Yamamoto exhaled slowly, his breath hot on her neck. It made Lisa’s skin shiver as she leaned over her work. “No,” he said softly, placing his strong hands on either side of hers on the desk. “That’s wrong. Do it again.”
She closed her eyes, exasperated. “Again? Seriously?”
Moist air clouded her jawline as he leaned even closer to her, and the chair creaked as he pushed it slightly forward as he bent over her. “Yes. Seriously,” he whispered, and his lips were almost touching the flesh of her earlobe; Lisa fought the urge to turn her head and suck them viciously between her own, instead turning back towards the paper in front of them. Her pencil hovered above it for a second as she hesitated, concentrating, and then she carefully completed the problem. She felt relief slide over her until his hands abruptly left her field of vision, and Lisa realized he was walking swiftly towards his own desk.
“Good work,” he said over his shoulder, shooting her a small smile before sitting down. Lisa poked her bottom lip out in a shameless pout, and he raised one eyebrow over an amber eye before returning to his own work. Smirking , she saw, and shook her head affectionately. The man was actually smirking at her disappointment.
She didn’t actually mind. In fact, she didn’t think she would ever get tired of the endless parade of mirthful expressions that now covered Yamamoto’s previously stoic face; to be honest, she only liked it better when he was... Provoked. Aroused.
In ecstasy, as he sometimes said. It’s not the moment it happens , he told her as he slid the silky washcloth over her body in the bath, kissing her throat between thoughts. It’s not then--when I finish. That’s practically inconsequential. Lisa twisted in the bath to look up at him, her face skeptical; as their bodies crashed into each other again, her soft breasts bouncing against his hard chest as the water sloshed over the edge of the tub, she’d watched his eyes begin to glow with the simmering heat she knew so well. They swept over her, from her crossed ankles where they dangled over the surface of the water, to her floating ass cheeks, to her disbelieving face as she looked into his. Yamamoto laughed at her expression, and she felt his arms coil around her, pulling her tight against him. It’s before , he’d whispered, and then his plush lips were against hers, his hands creeping lower along her spine . It’s when you’re coming that I ... His fingers teased over her ass, sliding along the soapy center towards her swelling lips. That’s when it’s best , Yamamoto whispered, gripping her suddenly and pulling her up so that she straddled him, her nipples hard and so close to his lips. His tongue shot out and teased them while his cock slipped inside of her body, making Lisa gasp. Your ecstasy is my ecstasy , he said, and when he moved within her, clasping her body in his wire tight embrace, she knew it was the truth.
Lisa Tyrell was in love.
That had been their first weekend together. The first time they’d spoken or seen each other outside of a professional capacity; the first time he’d made love to her... That’s not right , Lisa thought, frowning slightly as she pretended to continue working on the problems before her. At the time, she hadn’t been sure if that’s what he’d been doing--he’d just never been inside her before. But after making her shake with desire and exquisite pain, after making her beg him to come and to stop, she supposed Yamamoto really only ever made love to her, even if it wasn’t using traditional methods. So be it, she thought, remembering as she absently tapped the eraser of her pencil against the page. That weekend was the first time he’d fucked her.
Just a hint of the memory sent another shiver racing over her body. Her back arched involuntarily,
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