warmth and pleasure through her body. She panted and whimpered above him as she danced above him. It wasn't long until they came, the rush of their spontaneous actions and the place they were so freely expressing their desires overwhelming their senses.
Kuon was always the first to regain his sense of self, and he hugged her tightly against him. He kissed her damp forehead. "I love you too, my sweet Kyoko," he whispered making her smile and laugh at her jealous possessive lover.