And here I am again! This time the chapter is longer and more sensitive, and do not forget to leave comments, otherwise I do not know how you like this development of events and the attitude of the characters to each other. I will be very happy if you write what you think about their characters, I have been sitting on the dialogues in this chapter for a very long time, they seemed very necessary and interesting to me.
Misaki broke out in a sweat, they were essentially caught at the crime scene! Did he hear everything? And now he, too, knows that she ... No, this cannot be, he could hardly have guessed about that either. Instinctively, the girl hid behind her husband's back, burying herself in his shirt, hiding crimson cheeks in the folds.
- Darling, don't worry, I don't have cameras in my toilets ... Although now I regret not having set them in advance, as if- Igarashi laughed ominously, - but, nevertheless, your groans were enough for me, you are too loud, especially Takumi ... To my surprise, - as if expressing the aforementioned amazement, the blonde looked into Takumi's calm eyes, clearly hinting to that.
- I'm sorry that we ruined your evening, and with it part of the toilet ... But let's sort it out after the banquet, and now we could use a room, preferably with a bed.-
It seemed to the brunette that she had been doused with ice water, she heard right? Slightly, but perceptibly, tugging at her husband's sleeve, she finally turned his gaze, previously chained to the owner of the estate, at herself. Takumi with his eyes alone begged her to calm the raging soul that threatened to sweep everything around. Gently stroking her hand, he again drew attention to the man who seemed to be looking at their interactions with pleasure. Usui tensed from such a gesture.
- Of course, how can I refuse our dear guests, go along the main staircase to the second floor and there along the corridor to the left to the very last room at the end of the sincerely I ask you not to break the bed ... Do not look so menacingly and embarrassedly at me Misaki. Judging by what I heard, you are a very passionate couple. Of course I have strong beds, but you never know what… - At the end, Tora winked at the blushing brunette. At that her husband's eyebrows were pulled together on the bridge of his nose, clearly expressing displeasure at such a manifestation of attention to his woman. Firmly taking his wife's cold hand, thereby yanking her out of embarrassment and thoughts of what the owner had said earlier, he proudly and hastily departed from Igarashi's eyes, going out into the main corridor to the hall staircase.
As the couple climbed the stairs, the girl still could not believe what was happening, and what actually was happening? Now they were going to the room allocated only to two of them, and obviously not in order to just relax. It was unlikely that they would succeed. She was still burning between her thighs. Her special organ did not release everything that was accumulated in it, and even more than that, her primordially feminine place that was a little lower, also demanded attention. Having swallowed a bundle of nerves and fear, the young woman looked at her husband. From the time they left Igarashi, he did not say a word, and did not even look back at his wife, these thoughts irritated the honey-eyed girl's brain.
The blond mentally glared at Igarashi and cursed. The blond himself could hardly restrain himself so as not to turn to her. It was already hard for him during the earlier conversation to remain calm. If now he turns to his wife, if he looks into the pool of her caramel eyes, if she touches him, he will just take her here ... No matter how rude it may sound, but he could not restrain the impulse of his deep feelings for her, and such an awkward and dangerous situation around them only added heat and inflamed his soul.
The second floor greeted them more quietly and modestly than the setting of the main hall: unobtrusive light from nightlights located at each door, a plank floor covered with a soft, scented carpet along the entire length of the corridor, muffling the sounds of heels, small frescoes and discreet flower compositions ... It was much quieter here, the night gap of silence was broken only by the singing of twilight birds outside the window. There was a feeling that, apart from them, there were no more guests.
As she approached the last door at the end of the hallway, Misaki felt a growing tension, along with other feelings she had generated earlier that evening. The room was not locked, as if she was waiting for a couple, she greeted them with proper hospitality: the windows on the entire wall were the first to catch the eye, behind them were dark blue clouds, pierced by pink-orange rays of light from the setting sun. A huge wide low bed on the podium immediately turned attention to itself, from a small corridor in the room, it was separated by a shoji, a cherry partition with an insert, covered with paper with flowers. The wall behind the bed was also decorated with a picture of cherry blossoms against the backdrop of mountains. The whole composition of the bedroom was completed with small paper lamps on the sides of the bed and bonsai standing on a niche near another door, most likely a bathroom. The bedroom was more spacious than empty, this was a feature of the Japanese rooms, there was nothing bulky or unnecessary here. The calm and natural tones of the room soothed the soul: beige, milky, cream colors of bed and paper paintings, a cherry podium with a frame and a bamboo niche.
The young man walked deeper into the room, took off his shoes in advance near the entrance, and wearily sat down on the bed, undoing the currently suffocating tie around his neck, and throwing it on a small couch by the shoji. The girl hesitated a little, not knowing what to do next, she just got rid of the heels squeezing her legs in a vice, and awkwardly sat down next to her husband.
The atmosphere around them was soothing, although it clearly hinted at the romantic atmosphere and activities in it. The brunette looked at the blonde again, he still avoided contact with her, this time closing his eyes. The girl's honey eyes ran over her husband's body, for some reason with a bit of embarrassment, stopping on his trousers. She swallowed, the stretched snow-white fabric clearly showed the state of him. Now it dawned on her why he was not inclined to talk. Biting her cheek from the inside, Mrs. Usui mentally made a decision for the two of them, even if it was embarrassing to the point of colic, even though they were already a married couple.
Stretching out her hand, clad in a velvet glove, the girl began to slowly rub the strained back of her faithful companion, moving onto his shoulders and further down his hand. Her fingers momentarily intertwined with his, immediately crawling out and down the man's torso. His eyelids flew open, the malachite irises narrowed, and the blond's pupils closely followed the gentle, but at the same time strong hand of his wife, waiting and not quite fully understanding what it was leading to. His mind was still clouded, and it was only when the fingers of someone else's hand touched the bump at his fly that he cleared up.
Takumi held his breath, now the most important thing was not to frighten his own wife, she did this very rarely, and one extra word or movement could easily ruin everything. The quiet breathing and the sound of a metal dog broke the tense silence for both of them. Misaki imperceptibly buried her face in her husband's shoulder, out of the corner of her eye following her own slightly clumsy movements. The brush of her fingers lowered the man's underwear, releasing a heated organ. An involuntary hoarse moan came out of the blond's chest, he felt better, now nothing constrained him and did not interfere.
The girl's trembling fingers grabbed the petrified flesh, rubbing the tips of the very head. Takumi hissed, at which the brunette stopped, a little frightened, looking to her spouse. He said nothing, only quickly removed the interfering glove from his beloved's alabaster hand, taking it and putting it on his organ again, silently asking the girl to continue what she had begun.
This time the brunette did not hesitate, her cold fingers began to move again along the flesh, slightly clasping at the base and moving alternately up and down. Shifting the foreskin, she stroked the revealed bridle with her fingertips, causing her husband to wheeze and moan. The fluid that started to flow stained the wife's palm, lubricating it and helping to move. Deciding not to linger on one point, the honey-eyed dropped her hand a little lower, covering the small testicles with her palm, with sadism awakened from somewhere, she squeezed them slightly, pulling out a painfully sweet moan from her husband. With her middle finger, the brunette brushed the entrance, pausing a little, she finally pushed it inside, pushing the soft and easy place. Slightly caressing the walls, her hand was suddenly grabbed, Misaki turned around, her heart stopped for a moment. Takumi looked at her from under his bangs, with his dark and, as it seemed to her, formidable, impatiently lustful emerald eyes.
The girl swallowed convulsively, for a moment she felt scared, and unfortunately, her face betrayed everything. It stretched slightly, the flushed cheeks turned white, and the eyes sparkled with liquid and hot caramel, the eyebrows twitched slightly to the bridge of the nose, clearly showing a slight fear. Seeing her reaction, the blond man sighed heavily, with a bit of sadness, closing his eyelids. She was still afraid of him, as soon as he cast an excited look at her, but why? He sometimes asked himself this question, but he never bothered to ask her about it, maybe she sees something else in this:
- Misaki, don't be afraid of me, it's me, your alien, huh? I will not do anything bad to you, remember our wedding, my oath to you? - embarrassed, as if innocent, the girl, the brunette looked at him sullenly, immediately forgetting about her fear.
- Of-of course I remember, how could I forget ... physical or moral, you will be my shield, protecting and defending, slowly she fell through her memories, forgetting his presence.
- You are frightened by my look, so why? - finally snatching his chosen one from the world of dreams:
- Now your gaze was ... Very frightening, your eyes darkened and seemed to radiate lust and rage at the same time, I thought you would rush at me, it's scary, really, - at the end Misaki hunched over, and crumpled under her leg, instinctively trying to hide. Takumi could not believe what he heard, did she really perceive his gaze like that?
- My dear demoness ... I looked at you not with lust, but with a grain of desire. Yes, I want you, strongly, you excited me to madness, but this does not mean that my mind is covered by lust, in no case, only a craving for you flutters in me, not only physically, but also mentally, naturally. Come here, my little demon, I thought that you were not afraid of anyone, - the blond pulled her into an armful with a laugh, carefully kissing his wife on the top of her head and stroking her tense shoulders.
The brunette relaxed in his arms, she for a moment became ashamed of her behavior. How could she think about him like that, a taste of bitterness appeared in her throat, and her eyes stung at her ugly, dark, thoughts. She quickly brushed them aside, blinking, as if chasing away the smoke that got into her eyes. Again burying her face in her husband's strong chest, she covered her golden eyes, listening to the evenly beating heart, only remotely feeling the warmth of his lips touching her hair and sometimes her ears.