She had kissed many men today. She had felt the different textures of lips against hers and had even enjoyed a few of them from a disinterested point of view. But none of them, none of those chaste, lip smacking, tongue shoving kisses compared to the kiss she was sharing with Tsuruga san.
The way his lips perfectly moulded with hers..
His tongue gently flicking along the contours after his teeth gently bit and sucked her bottom lip. And then slowly, coaxing her lips open before his tongue flooded her senses.
The other men had kissed her.
But Ren Tsuruga explored. He ravished. He loved. And he made her blood sing with the thrill of unleashed passions.
God, she loved his kisses. Almost as much as she loved this man! She groaned as she felt his hands pull her deeper into his embrace before gently caressing her ass. She should have been scandalized. She should have slapped away his wayward hands! And then she should definitely slap his handsome face for the smug grin that he would undoubtedly be sporting for her being so easy.
Instead, she wound her arms around his neck and pushed herself into his lap as she kissed him back. She smiled against his lips at the hiss of surprise that momentarily escaped his lips when she responded so ardently to his attentions. She was lost in a whirlpool of passion as she drowned in this man's soul searching, fuck me now, rough, tender and confusing as hell kisses.
Her breasts, her thighs, her butt and her lips- every inch of her was plastered to Ren Tsuruga's delicious body. Her body reveled in the bulge that prodded against her stomach and wantonly wrapped her legs around his waist just to have that part of his anatomy closer to a part of hers that was slowly but surely pulsing, throbbing with a raging need for fulfilment. She needed his mouth on her everywhere! His tongue, his lips, and even his hands- on every part of her.
After what felt like hours, they finally broke away, panting as they tried to catch their breaths and make sense of what the hell had happened. Kyoko's bikini bra was already undone, lying uselessly on the ground. She crossed her arms across her breasts, unwittingly plumping them up and giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the rosy pink nipples he'd had his mouth on minutes ago. Her lips were pouty and swollen from his kisses and her hair stuck out in ten different directions and her eyes had not lost that Sex Me Up glaze.
She was fucking gorgeous and she was his and he was hers. Not Fuwa's, not Yashiro's or God forbid any other man her fujoshi mind concocted up for him.
"If you fucking dare ask me if it was him I was imagining kissing," he growled, "expect a repeat performance of what happened on this bench now until I convince you there were no ghosts sharing what we had. I don't give a shit that we're on a bench in a public park!"
He pulled her closer, making her eyes widen at the feel of his arousal,still hard and thick, weeping to be inside her sweet pussy. "Feel what you do to me Kyoko. You, you and only you! I don't burn up for any woman like I do now. I love you Kyoko, please understand that. It's always, always been you!"
He loved her? Waaah..?
He pressed his lips against her collarbone reverently. She closed her eyes, her hands uselessly shielding her breasts from the eyes of a man who'd seen it all anyway. It felt so easy to pretend, to imagine that he was her lover. That he could love her like no other man. Because if her pulsing core was enough proof, she would never want another man the way she wanted the one she was currently straddling on a park bench.
The last thought almost had her scrambling away from him and reach for her bikini top. But then he looked up right into her eyes and she grew roots. His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes were shining with unshed tears. Tears she had to be responsible for right?
"Tsuruga san," she sounded so sorrowful, Ren felt his heart break. He didn't need this, her pity or her sympathy. He just wanted, needed her love. And as pathetic that made him, he also wanted to stay friends with her even though she didn't return his feelings. He was willing to watch her fall in love with another man even if killed him and yes he would be still willing to stay on as a friend just so he could live for those beautiful smiles that made him everything feel so right. He was a masochist to stubbornly stay in love with her but stay he would. Because there would never be another woman he could love half as intensely as this one.
Love sucked. Love hurt. Love tested. And love fuuucck!
He couldn't think. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak.
Because at some point of time, Kyoko had cradled his face in her arms and begun pressing soft feathery kisses on his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, each kiss punctuated with the words that had his heart pounding with their sheer impossibility and cruelty in making him hope. Again.
"I love you." She kissed his jaw. "I love you Ren Tsuruga." Another one on the right corner of his lips. "So much Ren, I can feel my heart burst." A gentle peck on the left corner. "Love you so, so much." Her voice broke into a sob as she surrendered, laid her soul bare for this man. What was the point in fighting her emotions now? She loved him. He said he loved her. And she dared to hope that he would not willingly hurt her..? If he left her, she would be shattered, but now, she was happy to have a taste of the beautiful emotions that held her captive. Emotions that had her pressing her lips willingly against Ren's, kissing him with all the ardor she could not express in words and feeling happiness explode as he kissed her back.
Her touch was hesitant, lightly probing as though ready to shoot back if he rejected her. But how could he reject her kisses? They fired him up like a drug and it was all he could do to not push her back against the bench and heat things up further. She loved him! She loved him!
When she broke the kiss he held her close, hugging her tight, unable to let her go. They stayed that way for a while, loving the feel of each other and appreciating the fountain of emotions- that they were sure were now requited.
They landed on his bed in a tangle of limbs and hands, giggling awkwardly as they kissed each other with fervour. Ren couldn't stop kissing her. His lips felt like a magnet drawn to every dent, every dimple, every inch of her perfect skin and he simply could not get enough of her.
He was in love with the sounds she made every time he kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips over and over . Those sexy whimpering sounds and moans that turned into a hiss of anticipation as he went lower to her breasts, nipping and suckling them hungrily while his hands gently explored her soft folds that were dripping wet. She'd gone wild under him, dragging her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer to her breasts. He reluctantly pulled away from her breasts and took her lips without gentleness, ravaging them with a hunger to match her own as she kissed him back boldly, teasing his tongue in ways she now knew drove him wild.
Spreading her legs, he entered her in a single thrust, a loud moan escaping his lips as the hot walls of her pussy clenched him in their seductive grip. She arched her back and cried for more, slowly moving her hips, urging him to drive in deeper, harder, faster..
Ren braced himself over her, trying to catch his breath as he felt the last tremors of her orgasm pulse around his dick. It was always so good with her. Sex, fucking, making love, whatever one called it- it was always so beautiful. Rolling on to his back, he pulled her with him into his arms as she rested her head right under his chin- her favorite spot. "Tell me a story, Kuon." Her voice was husky, a seductive purr that never failed to arouse him. Including now, seconds after his orgasm. They had been together after year now and his sweet, innocent Kyoko had turned into sweet innocent Kyoko in public and seductive siren in his bedroom. He loved that he was the only one who got to see this side of her.
"Ren..", she whispered, stroking his jaw. He chuckled and began the retelling of a story he had told her many many times now.
"You want to hear a fairy tale?", he asked her with a smile. She nodded eagerly.
"It all started years ago, by a river in a forest in Kyoto. A young girl in pigtails met a fairy whom she called Corn..."
