Page 97 of Secrets & Sake
Raiden’s eyes darken, arousal spicing his scent. “Sit up,” he commands.
“Oookay…” I’m not sure what he’s planning, but I’m here for it. I lift myself and sit on the rim of the tub. My cock bobs inches from his face. “Did you want to go to the bed, or—oh.” I groan as he leans in and wraps his mouth around me. He takes me in slow, big hands massaging my thighs. I don’t know what’s hotter, the hot water or his mouth, wrapped so perfectly around me that my eyes roll back and my mouth goes slack.
He bobs up and down, taking his time. It’s almost reverent the way he worships my body. It’s utter bliss. Sinking my fingers in his hair, I stroke his scalp when he flicks his tongue over my crown and traces the vein that runs the length of me. “That… that’s good, baby. Really good.”
The groan that rumbles up from his chest vibrates from the tip of my cock to my balls. Tightening his lips, he swallows me down and keeps me there for several heart-stopping seconds, like he enjoys this just as much as I do. When he pulls off, sucking me hard, I can’t hold back my cry. Pressing his lips to my hip, then to my lower belly, Raiden murmurs, “Back in the water. Turn around.”
Panting, I sink back into the tub and lean on the rim. When Raiden tugs on my hips, I push my ass back. Big hands squeeze my cheeks appreciatively, then a wet finger circles my hole and sinks inside. I gasp as he fills me, swirling his finger around and lighting up my nerve endings. I’m so hungry for him that I ache.
Grasping my cock, Raiden squeezes the head, then peppers kisses over my shoulders. The glide of his hot mouth, the crook of his finger inside me, has a hoarse, desperate sound escaping me. “Yes. Fuck. Give me more, just like that. Please.” My words come out in a breathless rush, hips flexing to push those talented fingers deeper into my body. Another finger slides inside me, stretching me wider, and all the while, Raiden lavishes the head of my cock with flicks of his thumb.
I could finish just like this, soon. Whimpers escape me, growing in urgency as Raiden takes me higher, closer. Then his fingers are gone, and he lets go of my cock. “What—” I begin, words slurred.
As I turn around, Raiden’s mouth finds mine, as in apology. “As nice as the bath is, I’d rather have you in my bed.”
Then his hands are beneath my ass, and he’s lifting me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, nuzzling my face into his neck. He carries me into the bedroom and holds on to me with one arm to grab his discarded robe, which he throws over the bed to protect the sheets.
Down we go, my back pressed into the feathery mattress, Raiden coming down on top of me. We kiss and kiss until my lips are sore and tingling, rocking our bodies against each other in search of friction. Everything is hot, and wet, and slippery, and so damn perfect.
I need him, think I’ll combust if he doesn’t take me now. “Baby,” I pant, “I’m ready. So ready.”
Finally, Raiden yanks his mouth from mine long enough to sit up. “Me, too. Gonna fucking bust if I don’t—fuck. Want you, too.”
Water runs in little rivers along the hills and valleys of his muscles, his hair slick and shiny, eyes black with lust. He’s utterly breathtaking, and he’s mine. He reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand.
Slick fingers slip inside me, making me whimper when he swirls them around, getting me ready for him. Pulling out, he grasps himself and strokes until he’s glistening. I lift my legs for him, panting with agitation as he scoots closer. When he pushes inside, the glide is so easy, so smooth, my eyes roll back.
Raiden lets out a huge sigh, eyes closing in shared bliss as he sinks inside. “Fuck, Sunshine. You feel so damn good.” He takes his time, filling me with every inch until finally, he’s seated completely inside me.
I’ll never get sick of the way he stretches me, how full he makes me feel, but it’s the way he looks when our bodies are one that always takes my breath away. Every wall he’s ever built comes down before my eyes, and I can see everything that I mean to him.
It doesn’t matter if he never says those three words to me. Words mean so little when he captures my mouth with his and kisses me like he’ll never get the chance to again, when we move together, and he gasps his pleasure against my lips, when his hands grab mine and hold on for life as he takes me, slow and deep, over and over again. Every kiss, gentle touch, every glide of his hips is a message in Morse code, and I’ve memorized it down to my bones.
“Love you,” I whisper into the crook of his neck. “I love you,” I whisper against the space between his brows. “I love you,” I whisper against the tip of his nose. “Love you. So much.” I gasp against his neck as my toes curl and I tighten around him. We ascend together, higher and higher until I’m crying out my release. He moves with me through it, chasing his own climax.
“Jinta,” he gasps between our lips, breath hot on my skin as he spills inside me. I wrap him in my arms as he collapses atop me, our bodies heaving, wet with sweat and our bath, limbs tangled and slack.
I cradle his head to my chest, peppering kisses over his shoulder. That was… perfect. If that’s as close as he can get to telling me how he really feels, then I’ll never need to hear him say it. It’s not necessary, not when he’s done such a good job tonight at showing me.
Raiden slips his arms beneath me and squeezes before he rolls off me so he’s not crushing me but stays close enough that our bodies can touch. I roll onto my side and seek out his hand. Our fingers brush and twist together, and Raiden holds them to his chest. His heart gallops against my hand, racing as fast as mine is. I notice then that he’s wearing the five-yen coin he gifted to me. The one I shoved back at him. My throat tightens at the painful memory.
“Raiden?” I’m almost afraid to ask. If he says no after all of this…
He hums questioningly.
“Could I—If you want…” Damn it, Jinta. Just say it. “Can I have your necklace back?”
Raiden’s eyes widen, and his breathing pauses.
“You don’t have to,” I add, heart sinking. “Maybe I haven’t earned it back, I don’t know. I’m going to keep making it up to you. So, whenever you’re ready, just let me know. I’d really like it back.”
“Why?” Raiden asks, his voice devoid of judgment or suspicion.
Why, indeed? I wet my lips. “Because, I guess when you gave it to me, it sort of felt like you were… I don’t know? Giving me a part of yourself. Your heart. Or something. So until you give it back, things won’t be mended between us.” Good god, I’m babbling. This is awful.
“It really meant that much to you?” Raiden sounds surprised. I know the necklace means a lot to him, even if his relationship with it is complicated.
I laugh. “Yes. Of course. It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”