Warnings: Smut, Erotica, Sex, riding, cream pie, massage, mating press, virginity loss
“...for just one night. Please.”
Those were the words out of Toshinori’s mouth as he stood at your door. It was midnight and the rain was coming down in droves, his hair dripping. In his desperate state of mind, he didn’t even bother to bring an umbrella.
It was difficult to see him like this: his face twisted with internal agony from a life of loneliness, of duty and always putting others above his own desires. His beautiful blue eyes were devoid of the passion and determination that typically sparked there, replaced with a sullen hollowness that wrenched the heart to see.
His mind was swirling with a maelstrom of emotions. Watching the world he worked so hard to build crumble before him. The crushing loneliness of a solitary life in a world he had given everything for and yet it still wasn’t enough. The gloomy darkness of this night was consuming him.
You weren’t surprised that he came to you, but you were touched. Always around each other, your feelings for him weren’t a secret – you just didn’t act on them. A life loving him from afar was better than a life without him.
As you usher him in out of the rain, his eyes flick to yours. The look in them is one of raw vulnerability, a shell of the man he once was. Slipping off his soaked-through jacket, you hand him a towel as he stands in your entry way, scattering fat droplets of rainwater over the hardwood flooring and into the satin robe wrapped tightly around you. A brief shiver runs through him, but it wasn’t from the cold. There is an electric tension from something deep and unspoken.
His movements were slow, crushed by the remnants of a life he once knew. Running the towel through his hair absentmindedly, your soft voice cut through the heavy tension in the air. He may be an aged man, but he was still new to intimacy.
“Are you sure? You want to forget everything for just one night… with me?”
He freezes, the towel against his neck as he stands there; a conflicted expression across his face. His mouth opens, then closes as he struggles to find the right words before he finally speaks in a hoarse whisper.
The look of heartache in his eye brings a physical pain to your chest. You love this man. Despite having dreamed of a moment like this, believing it would never happen, you wished it had been under better circumstances.
Grasping his large hand in yours, you guide him to your room. Standing at the end of your bed you help him remove his rain-soaked clothing, setting them aside to be placed in the dryer. There were no need for words, the silence between you was comfortable. He stops you when you reach for his belt, his large hands covering your own while his eyes search yours to reveal the complicated swirl of fear and longing behind them.
Wriggling free one hand from his, you cup his cheek with gentle affection.
“You have to get out of the wet clothes.”
He lets out a brief chuff of laughter before unbuckling his belt himself, prompting you to raise a brow, smirking at his response. It is only a few moments before he stands before you, naked and nervous; his vulnerability is palpable.
It amuses you when he straightens his posture, like he is trying to impress you. The scars across his body serve as quiet reminders of an extraordinary life tinged with sadness. With a slow hand, you pull the tie around your waist, letting it fall to the ground to reveal your bare form. His eyes widen slightly and for the briefest moment you see his carefully constructed facade waver to reveal a man who has been starved of intimacy his entire life.
You gesture towards the bed, instructing him to lay on his stomach. In his broken state of mind, he doesn’t question it and crawls onto the bed, his head cradled by a soft pillow. Climbing onto the bed with slow movements to straddle his bottom, he stiffens from the unexpected contact from your most intimate parts against him. As your hands move over his neck and shoulders in a firm but gentle manner, he begins to relax.
An involuntary groan escapes him when you begin to dutifully work to remove as much tension as possible from his back. Your body shifts, pressing against him with soft purpose, hands moving with purpose lower across his body. With a brief pause over his bottom, your fingers gently glide over him before kneading the area.
You can’t stop the smile spreading across your lips from the surprised grunts coming from him, finding yourself aroused by his sounds. He buries his face into the pillow in an attempt to hide the flush creeping across his face, twisted in both embarrassment and pleasure.
The groans being prompted by your hands continue as you travel down to his toes and back up again, finally ending where you began. Being extraordinarily gentle, you lean down to plant kisses over his neck and shoulders; your breasts pressed deliciously against his back. His body freezes at the unexpectedness of the feeling, uncertain how to respond.
Your hands slide down his sides, gently pushing him to his back as you give him room to move. Despite his apprehension, he rolls over without hesitation, blinking at you as you straddle him again. It would be impossible to miss the storm of emotions flooding him at this moment, his breaths causing his chest to rapidly rise and fall. His beautiful blue irises were eclipsed by his dilated pupils staring back at you.
You hold yourself over him, nipples barely touching his chest as you lean in to kiss him softly. Parting his lips, his tongue meets yours in a clumsy but earnest kiss that could quite possibly be his first. His hands come to rest around your waist with an air of possessiveness he has never before shown. Breaking the kiss, you tug on his lower lip before progressing down his jawline to his earlobe, nibbling along the way. As you leave little love bites down his neck you hear him groan quietly while arching his neck to give you better access, leaving him with a memory for tomorrow. Your hands massage down his sides while you pepper his chest and abdomen with feather-light kisses. Lowering yourself further down the bed, your eyes flick up to meet his as you feel movement from him – he has propped himself up on his elbows to watch you. There is both anticipation and nervousness in his gaze while you continue your descent.
A quiet whimper falls from his lips when you reach his pubic bone, a feeling of exposed vulnerability and excitement welling up inside of him. Meeting his eyes once again you smirk with an air of seduction, your breath ghosting over his erection.
“Please,” he breathes, his hips twitching slightly at the sensation.
A tongue flickers from between your lips to tentatively lick the pre -cum from the head of his cock, causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. The sound of his gasp is nothing short of glorious, his hands desperately grasping the sheets beneath him. You blow gently where you just licked, causing his cock to sway and bob deliciously before you completely envelope his cock in your warm, wet mouth. His back arches off the bed, hands finding their way to your hair.
Your mouth moves slowly at first and then more quickly, increasing the intensity of your suction while one of your hands carefully massages his sack.
He groans, a deep and guttural sound, his hips moving with shallow thrusts. You can see his chest move with his hard, quick breaths while his eyes continue to watch your every move. You have one goal and that’s to make him forget tonight; to overwhelm his senses with a pleasure he has never felt.
With a loud “pop,” your lips come off of his cock. Slowly you crawl up the bed, straddling his hips to allow your wet pussy to rub up and down his hard shaft. There is a look of awe on his face, hands holding you firmly over him as the sight of you hovering above him, flushed and wanting threatens to undo him completely.
“Toshi,” you breathe, desire written all over your face. You would do anything for this man. Lifting yourself to position him at your entrance, you gently lower yourself onto his innocent cock to envelope him tightly with your warm wetness.
“Ahh.. Fuck..” he whispers, completely mesmerized by the sight of your fluid motion, head thrown back in a pant and rotating your hips against him. You find yourself pleasantly surprised when he leans up to place subtle kisses along your neck. With his thumbs he circles your nipples, cupping your breasts.
“You feel.. so.. good,” he groans against you as his movements become more urgent. His eyes follow one of your hands that snakes between your own folds as you pleasure yourself. The sight prompts him to reach down, sliding his fingers between yours to join in the needy strokes against your clit.
“Let me help.” His voice is heavy with desire. Your own breathing becomes a ragged frenzy, moaning between panting gasps as he watches the raw intensity in your eyes and the way you tremble, tightening around his dick.
“That’s it,” he encourages softly, his fingers working beside your own to drive you closer to the edge. That was all it took for your pussy to clench around his virgin cock, loudly crying out for him. Your impaled cunt jerks involuntarily around his shaft.
Watching you come apart is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. The sound of his name spoken with so much desire is enough to bring about his own trembling release; his arms wrapped around you to pull you flush against him while burying his face in your neck as you throb around him, whimpering desperately through your climax
You grin at him, seeing him smirk in response as his breathing slowly returns to normal. You lean in to kiss him intimately, his hands now running through your hair. With his still hard cock buried inside of you, he breaks the kiss to whisper against you. You couldn’t help but be a bit impressed by his persisting erection.
“You know, I’ve never felt like this before. You make me want to stay inside of you forever.”
“My feelings for you are no secret. You can have me any time you want me.”
“I want to make love to you every day,” he admits before searching your eyes as he adds, “I want you to be mine.”
A true smile graced your lips as he uttered the words you had longed to hear for so long.
“My heart was already yours to begin with.”
You lifted yourself off of his still hard cock knowing the emptiness you felt within you would be fleeting. Wanting to see his desire and passion take control, you laid down and beckoned him between your legs, watching his lust-filled eyes taking in your spread form with an unyielding desire. His cock still slick from being within you, he positioned himself at your entrance.
“Ah, Ah, Ah. Stop and just feel the moment,” you instruct, having him lean forward to press his body intimately against you. Taking both hands and lacing the fingers with your own, you guide him to pin you with his hands on either side of your head. Leaning forward with a look of lust in your eyes, you playfully lick his lips with the tip of your tongue.
“You are driving me crazy,” he murmurs with desire and adoration.
“It’s called anticipation,” you tell him coyly. “Kiss me.”
Not one to disappoint, he leans down to give you a slow lingering kiss. You were a little impressed to feel his tongue part your lips, exploring your mouth with gentle flicks and swirls of his own. His lips slowly withdraw to nuzzle your neck, murmuring against your skin, “You’re making me lose my gentlemanly manners.”
“Good,” you chuckle, an impish grin spread across your face like the Cheshire cat. For the first time in his life, he is allowing himself to be driven by pure desire and you can’t deny how arousing it is.
You are taken over by lust as he places you into a mating press, his large hands pushing your thighs close to your head. His cock head bobs down between your pussy lips, causing you to hold your breath in anticipated euphoria.
“Please,” you beg, the sensual atmosphere of the moment making you lose any semblance of control. You gently push your hips into him, prompting him to growl when he sees his own milky fluid coating your inner thighs. Your eyes flutter a moment as he begins to drive your puffy lips apart again, breaths coming more shallow this time. You had waited years for this opportunity knowing it may never actually happen.
“Toshi,” the words are murmured breathlessly. “I-,” your sentence is replaced by your lips opening into an “O” shape as he begins to penetrate you in earnest. His name sounds so desperate and sweet from your lips. He can’t stop watching the sight of his head slipping out with a plop, then pushing forward again, his own seed mixed with your wetness being shoved back into you.
You lose yourself in the sensations, exposing your neck while your hands grasp tightly at the sheets. He leans down to suck and swirl one of your firm nipples in his mouth, continuing to pump himself deeper inside as your body is dominated by his.
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer when you tense and tilt back in pleasure beneath him. His breaths come in heavy huffs, watching you intently.
“Ohh!” you cry, his hips moving sensually against you in a steady rhythm. The enjoyment from seeing you lose control like this is evident on his face, coming in to swallow your moans with tender kisses while you tremble. His angle shifts to hit a deeper area, causing your eyes to widen.
“Is that good?” His voice is husky and strained with effort.
“Yes,” you breathe, brimming with soft sensual desire.
He watches your breasts bounce with each snap of his hip against your own.
“Spread your legs wider, baby,” he growls softly, watching as you follow his command. The action causes you to wrap around him tighter, another orgasm rising inside of you while his hips stutter at your body’s response.
“Kiss me while we cum together,” you tell him erotically.
His lips devour yours, tongues caressing each other as need and passion collide with each thrust. Your muscles convulse tightly around him, an intense orgasm crushing into you while your hips grind and jerk erratically. The movements cause his own release, filling you as he continues to keep his pace to ride out your orgasm with you in one of the most intense climaxes you have ever had.
Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you close to his chest, your body trembling in his arms with spent satisfaction. He plants a kiss to your neck, smiling against your skin.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice low and breathless from exertion.
“I have never been better.”
“Me either,” he admits with a chuckle. There is a contented satisfaction in his voice that he has never felt before.
With love in your eyes, you look at him with hope that this will change both of your lives.
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