Page 95 of Raijin
Yet, right at this moment she felt better than her past self. Her past self-had been pathetically chasing after a man for scraps of love and now, right now she was being devoured by a devil’s gaze.
Taking his hand, she took a step into the pool, and let him lead her to deeper part of the onsen.
Raijin
He’d seen the worry in her eyes when she’d removed the towel. Raijin had thought immediately of a thousand ways to tell her she was perfect, from her rounded thighs, thick hips and the scars that proved she’d nurtured a child within.
Sabina was the opposite of what he’d known as a child. As he’d watched her playing with her daughter on the train, the two laughing and giggling. He’d grown more and more greedy, for them to be seen and heard only by him. He wanted to squirrel them away from everything that could possibly hurt them.
He’d had to council himself, from dragging Sabina to the bathroom where’d he’d roughly take her till she’d completely give up muting her cries of pleasure.
He wanted to tear inside her, and soak up every last drop of love within her.
Instead, he’d simply enjoyed the mother and daughter joy, he couldn’t lie to himself about it anymore, he loved her. The words though wouldn’t leave his mouth.
Raijin wanted to tell her, but there was still a chance that everything could go left.
To him, she was worth the punishment and shit that Tiller would put him through when he returned. Holding her hand, he watched her get into the water.
She didn’t know what she did to him. He was so hard it hurt, but he wanted her to at least enjoy the water for a time. So, he patiently led her to a place he knew was well hidden by the rocks that had been placed strategically around the pool.
“Where are you taking me?” She asked.
He didn’t answer, leading her to a bench where he sat. Pulling her close he pulled her hand to his mask, “Take it off.”
Her eyes widened, and he couldn’t help feeling amusement at her excitement at removing something that had been a part of him so long. “Are you sure? We aren’t alone in your apartment.”
“We weren’t in my apartment in the hallway.”
She offered a smile, “Your right.” Walking close, so that her breast bobbed at perfect eye level. He grasped them in his hands, cupping them. He pretended to not notice her sudden stillness.
“Continue,” he ordered.
She hesitated; he flicked a nail across her nipple that was already peaked from the cold. “The longer you take,” he whispered his hands squeezing and massaging her breast. “The longer before I get to feast on these beauties.”
She cursed, quickly going to work on the clips that kept his mask in place.
“There,” she exclaimed, taking his mask off, “I—.”
He didn’t let her finish, taking her lips. Drinking from her everything she wanted to say, everything she would say. He continued administrating his appreciation to the beautifully soft breast in his hands. She pushed her chest into his hands, as her tongue aggressively entered his mouth.
She moaned, the mask slipping out of her fingers.
Pulling back, he gritted his teeth; he was on the edge already. “Turn around.” He ordered gruffly.
She did, picking her up he settled her over his dick. He leaned forward, “are you okay?”
She gave short nod, “Hurry the fuck up.”
Laughing, he lowered her slowly onto his pulsing dick, both of them releasing a low moan. She grabbed his hand, her body trembling as he lowered her inch by delicious inch. She grasped him like a glove, the heat hotter than the Onsen they sat in. When she was fully seated he removed his hands and leaned back.
Catching on that he’d released her, she looked back at him. “Raijin?”
He smiled, placing his right hand on the curve of her hip he reached around and pressed his hand against her mound. “You’ll have to work for release.”
She cursed, facing forward. “Damn monster.”
Grinning and, letting his nails lengthen on his left hand, he grabbed her breast teasing the nipple with his claw. She moaned, and slowly began to move her hips.