look into my eyes
unravel your mind
He was about to give it to her—all she'd asked and been waiting for—making Reiya feel as though she was about to jump from a high, high cliff. Higher than the one she'd just taken the leap from just moments ago.
But there was no fear, no familiar stamp of unease. There was only the insatiable pull of a promised euphoria, calling her to a depth of new highs.
She smiled with eyes full of sensual warmth and drew her hands over Mikey's, sliding the pads of her fingers above the warm jut of his knuckles.
"However you like," she gave softly. "I'm yours."
Recognition warmed the piercing darkness of her boyfriend's eyes. Mikey took her up in his arms and molded his smile to hers in a whirlwind of tender urgency. I'll make you feel good, he seemed to promise, his fingers wickedly confident as they worked to unhook her bra. "I'll touch you here first," he brushed against her mouth.
In response Reiya sought more of his lips, his taste, shivering with a little gasp as she felt the loosening grip of her sheer-white brassiere, Mikey rewarding her with a deeply savoring kiss before pulling away to watch the rest of it fall.
He breathed out a curse and Reiya fought from trembling too hard as he pulled her bra off and away from her completely...slowly...before he reached up to palm each of the heavy globes, her arms shaking lightly by her sides as she held herself up like an offering. All his for the taking.
Mikey added more pressure, plumped them up some more. Murmuring, "So pretty, my Cherry-chan..." as he smoothed his thumb over one rose-brown peak like it was the finest objet d'art he had ever seen. He delved into her naked chest, cooing sighs of praise and elation as he nuzzled kisses along the misty-pink curves.
"I've always wanted to do this," he mumbled in between, the echo of it on her skin vibrating through her blood and bones with the imprint of his lips. His mouth slid up her left mound and, upon reaching the throbbing peak, made it wet with a slow touch of his tongue.
It stole Reiya's breath away, made her arch and gather him closer. Mikey did it again and again and again while his inquisitive fingers began tweaking with the other, each languid lick turning heavier each time in the wake of her restless quivers, the quiet tangle of sighs and moans in her throat.
Then, without warning, he brought the glistening nub inside the voracious heat of his mouth, dragging her muted melodies out into the open with every silky stroke and tug of his lips and tongue, the burst of stimulation escalating higher and harder with every reverent pinch of his fingers.
"Mikey," Reiya moaned. And in her lust-drenched daze she didn't know what had drawn her boyfriend's infamous moniker to her lips, but that was what escaped.
His hooded eyes flew to hers, his eyebrows lifting just the tiniest bit. He had always been Mikey to everybody else but to her he was always just Jiro-kun, her Manjiro. It was a name Reiya rarely used since they got together but it felt just right—resonating with sumptuous tingles along her spine.
And saying it incited a new awareness, an invitation to give everything. Take everything.
Mikey's expression settled, the sunlight in his eyes flashing deep and dangerous. He gave the hardened bud in his mouth one last lazy spin before releasing it, a glinting line of drool connecting his tongue to the tip before it ultimately thinned apart. Licking his lip, Mikey splayed a hand around her waist and began tracking backwards towards the headboard, drawing her with him. Reaching it, he propped the pillows up and leaned back against them, making Reiya do the same but on his chest.
Anticipation began to roll over her once more, blossoming softly in sharp trills as he bunched her hair over her right shoulder and began mapping his hands all over her body. Going slowly from her thighs, her curves...the supple expanse of her stomach then up to her naked breasts...his palms hot and delectably rough on her skin.
His mouth hovered closely beside her reddening ear, one hand tracing down to rest right above her womb.
"Reiya," Mikey began, and she soaked up the word like it was a nutrient, the insistent throbbing in her sweetest place absorbing the rest in the same way. "I want everything with you, so I'll give you everything you want..."
His palms slid over her covered hips and he gave her floral shorts a tiny tug. Reiya slipped her own thumbs inside the short's ruffly waistband and together they pulled it down, every breath turning faint in restless wanting as they slid it up her ample thighs, her pressing knees, then finally down against the slender shape of her calves where Mikey took over, pulling it away with thinly veiled impatience to join her discarded bra somewhere off the bed.
A tremor passed over her as she saw how she only had her matching panties on, the realization sinking in as though she was waking up in the middle of a dream...that fleeting impression emerging between fantasy and reality...one she didn't want to ever wake up from.
Mikey's hands started to move all over her again, roaming all the way over her seamed thighs as if he was caught in a similar headspace. He brought his palms over the top of her knees, coaxing them open with small, leisurely strokes until her thighs began to part by their own accord.
And she let him pull them apart, let him spread her legs wide beside each of his. Her ears became filled with the force of her heartbeat, her entire body throbbing to the weight of her own pulse as she felt his hands hook around her underwear's lacy waistband, the back of his thumbs caressing her skin.
"Do you wanna keep this on?" came Mikey's silky murmur, and Reiya would've missed it if he wasn't so close. Her belly dipped sweetly at the question, at her careful, generous sailor. On another time she would gladly rid themselves of such barriers, but right now any more or any less and she would burst.
She managed a small nod and an even smaller "Mn."
"Okay," the blond murmured, and his hands resumed their passionate descent to the pliant valley between her thighs, his fingers slipping around her most intimate place to form a perfect diamond frame over the steamy moist spot on her white-lace panties.
Reiya went tight and boneless all at once. She couldn't seem to breathe fast enough, deep enough. Wanting, wanting—
Mikey slid his right middle finger down along her covered moist-warm slit—one touch—and she was instantly aflame. She tensed, inhaling in sudden bliss. His finger sank in between the intimate cleft, making his chest expand and grow deep behind her as he burrowed it further before pulling it back up.
The tip came away a little damp, the sight surging through them both and suddenly he was flushed tight all along her back, his body fever-hot and throbbing in two places against her own.
"You're so wet..." Mikey reveled, sounding like he had his eyes blown wide. "All for me?"
Reiya gave a stuttered nod, all of her senses distilled in the way she was caught in the rough-satin caresses of his hands and the release they promised.
She couldn't take it. No more. She brought her own restive fingers down atop his lean wrists. Her lips wobbling, her dilated eyes welling, and she laid her most fervent wish bare for only him to hear and grant.
"Yes. So, please...Manjiro—"
She turned her head to catch his eyes and froze with a shot of silken electricity. For all she could see there was desire—stark and pitch-black—the sun completely swallowed in a pool of unsatiated midnight.
It struck against her own greed. A darkening tenderness so acute it made her warm and hot all at once, going beyond mere carnal longing.
Reiya pressed into him, aching and damnably in love.
"Give me everything."
His eyes sparked with blazing impulses. Mikey dove down and she met him halfway to get his kiss, taking it to give him more, intent on making him feel the rapture he gave her.
And they hadn't even started yet.
But Mikey changed that with a purposeful drag of his hand inside her white-lace underwear. She felt it all in intense, pleasure-weighed layers...his mouth overpowering hers, the luscious suction on her tongue, the thick weight of his cock bumping against her tailbone and the hot imprint of his palm sliding against the shape of her sex...
He plied her open with a heavy caress, his wicked—knowing—fingers plowing through the slick fullness with exploratory strokes, a low groan erupting in his chest while a quiet moan reverberated in hers at the glory of her on his hand, his fingers, his possession. Doing this at the same time he released her tongue from his mouth, the tiny wet string of drool bridging his tongue to hers breaking apart in the accumulated steam of their quiet gasps.
His mouth went down to the side of her throat, caressing her there with his lips as he brought his finger closer inside her secret hollow, lingering around the edge, both of them looking down and relishing at the bulge of his hand inside her panties as he worked her, reclaimed her. Circling deeper, more. Until he was two inches in.
Reiya shivered and strained at the intrusion and Mikey stopped immediately, his lips burrowing quickly against her neck in a soothing kiss.
"Sorry, does it hurt?"
She gave a weak shake of her head and raised her hips in response, in supplication. Tilting her head back so she could murmur at his jaw.
"I'm fine. Keep going, please..."
And he did, immediately. Answering her invocation with the gracious dominance of a god, his finger going even deeper, gentle. The invasion relentless but desired.
"You feel so nice, Cherry-chan..." Mikey whispered against her hair. "So hot...All for me."
"Yes," Reiya whispered back in a silent sob, her eyes screwing shut at the sweet push of his excursion inside her, stopping only once he found what he was seemingly looking for; that tiny erogenous nub sitting in a place she couldn't quite reach (had been afraid to reach). She never went that far (had never even dared to).
But Mikey had no such inhibitions. Her breathing hitched and ebbed out into a pleasured sigh the moment he pressed on it, her fingers digging into his skin, the muscles in her thighs tightening and loosening nonstop as he stroked and rubbed there, her intimate walls doing the same around his finger—smarting sweetly, holding tight—pulsing with sensation at every supple drag and nudge. His pace strangely determined. Precise.
Reiya writhed in his arms and her eyes fluttered open, her small pants catching in a curious whimper. And hearing it, Mikey smiled against her with a decidedly wicked curve on his lips.
"I'm writing my name," he explained, his finger continuing on in its voluptuous patterns, the timbre of his rough-sweet voice the darkest it had ever been. "Man...ji...ro...Can you feel that?"
Every single stroke.
But Reiya had no words, her heart and exhalations rising in momentum to the pleasure he was literally etching into her.
Everything was suddenly so profound. How every touch and kiss and every single decision to be closer had brought them to this sunkissed moment. The pinnacle of which that she was made to pleasure him and to be pleasured by him—to be held and toyed and possessed by him.
Mikey dragged his finger out of her once he was finished, the saturated pad trailing upwards to the throbbing shape of her clit where he added another finger and began to rub small, wicked circles, the sensation opening her up to more pleasure, more heat.
"Do you like it here?" Mikey asked, a little breathless as he added a little more pressure to his gyrating touch, coating it more and more in her liquid want. "Do you want more?"
Reiya dipped her chin, whispered "Yes." with her bent legs shaking, her insides sinking in melting silk. "Yes, I—ah!"
His fingers went faster, the force tender and diabolical, matching the sudden sweep of his tongue along the sensitive shell of her left ear and the pull of his other hand on the pebbled tip of her left breast, prodding and kneading. She bucked into him, whimpering and trembling uncontrollably at his rapid familiarity of where to touch her, how to touch her. Where and how to make her feel the most, her vision growing hazy with the honey-peach colors of tenderness and lust.
"You're so pretty like this, Reiya," Mikey purred with his cheek rubbing slowly along her temple. "All shaky and out of breath in my hands..." He pressed a kiss on her left ear. "All mine."
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
She arched her back and held onto him, anywhere she could find purchase, her clutching hands eventually finding their way around his arms and her eyes went shut to absorb it all, her hips undulating forward to the slow but steady rise of her climax, her breaths turning choppy, shaky, needy and deep.
But then Mikey's hand paused, and the pressure stilled.
Confused, Reiya opened her eyes only to watch, deliriously entranced, as the hand on her breast plunged down to join the one below, the soft-thin material of her panties stretching taut across the width of his hands. It slipped further down, his strong, nimble fingers finding her through the hot-wet folds, and Mikey eased one inside, not giving her a moment to expect it, curling it up against the spongy bundle of nerves he had written his name on just moments ago.
Reiya flinched and she felt the hot curve of his smile descend on her shoulder as he stroked again, over and over, while the fingers on her swollen peak stirred to match its pace, her pants breaking into stuttered gasps and moans as the pressure returned with new intensity, coming in from both hands, all sides, inside and out.
"Jiro-kun—" she panted, her ears becoming deaf to anything else but her heart, their breaths, his voice, and the obscene, wet noises.
"Tell me, Cherry-chan... " Mikey droned, all husk and honey as he kept the rhythm steady, the warm gust of his words brushing her ear. "All of the times you thought of me, doing it alone...did you imagine it'd be just like this?"
She quivered, toes curling, head shaking, and all of a sudden Mikey's hands switched gears—the tempo amping, the fingers on her clit flicking and sweeping back and forth to match the maddening pulses of his finger inside of her—and she crumpled against him with a breathless cry, barely managing a coherent "Yes." out of her fervid mess of a brain when he teasingly asked, "Is this better?"
And Reiya could see it now, breathing it—the brink to the sweetest oblivion—her consciousness unraveling in the heat, in the light, her head straining hard against his shoulder with her trembling thighs twitching inwards, but the blond held them apart with a solid block of his forearms—not letting her squirm away, trapping her, chasing her—taking her there. The brink approaching faster than she anticipated, faster than she could ever hope to achieve on her own.
"I'm so glad..." Mikey buried his face in her mussed locks, nuzzling and sighing with his hips pitching hard against hers, overtaking her senses with the prominent swell of his erection.
And when he spoke again, slow and thick as if he was drunk with his mouth poised against her temple in a gentle kiss, it sent her over the edge along with just the perfect ply of his hands.
"Now I wanna see you come."
And she came undone, reaching for him, moaning his name as she cupped his head to hers with her left hand, her right clutching at his arm, her body writhing helplessly, her mouth gasping quietly, her belly fluctuating in wanton waves of pleasure surging higher, searing hotter. Overwhelming and unstoppable and it was beauty...
Lots of it.
The tension blooming in bursts of heat and layers of wet sensation...tearing her apart to fill her with the most exquisite relief...thoroughly built and broken and completed by him.
And Mikey would never forget it.
The way her body curved as she rode her high, her hand tender on his cheek, the other rough, the sultry sun bearing down on her beautiful skin, the way she clenched on his finger and gushed on his hands, the way she breathed his name like it was the only word to ever exist.
He anchored her with his hands, keeping her with him with tarrying strokes and a softer intensity, just enough to lengthen and magnify her release. He absorbed every shiver, every quiet moan, enjoying the way she twitched and panted in subsiding ecstasy and basking in the reality that this wasn't the end, no. That this pleasure...the way she was in his arms, on his hands, her sighs and moans an erotic melody meant only to be heard by him alone, the secrets of her that he had yet to explore...
It was simply the first of many. Many.
'I made her like this...' Mikey marveled. 'I did.'
He touched his mouth to her neck, tracing the slope down and thinking 'Mine, mine...' with every lingering kiss. He didn't remove his hands after reclaiming his finger, keeping them over her soaked sex as he basked and gloried at how drenched she and her panties were.
Reiya stirred slowly with a soft sigh and burrowed further into the warm cradle of his arms and chest, her thighs slumping together now that he was finally allowing them to. She rested her head alongside his, rubbing her temple slowly on his jaw like a sated cat.
But he wasn't done with her just yet.
Mikey pulled his right hand out of her underwear, smiling as he saw his wet and sticky fingers. He carefully brought it up with his right arm crossing her chest, and Reiya's breath stopped as he dipped his head forward to take them inside of his mouth.
He moaned at the taste of her...so uniquely feminine, so uniquely hers...saline and tangy-sweet, something he was sure he would crave for the years to come.
"Ah—Manjiro...!" Reiya cried out, lurching upright. Her hands pawing at his arm and eyes wide like she couldn't believe what he just did. "Y-you shouldn't have—!"
Mikey pouted, taking his fingers out with a tiny squelch. "Ehhh? But you did it to me. And this is where you're coming next time."
His girlfriend froze, her blushing skin flushing even deeper and she watched, dubious and mesmerized, as he gave the back of his fingers one last lick.
"W-what?" she asked in a tiny voice.
Knowing that she got it (but unable to resist from teasing her), Mikey pressed a finger on the tip of his tongue with his eyes narrowed in roguish delight.
"Right here," he said with a smirk. "On my tongue."
"T-that..." Reiya turned her back against him with her face in her hands, blushing and mumbling but he couldn't hear the rest of her muffled plight.
Mikey snickered and hauled her back in his arms, his snickers turning into a full laugh when she refused to show her face. So adorable, his Cherry-chan...getting all shy after everything he just did to her, her strands of fragrant midnight perfectly mussed all over him, her skin all warm and pink in the afterglow.
"You're so cute...that I'm always in trouble, do you know that?" he muttered huskily, breathing her in.
She finally dared to look at him, only for the two of them to hold still when she accidentally slid against him, both of them (more of her) suddenly conscious at how she so perfectly cushioned the prominent swell of his dick in between the generous swell of her ass.
"Oh," Reiya said, glancing down, and then her pretty lust-blown eyes went slowly up to his.
She smiled just as slow, the look in her eyes darkening like the sunset on the far horizon, and she leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek, the curve of her mouth turning playful as she held his face in her hands.
"Do you want me to take care of it?" she asked softly, stroking his jaw with her thumbs. "Kiss you lots?"
Mikey grinned in spite of himself, barely able to breathe with the force of his heart pumping all of the sun-warmed blood in his veins down south.
He chuckled. "Haha, Cherry-chan...you have the cutest way of asking to suck my—"
She kissed him, claiming his permission. And when she pulled away with twinkling eyes Mikey realized just how wrong he actually was.
She wasn't sated just yet.
"My turn," Reiya whispered, and for the next few moments there were no words, no obstructions. No other thought but her hands and lips and tender greed working him to a rapturous summit.
She held the tip captive in her mouth, sucking indulgently before massaging the slit with her tongue, marinating the whole head in her warming spit.
Mikey cursed, hands molding around her head as he shook and moaned. "Haaagh, fuck...! How are you so good at this..."
She was ruining him. His girl divine but dangerous at how fast she was getting to know him. And watching her through the filter of a carnal sun...Mikey realized that the dimple he so adored would show not only when she smiles, but of every time she'd suck his dick.
Lucky. He was so damn lucky.
And with that in mind Mikey came with sweet, sweet gratitude, breathing her name in moans and dark adulation. Giving her everything at the sight of her red cheeks and the glitter of tears in her sunlit eyes.
They lay afterwards, replete and half-naked, snuggling in each other's arms with Mikey happily reclaiming his place in Reiya's plush and naked chest, until her little brother came bursting into the house yelling for both him and his older sister, and knowing exactly where to find them.
"Oh no..." Reiya blanched. "He's early!" she squeaked and they both scrambled to put on some clothes. "He was supposed to be at Kousuke-kun's today. I thought he'd be out until at least 5:30!"
"Did you lock the door?" Mikey asked, pulling his pants on.
"No. Did you?" she asked back, finding her red snuggle hoodie first and deciding to wear that instead, turning frantic at the sound of her little brother's impending footsteps. "Oh, god...where's my shorts?"
Momentarily distracted by how she just wore what he just wore with nothing but her drenched panties on, Mikey couldn't respond right away and the doorknob rattled, the door flinging open to reveal Taito's imposing nine-year-old form.
"Nee-chan! Mikey-san! Look what I got let's eat!" he exclaimed, beaming wide with a take-out bag in one hand.
At first Mikey's smile was wry (he would've called the kid a cock block if they hadn't just finished), but then he strode right over with his usual grin before Taito could barge in, giving his girlfriend an extra moment to set herself back to rights.
"Sure thing, Tai-chin. What d'ya got there?"
Taito opened his mouth but clamped it shut as he caught sight of his sister, who was suspiciously teary and pink all over before turning on the older boy with an incriminating glare.
"Did you make my Nee-chan cry!?" he blistered.
"T-Taito!" Reiya shrieked, turning red all over again.
With a grin, Mikey shot his hands up in mock surrender. "A little bit," he admitted roguishly.
"What!" the boy spluttered.
"Race ya to the kitchen!" Mikey bade before bolting right out the door, but not without throwing his girl a wink.
Taito immediately followed, huffing loudly in his wake. "What're you even going to do in there, Mikey-san? You can't even cook to save your life!"
"That's mean, Tai-chin!"
The take-out turned out to be a container full of scrumptious Yakitori, each juicy strip slabbed in a lavish amount of sauce.
They decided to eat it outside, Reiya joining them with drinks not soon after wearing a fresh pair of clothes (Mikey earning a covert smack on the arm when he flashed her certain looks over Taito's head), the three of them sitting side by side on the backyard deck's stairs.
She sidled closer beside him once Taito went inside after eating to play some game, the waning sun—now a deep copper-gold—wrapping around her flawless silhouette like a lover's caressing touch, catching in her hair like molten fire, pitching shadows from her long lashes across her cheeks. She was so beautiful in her casual grace when not even an hour ago she'd been bathed in that same light, panting and moaning and crying for him.
Mikey stifled a shiver, holding his smoldering desires at bay (which was a hard thing to do now that he'd literally gotten a taste), knowing that patience would always reward him in the end. And it was closer now...his soul singing at the thought that he'd finally get what he'd always wanted, what they both wanted...very, very soon.
But as the seconds slipped into a moment of eternity, Mikey was suddenly caught in the profound understanding that this, too, was ecstasy. So simple it was quick to forget how it was a gift—from then and beyond—the simplicity of having her near and his.
Reiya tipped her smiling eyes up to his and it became even more profound. How she loved him, trusted him...given him her firsts and more...the knowledge unfurling all over his system like a drug, the purest form of heaven he would ever get.
"I don't think I have enough room for dinner now," she muttered with a soft laugh, her head resting on his shoulder with her hand entwining in his.
He rubbed his thumb over one of her callused fingers and replied, "Me neither. Emma's gonna harp why I ate so little and think I ate sweets again."
She giggled. "Send her my way. I'll tell her the Yakitori was too good to resist," she quipped.
"My hero," Mikey sighed, giving her hand a lasting squeeze before gently pulling her up with him as he stood up. He briefly let her hand go as he stretched before pulling her in again underneath the crook of his arm, and together they strolled around the house to the front gate.
"I'll pick you up after practice tomorrow," Mikey said once he mounted his Babu.
Reiya nodded. "I'll text you once it's over."
Their gazes held in a softly yearning clasp, the way it always did when they had to part ways. They both went in for one more kiss, turning two, then three, when he pulled her in by the waist and she curled her hands around his head.
"Tonight, if you get lonely..." Mikey started, smiling a little at the blooming heat in her eyes, hoarding his promise. "Just call, Cherry-chan. You have me."
She smiled, nodding once, letting him feel her happy little dimple with his lips, and Mikey left with her promise echoing sweetly everywhere she marked him hers. He could even hear it in the wind, in his heart, every time he'd close his eyes, her love the color of a ripe autumn sun, following him wherever he'd go...
"And you, me."