Entranced, he keeps staring at her with a mild smile. Her skirt is pulled up. He has his hands on her t.h.i.g.hs. Keeping her eyes on him, she takes it out and squeezes it. He flinches, waking up from the captivation. She laughs in a low voice. "We are supposed to be quick."
He doesn't bother to stop her. She teases it by slapping it lightly before curling her fingers around it, moving up and down. He opens his mouth and tells her with a raspy voice, "I don't think that I can be quick if you keep smiling at me like this. Maybe we should control ourselves and do it at home."
He is well aware that she won't agree.
"Don't even think about it." She stops touching it and pouts. "Turning me on and stepping backward? Can you imagine what I will do to you next time? You know that I don't need you for o.r.g.a.s.ms. Get out then. I will come out after some time."
This woman! How could he leave if she says things like that? Besides, he can't leave with a hard-on.
"Are you threatening me?" He pretends to be angry. "You need me. You love it when I f.u.c.k you. Admit it. It's better than your fingers."
"Husband wastes time a lot." She smirks at him. "Husband is too moody and not daring enough."
"Not daring enough?" Pressing her against the wall, he lifts her Her legs coil around his waist with ease. He guides the erect member to her opening. She sighs when she feels his heated glory pushing into her canal. He murmurs in her ear, taunting her. "Happy?"
She responds by piercing her on the back of his neck. She holds onto him tightly when he enters her slowly, filling her. She closes her eyes and m.o.a.ns as her walls clench around his rod, making him groan.
"Kiyohira... Move..." She begs him when he doesn't move. "I can't..."
"Bear it?" It's his turn to torment her with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. "Say it. My d.i.c.k is better than your fingers."
"Kiyohira, don't be ridiculous." Flushed, she eyes him with grievances. "You are throbbing inside me right at this moment."
"Admit it or I won't move." He means it. Until the plane lands, they can stay like this. "I won't pull it out either."
"Yuta is waiting for us outside." She plays her old card. "Are you going to be this shameless?"
"Yes." He's shameless, but not as shameless as her. He has to level up in shamelessness. She keeps surprising him, even after all these years. "Say that my p.e.n.i.s is better than your fingers. Then, we will proceed. Even this husband has pride."
It's difficult to stay like this. He wants to move desperately, but it's a matter of pride now. He has to salvage the pride of her d.i.c.k.
"Pride?" Her c.h.e.s.t is moving up and down rapidly. She exhales and unclenches the walls of her v.a.g.i.n.a. He lets out a breath of relief.
Suddenly, she clenches it again, tighter. "I want to see how long you can keep that pride.
"Rie." Their bodies are glued together. He growls. "Just admit it. Why are you doing unnecessary things?"
"Where's the fun then?" She lets out an evil laugh. "You ate me like a beast in the past. Now, it's my turn. My v.a.g.i.n.a holds grudges against your d.i.c.k."
Didn't he f.u.c.k her until she was sore all over? She was certainly at a loss back then, even if she enjoyed it. He would f.u.c.k her until she had no strength left. He had no control over his libido at all.
"Wife." Kiyohira changes his tune. His voice is light and coaxing. "I was joking. I have no pride. I will move. Please stop it now."
"Will your d.i.c.k's pride start acting up again?" She raises her brow sharply. "Will my v.a.g.i.n.a get blackmailed again?"
"Never again." Kiyohira shakes his head. It's painful for his poor d.i.c.k. "My d.i.c.k knows its place. It is yours to command."
She loosens it and smiles brightly. "Good boy!"
He whispers to her at the throes of passion, "Take it all off."
She mewls like a cat, submitting to his command. She strips off her clothes one by one. Her gaze lingers over his clothes. Understanding, he takes them off one by one. She turns around and arches her h.i.p.s, waiting for him.
"Addicted to spanking?" He chuckles before grabbing her peaks from behind, making her cry out in sweet pain. He kneads them mercilessly, feeling her n.i.p.p.l.es getting harder. "My d.i.c.k has lost his pride, but not my hands."
"Kiyohira... so... stubborn... ah..." She shuts her eyes. He kisses the soft curve of her neck, s.u.c.k.i.n.g it and nibbling on it until it's purple. She rubs her butts against her c.o.c.k. He pinches her hard, before slapping her there. When he hears her m.o.a.n loudly again, he turns her around to face her. He takes her swollen hard n.i.p.p.l.e in his mouth and sucks it. He fondles her other b.r.e.a.s.t. She is craving for him, but he's delaying and frustrating her. So cruel.
"Fine, fine... your d.i.c.k is better than my fingers. Will you behave now?" She exclaims breathlessly.
Kiyohira smiles widely. He has won his d.i.c.k's pride back. He promises her, "Wife, you won't be able to walk once I am done with you."
He locks her mouth, muffling her m.o.a.ns as he rams into her without any restraint.