Chapter 13 – Day 3
Kuon woke up but didn't move. He could tell it was bright out but didn't open his eyes to look at the clock. He took a deep breath and could smell her. He smiled as he felt the weight of her head on his arm. He turned his head towards her and slowly opened his eyes. Before him was a head full of messy orange hair and a smooth back. Kyoko was sleeping on her stomach; her right hand barely touching his hip, the left was bent up and holding his forearm.
It wasn't a dream. Kuon could see her back rise faintly from her breathing, the air tickling the skin on his arm. As carefully as he could, he tried to move to his side without moving the arm that was under her. It didn't work though as she awoke. She picked up her head, and he moved his arm so he could lie on his side towards her. She shifted her body, bringing her arms under her chest and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and she smiled softly at him.
"Good morning," he greeted her softly. He brought his left hand and brushed a lock of hair back from her eyes. He smiled down at his angel and caressed the side of her face.
"It's probably closer to afternoon." Kyoko lifted herself off the bed to look over Kuon's shoulder. The alarm clock flashed 11:45. She nodded. He was watching her, not saying anything but looking at her so she stared back. His arm was still there waiting to be her pillow again, his left hand moved down and rested on her back, his head resting on his pillow with a little smile on his lips.
Kyoko shuffled closer to him and leaned down to kiss him. He took in a deep breath, taking in her scent as her lips met his. He slid down a little, bending his right arm up placing his hand in her hair. Her lips worked his, and he pulled her half way on top of him with this left arm. Her hands took in his bed warm skin, gliding around his chest and abs. He moaned as she curled her leg around his. He slipped his hand down her back and under the sheet covering her, his fingers wrapped around her bottom and squeezed.
"AH!" That was not a sound of pleasure but pain. Kuon released her in a microsecond.
"What's wrong," his voice matching his worried face. She blushed but frowned at him.
"Hmm, I think I'm bruised. I didn't treat myself like I usually do after a rave scene," Kyoko confessed making Kuon confused. He pulled himself half way up, his elbow and forearm still on the bed. He removed the sheet from her body, and Kyoko moved to her stomach again. There was a decent sized bruise on her right cheek and a few smaller ones decorating her thighs.
"Is this from me?" Kuon asked unbelievably, but she shook her head.
"After the first kill scene, my skin was red from the guy being too aggressive, and I was worried it would leave a mark. The make-up artist gave me some tips to try preventing it. After each rave, I would ice it down and then put some cream on certain spots, and it worked well." She was lying down motionlessly as he was inspecting her, her fingers were playing with the little hairs of his arm as she spoke, "Last night made me worry though, I don't think the treatment would have helped anyway. The newest victim seemed angry, and he was turned on way before I came up to him. The others were a little gentler but not this guy. Not to mention we came back so late…" her voice drifted off.
Kuon was furious. He already hated that these random strangers got to grope her and usually it was mild petting. He admitted that last night was her skimpiest outfit but usually there was some sort of respect to the actors. Rarely did he have an actress grope him aggressively, and he was always able to shut them down quickly if they did.
"Don't be so angry, Kuon. It happens, right? Besides, tonight will be the last night, and I get to stab him," she smiled and kissed his rib, "and then you can run in and save me from him by chasing after me." Kyoko laughed at the idea of him saving the killer, and he couldn't help but smile. He frowned again as he gently let his fingers caress her bruised skin. She squirmed beside him.
"That tickles," she mumbled. He moved down and kissed each mark that marred her vulnerable skin. He sat near her feet, the back of her body perfect lying in front of him. Her head was resting on her forearms and her eyes were closed. He loved how much she trusted him, this young woman lying there naked and completely relaxed with a naked man behind her. How things have changed.
Kuon placed his hands on her small calves and worked his fingers up the back of her thighs. A small whimper left her lips as he moved back down. Rising to his hands and knees, he replaced his hand with his lips, kissing up each leg. His face reached the worse of her bruises, and he licked it, surprising her. Her body shook from laugher as he gently bit the other cheek.
He proceeded to kiss the small of her back, slowly crawling over her, kissing up her spine till he reached the back of her neck. She put her face down towards the bed as he kissed her neck. Kyoko moved her head, stretching her neck to give him more room to taste. He licked and nibbled her sensitive skin as her small whimpers filled his ears.
"Flip over," Kuon whispered in her ear, and she obliged. Sometimes Kyoko forgot how large he was, but as he loomed over her, she felt like a small animal trapped in the cage of his body. She ran her hand down his flesh from his shoulders, over his pecs and to his waist. He lowered himself down bending his elbows till his mouth continued his ministrations on her neck again. She loved his mouth on her. It sent such wild pulses through her body, making her grow hot and wet.
Each pulse, each shock he created in her body made her fingertips tingle, her nipples hard as they were lightly being teased against his chest. This man's body, every centimeter seemed to please her, and she wondered if he knew. Her hands clutched into his hair and shoulder when he sucked in her breast. She threw back her head as his tongue circled her nipple, then his teeth lightly grazed it forcing a sigh from her mouth. He pulled away and placed a hand on her inner thigh. Kyoko spread her legs and one knee moved between them and then the other.
She felt him sit up after he kissed her stomach and lastly licked around her belly button. She watched him as he moved his knees to either side of her hips, he was long and hard between her legs, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
His hand ran down her inner thighs, and she cried out when his thumb touched her clit. She clutched the sheets as Kuon moved his wonderful fingers around her delicate folds. Her hips thrust against him as he slipped his fingers inside of her. She rocked her hips as he moved within her. Her arms flew above her, grasping the frame of the bed. She pushed against it, getting herself to move against him, trying to force his fingers in further.
Kuon watched her move with his fingers. Her body stretched out as she flung her arms back. His arousal felt painful as she moved her body, moving up and down on the bed, the dark tips of her nipples teasing asking to be tasted again, the expanse of her firm stomach and her thighs wrapping around his. He felt her clench and her juices flooded his fingers.
Picking her hips up, he leaned forward and thrust himself inside. He moaned as he felt her take him, tight and hot. Missionary would be awkward so he didn't lie on top of her, but he leaned forward till his right hand held hers on the bed frame. His left stayed at her hip, but Kyoko took some of the weight in her legs where she matched his fluid movements easily.
The tips of her breast were hypnotic underneath him, bouncing vigorously as he ground his body into hers. The cricking of the bed melded with the pants coming from both of them filling the room. Soon after she screamed out and convulsed around him. He released her hand from the frame and placing it back on her hip. Kuon didn't slow down or stop as she climaxed around him.
Every thrust made her whimper, she took the pillow next to her and was biting into it. She couldn't think or move. She was a large mass of nerves as he filled her up repeatedly. She felt the warmth gather around her again and her breathing became erratic.
He was close, but her breathing hitched again. Taking his left hand, Kuon slipped it between her legs and rubbed her clit again. Kyoko cried out letting go of the pillow and her whimpers became loud moans. Thrusting hard against her he shattered, releasing his seed inside of her. He continued to rub her nub until she shuddered uncontrollably. She felt weak, spent, as he withdrew and crawled up next to her.
"Is it going to be like this all the time?" She spoke breathlessly. He nuzzled her shoulder and kissed a drop of sweat running down her cheek.
"If I have my way, yes," he confirmed with a wicked smile. She smiled and chuckled a little. A few moments past, Kyoko was letting the air dry her skin and her body calm down from its high all the while she could feel his eyes on her.
"Move in with me," Kuon said suddenly. She opened her eyes and blinked at him. She stayed silent for a few moments wondering if she heard him right.
"How? What about the press? What will the president say? You have to think of your career. You will probably take a hit if you announce having a girlfriend," Kyoko spoke her thoughts and worries out loud. The idea of it seem ludicrous. He whined and pulled her toward him.
"I want to see you every moment I can. I want to wake up to you every morning and end every day with you in my arms. Please, Kyoko. We can make it work. The building is top security. We can make it look like you live in the same building if the president doesn't like it."
"And Yashiro-san?" She asked with smiled, and he laughed.
"I think he will be our top supporter. He will cover up our relationship easily. He can cover up the pyramids if he had to," Kuon assured her. She sucked in her lower lip, thinking. She looked at him, sweat drying on his perfect body. Their eyes met as he waited for an answer, his eyes were worried, scared and still though all of his doubts about his question, she saw how much he loved her.
Kyoko nodded. He smiled brightly and kissed her fiercely, hugging her tightly, and pulled her on top of him. His hands ran up and down her body as he started kissing her jaw, down to her neck and shoulders. She felt him growing hard again and pulled back.
"Can we eat before you get carried away again?" He pretended to frown but his eyes were sparkling with happiness. He kissed her again deeply, his tongue probing her mouth erotically, and he rolled her over to edge of the bed. He rolled off the bed, the muscles of his body making it look easy and elegant. He then lifted her up off the bed, into the air and back into his arms.
"You want to go out or stay in?" He asked as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. There was plenty of food still in the kitchen.
"I'll cook," Kyoko stated. He nodded and put her down. They walked out of the room and put some clothes on. He simply put on a pair of his pajama pants, and she grabbed another one of his shirts. They would need to clean up before they left so they didn't want to completely get dressed.
Kuon watched as she made hiyashi chuka. He sat on one of the stools next to the counter where she chopped veggies. Every now and again she would take a piece of food and eat it or feed him. She served it on a single plate, and they ate together.
"Want to try out the hot spring?" He was helping her clean up, his voice deep and full of suggestions. Kyoko blushed and her hand slipped. She dropped a bowl making the water splash all over the front of the white button up shirt she was wearing.
Kuon growled as the shirt plastered itself against her naked body. Her nipples were dark and grew hard as the cold wet material soaked through. She didn't notice and was cleaning up the water on the counter with a towel. As she moved her arm trying to gather the water, her breasts moved with the shirt teasing him.
Kyoko yelped as he picked her up unexpectedly sitting her on the counter. His mouth was on her breast, sucking through the shirt making her groan. The water on the counter was soaking the part of the shirt she sat on. He cupped her breast, forcing her nipple further into his mouth. Event through the material she could feel his tongue flick her nipple making her squirm. Her hands were on his shoulders as he assaulted her breast, then he moved on to the other. This tongue teased her left while his thumb continued tantalizing the right.
He started to unbutton the shirt and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and his fingers danced down her back as she stroked his hard shaft through his cotton pants. He wasn't wearing underwear so he was nude when she untied the string and let them fall to the floor. He pulled her towards him and sunk his aching shaft into hers.
She clung onto him as he pumped inside of her, feeling their skin rubbing completely against his for the first time. His hand held her against the counter as he came. He was breathing hard against her shoulder when she let a giggle slip from her mouth. He looked at her curiously.
"This is the first time I didn't come," she said with a laugh. He blushed and slumped against her. He picked her up princess style and stepped out of the ring that were his pants.
"I'll make up for that," he promised. Her eyes widened at the threat.
"No! We are more than even. I was just joking, I swear!" Kyoko cried out in a flush. Kuon ignored her and carried her outside to the hot spring. There was a breeze in the air today so when it touched her wet skin, it covered her in goose bumps.
The hot spring was beautiful with natural and unnatural rock formations. Lory redecorated some of the areas so people could lie back in the water. There were places in the water where up to six people could sit comfortably. It was fully equipped with the nozzles to clean up and a small outdoor cabinet for towels.
He set her down on her feet and proceeded to sit down behind a small stool. Kuon patted the stool in front of him, asking her to sit. Padding over, she sat down with her back to him. He spent the next 15 minutes washing her skin. Her body felt like clay being molded in his large hands. Once he rinsed her off, she turned around and took over.
Kyoko hasn't had the chance to really explore his body on her own. After the first time, he would be overcome with desire and took her before she had the chance, not that she wasn't eager for him to do so. She watched the water run down the curves of his muscle and down in between his legs. Seeing him soft for the first time, she smiled at how cute it looked, and then blushed when it twitched. Of course, he noticed her looking at him. He was watching her look at him.
She took the soap and took her time on his skin. Kuon let her do what she wanted and while he wanted to take her again, he was spent for a while. He turned around when she asked and hung his head as she washed and scratched his back. She stood up after rinsing him off and waited for him. He followed her into the spring, and they sat together in silence. Kyoko closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his chest. She turned her head to listen to his slow and steady heartbeat.
"Is this really mine?" She whispered softly. He looked down at her with her ear pressed against his chest over his heart.
"Yes," he whispered endearingly. "I love you, Kyoko. I have and always will."
Kyoko smiled warmly. Someone actually gave her their heart. Tears started to flood her eyes. After so long, with her mother then Shotaru, she found a moment of happiness when she was six with Corn. Twelve years later, he returns and brings that happiness back and promises to stay with her.
Kuon held her as she cried until the tears slowly came to a stop. Kyoko went to her knees between his legs, wrapped her arms around his neck and replaced her woes with the love from his kiss. He put his arm behind her thighs and stood up in effect picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked over to the edge of the spring and set her down. He was still soft, but he was going to make up for earlier. He unhooked her arms from around him and broke the kiss. She looked at him curiously, and he pushed her onto her back gently.
He kissed his way down her body, licking the water off her body. He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and placed them on his shoulders. Sinking into the water, he placed her curls to his face. He nuzzled the wet curls and gingerly licked her. Her hips twitched so he had to work her up. Slowly he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, careful not to directly hit her nub. Kuon licked down to her lips and sucked on them lightly then slipped his tongue inside of her.
She gasped and arched her back at the sensation. He withdrew and licked a long line up her slit making her moan and move against him. Taking her clit between his lips, he sucked lightly causing her to inhale sharply. The water was long gone and Kuon only tasted her sweet sex, the scent of it filling his lungs, the taste of it coating his tongue. He worked her clit alternating between licking and sucking.
Her hips started to move against him, and he pressed harder. Flicking the tip of his tongue repeatedly across her clit, she cried out. Her hand grabbed one of her breast and started playing with herself causing him to groan. He was going to have to have her play with herself while he watched one night. Kuon slipped his tongue inside of her again, and she jerked as he darted in and out of her. It was slow and gentle, teasing her and slowing down. He worked her up and let her fall back down, slowly sensually teasing her.
"Kuon, please," she begged. He focused on her excited bud, sucking, licking and nibbling lightly. She moaned and panted as she felt it coming.
"Aah," she cried as his tongue pressed flat against her clit and rubbed up and down quickly, pushing her over the edge. He dipped his head into the water, cleaning up and then took her into his arms and drew her back in the spring.
"Thank you," Kyoko whispered, and he smiled almost laughing.
"The pleasure was all mine, watching you writhe because of me." He nuzzled her hair, and she blushed.
They looked up and notice the sun was getting lower. Not quite dusk but it was coming fast. They got out of the spring and helped each other dry off. As Kyoko dried Kuon off she saw him stir. She smiled as she patted his legs with the towel and looked up at him. Grinning she darted in and gave his half soft shaft a quick lick. It was 3:45, and Yashiro would probably be coming in at 4.
"Don't tempt me. I think we can probably finish before Yashiro-san comes," Kuon threatened. She laughed, raising her hands up surrendering. She wrapped the towel around her and walked back into her room with Kuon following naked behind her. They finished dressing in proper attire just as they heard a knock at the door.
Ren left to answer the door as Kyoko dried and fixed her hair. She heard muted speech unable to understand what they were saying. When she finished she walked into the room with Ren and Yashiro-san at the table talking.
"Good Evening, Kyoko-chan, did you have a pleasant day?" Yashiro asked casually. She nodded and walked over to sit next to Ren. Yashiro eyebrow lifted inquisitively but didn't say anything, his eyes shifted down to the planner.
"Tonight's plan is supposed to be the final shoot. If everything goes well, and considering it is the two of you, it should, then we can wrap up the movie. Are you two ready?" Yashiro asked.
They looked down uncomfortably. They weren't looking forward to this scene, but it had to be done. No doubt they would have to do it a few times before the director was happy too. The whole movie was done about three times minimum, so he could get different angles on everything. It was one of his little quirks.
"Did you eat, Yashiro-san?" Kyoko asked wanting to change the subject. He nodded.
"Earlier. There will be a dinner break later on tonight since will probably be at it till midnight again if everything goes right." Yashiro watched them for a moment. Ren was calm and quiet as ever, but Kyoko seemed different. She was cheerier and livelier, but she couldn't look at him for long periods unless he was talking to her.
It was time to make their way to the shoot. They piled into the car and didn't speak much. They were thinking about the final scene, dreading it really. They arrived 15 minutes early and headed to make-up. As she walked to the tent, she noticed the jerk victim hanging out to the side. He grinned at her, and Kyoko looked away disgusted as she entered the tent.
She had to wear the same clothes, of course. They washed them but they quickly sprits her body down with water again since she had to look like she was dancing all night. Ten minutes after five, she emerged from the tent looking exactly like she did last night complete with the prop box cutter X-acto knife.
Of course Ren was already out in his same outfit, she didn't notice before but if you look carefully there was a prop gun at the small of his back. She walked over to where Ren and Yashiro-san were standing. She looked around and notice people wondering about. The set was mostly cleared up. They took down the rave lights and the DJ stage. The shack and all the portable equipment were of course still up, most of the crew were walking to and fro behind the shack where their scene will start. She looked up at Ren worried about tonight. He looked down at her and gave her a hint of his normal smile. Kyoko glanced down at his leg and notice it was a little tighter around his right thigh and she frowned. Her attention was disrupted at the sound of the director calling everyone in.
"This is it, the final scene of the movie and the last day of shooting. Masami and her victim will be at the hill. She will stab him, and Satome will rush in. The camera will follow the chase, and the final battle will ensue!" The director looked excited.
They were in positions by seven. The extra was trying not to stare at her this time, which Kyoko thought was odd but didn't question it. She instead closed her eyes and focused on her character.
"Action."
Masami smiled as the drunken fool ran his hands over her body. She hated the way they touched her, but she loved it when it got their blood pumping. It always made for a better show. She made the proper noises as he kissed her neck and groped her breast. Reaching back she pulled out the knife. She slowly pushed out the blade with him oblivious to her actions, and then she stabbed him, angling the blade up under his ribs. The idiot froze not understanding what was happening as a sharp pain shot through his drunken haze.
"UGH! What are you doing?" The young man groaned. Masami smiled as the blood came rushing over her hand.
Her mouth came to his ear, and she whispered seductively, "I'm loving you." She took out the blade and pulled back to strike again when she heard a voice.
"Freeze. Drop the knife down, put your hands on your head and lie down on the ground." Satome pulled his gun out and ran over as soon as he saw the blade. She was so quick he wasn't in time before she stabbed him.
Masami smiled and hid behind the man's body placing the blade against the man's neck. She was small and could hide behind most of her toys.
"Now, Kyou-kun, you don't want to shoot this poor man do you?" Masami cooed. Satome was walking closer trying to get in line of sight of the killer for a shot. "He is bleeding soo badly too," she jested and moved her hand to the wound, giving it a squeeze making the man yell out in pain.
"Why? Why do this?" He asked, stalling, trying to find a good place to shoot. She moved with him, turning the man around always hiding behind him. She shrugged even if he couldn't see it.
"Why not? I can give you lots of reasons. I was abused as a kid. I was raped. I was beaten. I was cheated on." She stopped for a moment. "What other cliché is there? What does it matter other than the fact that I did it, and I enjoyed it." Satome was about a yard away, and she shoved her toy at him. A shot rang out but missed, and she ran.
"Shit!" Satome cursed and shot at her again, but she ran behind the trees. He screamed into his radio ear piece.
"Target located at point E. Vic wounded, one stab wound to the abdomen. Target headed north. Pursuing." He heard Abe in his ear telling him to wait for back up, but he tore the ear piece off and ran after her.
The moon was half full and gave little light. He slowed and looked around the area, listening for any sound or movement, straining his eyes willing them to see her.
Masami watched him as he walked underneath her. She grinned and rethought her position on drugged up drunken men. She shifted her feet on the tree branch, knife twitching in her hand, getting ready to jump him. He turned around gun ready to point at anything that moved, and she jumped off. She landed on his back and brought him down with a grunt. She clung on to his back as he rolled trying to get her off. She laughed in his ear and gave it a long lick. He stood up, grabbing her hair and flipped her over him. She landed with a thud losing the knife, and he pointed the gun at her as she rolled over to her knees. There were tears in her eyes, the moon light making them glisten.
"Please. Don't," Masami cried with an innocent look on her face. "She made me do it. I can't control her anymore." Satome's eyes widened as he recognized her.
"Masami?" It was the waitress from the bar. His gun wavered as she crawled closer to him.
"I don't want to die. Help me, please," she pleaded. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. She looked frightened and hurt. He took a single step towards her, and his eyes caught movement and then a flash of something shinny. She found her knife and stabbed his right thigh.
His gun fired as he grunted from the pain, and she dropped dead with that sweet innocent look still on her face. Her hands covered in his blood. He heard footsteps coming up, a dozen of them, and he pulled the knife out, letting it fall to the ground as they all approached.
"Cut! That was perfect! Sado, you get all that?" He looked over at the camera, and the man behind it nodded. Kyoko sat up; her wig was matted with the fake blood.
They moved back to the camp, and the director watched the tape. After 20 minutes of his talking and rewinding, he wanted to re-shoot two parts: the part where they were talking before she ran and then the part where she jumped off the tree.
They did both of those twice before he was satisfied.
"That's a wrap folks!" Everyone cheered and celebrated a job well done over the dinners they brought. Kyoko, Ren and the extra were allowed to clean up and change out of their "bloody" clothes. As she entered the tent next to Ren's, she noticed him stealing glances at her.
The main lights were on, and it was only 10:30 when they finished. Everyone laughed and talked. Ren kept close to her as they ate, which was unusual for Ren. Almost everyone came over to them and congratulated them for such wonderful acting.
"You were so terrifying!"
"I couldn't believe that was you."
"You really looked like you enjoyed it"
Kyoko smiled and thanked the 7th person to say that or some variation of it to her. She really didn't know what to think of that. Happy that she pulled off such a horrendous performance or sad that everyone really thought she enjoyed it. By 11:30, they were allowed to leave.
After they left, Yashiro smiled and teased Kyoko, "So when can we expect the next horror movie from you?" Kyoko glared at him, and he looked away innocently. They dropped Yashiro off, as soon as the door shut and they drove off, Kuon took her hand and held it in his.
"Are you ok, Kuon?" Kyoko asked concerned. He didn't answer, simply squeezed her hand and drove faster towards the house. Once they arrived, he pulled her inside and kissed her, pushing her against the wall. It was almost violent, hard and savage. Kyoko whimpered as his tongue pierced into her mouth. She gasped for breath when he pulled away. He was kissing, sucking and licking her skin as he tore off her clothes.
"I hated that," Kuon mumbled against her skin. "It ripped my heart out, thinking that I actually killed you. You looked like yourself that was the worst part. Your sweet face was crying up at me, and I shot you. You were lying there lifeless," he spoke between kisses, his hands frantic on her body.
He growled as he found he couldn't undress and hold her at the same time. He picked her up, his hand under each thigh. She wrapped her legs around him, high on his torso. He carried her to the bed room and dropped her in the middle of the bed. She picked herself up, crawling towards him as he roughly undressed. Her body quivered in anticipation when she saw him long and hard eagerly wanting to be inside of her. She went up to her knees once he was within touching distance. He grabbed her shoulders and pressed her naked body against his. He bent down awkwardly and kissed her hungrily again. Her hands could only reach his waist or his arms.
His hand jumped to the juncture of her thighs and rubbed her clit. She was wet but not as wet as he preferred. She moved her hips against his hand, but he didn't want to wait. He turned her around so her back was to him. He was standing beside the bed, and she felt him crouch a little and move his arousal to press against hers. He moved his hips against her, making his shaft rub up and down her center, between her wet swollen lips. He was coated in her desire when he took his left hand and placed it over her mound. His right hand moved to her upper back, and he pushed her down has he held her hips against him.
Kyoko was on her hand and knees in front of him. Her knees where at the edge of the bed, and he kept her from falling off. He was still rubbing against her as he bent over her and kissed her shoulder, moving down her back licking and sucking at her skin. His right hand found her breast hanging down and teased them, molding them against his fingers making her groan. Finally, she felt him pull back and she screamed out in pleasure when he pressed into her.
He hit new spots, and Kyoko cried out as he worked himself inside of her. She heard him groan behind her and wanted to look at him. She opened her eyes instinctively and noticed that he had positioned them in front of the bathroom mirror. She blushed and looked down. He filled her up and started to move. She moaned as he pulled out so slowly.
She groaned as he rocked into her and looked up again. She opened her eyes and let herself look at them in front of the mirror. They looked smaller since they were so far away, but she saw everything. Her breast hung down, her nipples pointing to the bed. Her whole body bounced as his hips found their rhythm. Kuon looked like he was pain but the sounds coming from him were telling a different story. His face was red, sweat made his body shine as he thrust into her. She looked up at his face again and found them staring at the mirror as well. Blood found its way to her face, despite their actions, and Kyoko looked away. She felt him bend over her body, his right hand coming up her back and around her chin. He forced her head up back at the mirror. His thrusts became slow and provocative; it felt like he was reaching deeper inside of her.
"Look," his voice was close to her ear, "Look how beautiful you are, my Kyoko, my love." He kissed her back and let his hand fall back to cup her breast. His left hand curved around her waist and searched for her clit. She panted at each rock of his hips inside her. Her face was flushed red, with her skin glowing from sweat. She tried to watch the erotic scene in front of her, but he made it difficult. She watched him place a knee down on the edge and increase his speed. She moaned, her head dipping down as he circled her clit with his practiced fingers. His forehead was resting on her back, and she could feel desperate huffs against her skin. She heard the slaps of their skin as he slammed against her. She felt her body grow hot, and she looked up at the mirror again.
She watched and it turned her on even more, the muscles on his body flexing as he moved. The way her body moved when she received his thrusting hips. She felt her blood rush and passion overwhelmed her as she came. Her walls clamping down around him, she heard him groan and then felt him explode inside of her.
He pulled her up, hugging her to him tightly. His arms covered her breast, making an X on her chest, his hand clutching her shoulders. His cheek was resting on the top of her head, and she felt him slowly slipping out as he grew soft inside of her.