The rhythm of the smooth tune wafting from the stereo was picking up speed, the double bass and drums engaged in a slow duet, as if battling over the dominance of the last notes.
Misaki watched him strap her legs over his shoulders, pulling her lower body closer to him with his forearms.
When his mouth descended on her inner thighs to nibble on the skin there, she turned her cheek to press against the cold marble. She could feel the bass vibrating through it.
As Usui's mouth trailed wetly closer to its intended destination, she felt a pinch on her nipple. She gasped. He wanted her to look at him. To see her come undone by his attention.
She slid both her hands into his hair, squeezing it by handfuls to reciprocate the pain he had caused her. It only omitted a gutteral low growl from him, as his mouth started to pick at the outer folds of her core, slowly, subtly.
She tried to steady her breathing, not wanting to let him have an easy victory. Keeping his challenging gaze, her breasts heaved in her attempt to tame, domesticate the wild pleasure that was already beginning to smoulder.
Reading his mischievous grin in his eyes, as his lips were out of her field of vision, she knew that he knew very well of her struggle.
He pulled his head up to let his fingers lightly brush the folds where his mouth had been. She shuddered at the incredibly stimulating, yet deeply unsatisfying sensation.
"You're a devil", she whimpered as his index finger circled her clit for a second, before resuming to stroke her outer layers, casually leafing through her petals as if getting the feel of the texture of a rare rose.
He only smiled in response, knowing how much she hated the feeling of losing control to him. His mouth descended to the destination again and his tongue licked through the crevices his fondling fingers had exposed, opening her up.
Now feeling the steady pressure of his tongue and lips stimulating her core, she let herself drop down on her back, closing her eyes and outstretching her arms.
When his two, then three fingers started to pump along the ministrations of his mouth, she looked up at him. The sight, she knew, would haunt her wet dreams forever: his long fingers, now drenched with her essence, slipping in and out of her, his expert mouth driving her crazy.
He knows what he's doing, she thought suddenly, a pang of jealousy clouding her eyes.
He must have had plenty of practice.
His eyes, catching the change of expression, narrowed quizzically as he lifted his glistening mouth from her pussy.
"What is it?", as his fingers kept stirring her up.
"I was thinking how good at this you are". The pleasure rendered her unable to lie.
His face turned serious, guessing the punch line, before he grinned again.
"The first time I wanted to eat you up like this was when I saw you throw that boxing sandbag over your shoulder, remember?"
"What on earth are you talking about?", she moaned, her eyes fogging with pleasure as his thumb started to flick her clit in synch with the pumping of his hand.
He laughed at her puzzlement.
"Each time I witnessed displays of your strength and resolve, it always aroused me painfully", he said with a smile.
His head sank again, giving her centre a smacking kiss.
"Each time, I would imagine stripping you off and making you lose your mind by doing this..", he enclosed her clit in his mouth, sucking on it as his tongue assaulted it.
"God, you're such a pervert", her throaty hiss let him know she was close. He looked up at her sweaty, flushed body. Her back arched out, she seemed to be the materialization of his decade-long dreams. But not even in his most feverish dreams could he have imagined how beautiful and lustrous she looked now.
"It has always been about the power play for you", she whimpered through her moans, hips rocking against his hand, "about wanting to disarm me".
"That, but also," she could swear he was smiling into her pussy, "also, I've always loved you".
His words came out as the most obvious statement, yet the way his lips moved into her sensitive layers as he spoke them, the way his tongue slid up an inch into her, it all caused her to be pulled over the edge.
First giving a breathy moan, she cried out, her hands tightening into his hair. She could have screamed, but instead she tried to focus on the insanity that had unfolding inside her body. Her orgasm lasted for few minutes, but he did seem to be slowing down or backing off.
In fact even as her insides stopped clenching around his fingers, he continued.
She looked up at him with her wary, teary eyes. What was he doing?
He caught her eyes.
"Lay back Misaki, we're not done with you yet".
She knew it. He wanted to drive her crazy. But all she could do was lay back again, relishing in the feeling of his fingers exploring her insides. She watched his right arm flex with the deep, calculated movements.
Through the fog of the carnal pleasure, she recognized the song that had just started playing, it was Nat King Cole's Blame it on my Youth. Eyeing the blond mop buried between her legs, she concentrated on the velvety voice of the singer.
If you were on my mind all night and day/ Blame it on my youth
If I forgot to eat and sleep and pray/ Blame it on my youth
His fingers were getting ruthless, his mouth ravaging her.
The way Usui made love was so much like his personality, she thought, intense and fervent, yet sensual and irresistible.
"Don't stop!", she gasped, as she squeezed his shoulders with the back of her knees.
"Misaki", he breathed her name wetly onto her clit and she came undone.
This time she did not hold back, her cries echoing around the walls. She felt like she was at the eye of the tornado. The pleasure was so intense she felt like everything she had ever known, experienced before this moment had been fraud and unreal.
Her cries escalated as she felt an unfamiliar sensation building up in her core. She heard him hum in approval as she inadvertently let go of a small outburst of liquid. After she came down the incredible sensation, his fingers stilled down to a soothing rhythm, making squelching sounds in her drenched alcove.
Finally she let go of his hair and covered her face with both palms. She had never felt this way. Never done.. that. She felt both enlightened and ashamed, unable to look at him in the eye.
If I cried a little bit / When first I learned the truth
Don't blame it on my heart / Blame it on my youth
The lines resounded in the silent room. Still hiding her face, she could feel him stroking her stomach soothingly, leaving a trail of sweet kisses on her abdomen. Finally his hands crooked under her shoulderblades, lifting her up in the sitting position.
As soon as her hands fell from her face, he pecked her lips lightly, before removing his shirt to put it on her, masking her from the cold air.
She was suddenly distracted by the scars on his chest, reminders of the time when he saved her from public humiliation and jumped off a roof to retrieve a photo of her as a maid. Her hand traced the white snaring lines, before it was captured by his fingers, to be brought it to his lips.
Looking at her face searchingly, as if ascertaining that she was all right, he engulfed her in embrace. He held her like that, his arms around her protectively, as one hand stroked her head.
Comforted by his wordless affection, she quickly became aware of his state. He was breathing heavily and the bulge pressing between her thighs was steely hard.
Remembering their earlier conversation, she smiled slightly in his shoulder. It was her turn now.
She wriggled her bare lower body onto his erection. Smiling wider at the resulting sharp hiss from him, she scraped the skin on his side above the hem of his trousers.
He faced her, examining her face with darkened, expectant eyes.
She leaned in to place a soft open-mouthed kiss on his lips.
"Off", she murmured while tugging at his trousers.
He smiled devilishly, before lifting her from the counter, her legs encircling his torso.
"Let me take us somewhere more comfortable first", he said as he walked towards the couch.
Before he lowered her on the couch, she leaned her mouth to his ear.
"I want to be on top". A breathy whisper, meant to drive him wild. His hands holding her thighs squeezed in frustration.
He sat down still holding her in front of him. As he settled herself astride, she stood on her knees to unbutton his trousers, pulling it down with his boxers.
He watched her with a hardly-restrained patience glinting in his eyes.
He knows I want to take control, she thought as she straddled him again, and without any further ado, lowered herself onto his hard member.
"Wait, Misaki what..", he exhaled shakily as her warmth engulfed him unceremoniously. He grasped her by the hips, before swiftly removing the shirt over her head, needing to feel more of her skin.
She started moving, towering slightly over his face, as he watched her.
He grinned up at her in pure joy of the act.
"Back to the power play, are we?", he drawled and brought up one hand to her breast to pull it inside his mouth.
Miaki felt pleasure washing over her again, but tried to ignore it the best she could, as she had a different agenda on her hands. By the time she was finished she would have Takumi Usui sobbing at her feet.
Except he already had been close to being in that state, she thought ruefully, momentarily dismissing the game to capture his lips in a deep, eloquent kiss.
Having her lithe, athletic body move in erotic motions on top of him, having her heaving chest gently touching his, her tongue caressing his, all this was slowly making Usui lose his mind.
Breaking away from the kiss, he looked up at her with an upturned face, worshipping the woman of his dreams. He still could hardly wrap his mind around the events of the past two hours. He could not believe that he had tasted her like he always had wanted, that he had touched her, made her come.. Now she was clearly trying to put him over the edge, in a semi-playful attempt to claim back her control. But Usui knew that she loved her as much as he loved her. He had seen it in her reactions, when her subconscious had been peeled raw for him to see.
He was close, but he wanted her to climax again before he did. Looking at her knowing look, however, he knew this went against her plans.
She moved on top of him, alternating between shallow and deep movements, ramming her wet pussy on him. Her one hand came down to stroke the bottom of his shaft and he groaned helplessly. She was really going for it.
"Let go, Usui", she breathed into his ear, before biting down on the earlobe.
Feeling her pert nipples pressing against his chest, he could not resist anymore. His whole body tensed like a bowstring, before crying out her name, crushing her body against him.
Misaki had wanted to observe his demolition in victory, but wittnessing the sight made her body betray her and she followed him, her voice joining his.