Akira Tong for Christmas (14 page)

He obliged, his long, tan legs slightly open and ready for me. I straddled him so that my pussy was at his mouth, his cock at my lips. He growled and latched hard fingers around my upper thighs and pulled my ass down to his face. I cried out when his tongue plunged deep inside me, loving the sensation of his nose pressed against me. I promptly devoured his cock as I wiggled and pumped my hips.

Akira’s wet finger probed into my ass. I gave a desperate grunt with his cock deep in my mouth. His hips bucked as his tongue circled my clit, making my pussy clench the other finger he used to fuck me noisily.

I stroked between his legs, filling my hand with his balls, lightly scraping the tight skin, making sure to tend the space just before his ass. His breath came harsh, and he nipped the junction at my butt and leg.

Okay, the end, I needed to fuck him. I turned and straddled his hips. His lips were wet and parted.

“Yes, fuck me, Sarah.” He grabbed my waist, helping.

I lifted up and plunged down onto his cock.

His head went back, and the veins in his neck stood out. The sight made me crazy with need to bring his climax. I gripped his chest with both hands and rode him fast and hard, bouncing on him, crying out in abandon at the pleasure. I hoped she was still there. Listening. Listening to me fuck him. I reached for my clit and rubbed. Akira held my hips and rocked my pussy on him as I played with myself and rubbed my nipples. I let my screams go. And Akira didn’t stop me. To hell with the world and all its consequences.

Only Akira and I mattered now. “Yes, yes, fuck me!” I cried, shameless and wanton.

Akira rolled me onto my back. He placed my legs on his shoulders and pounded into me until my cries were loud enough to wake the entire hotel. I rubbed my clit rapidly, watching how beautiful he was when taking me so ruthlessly. “Akira, like that, yes!”

He growled and moved my legs so that he could reach my tits. His teeth grazed them as they bounced, and ecstasy transformed me into squirming, writhing limbs.

Akira ate up my cries like they were food for the gods, and then it was his turn. He came with a strained roar.

I pulled his mouth to mine and tasted the intense orgasm avalanching through him. Now the world knew. He was mine, and I was his. And I’d never been more relieved. I didn’t care who his family ruined.

Surely they didn’t have that kind of power. Not here. Or at least not all the way in Mississippi. Besides that, Anna would’ve wanted this. For me. Job or no job.
“Real love comes only once in a lifetime. And
when it comes, don’t let anything stand in your way.”
Those were her wise words to her little sister once. And hell yes, I was heeding them.

When he lay on me, breathing through the aftermath, I stroked his silky hair. “I love you, Akira. I love you. I love you.”

He gripped me tight and wrapped his limbs around me.

“I’m sorry I did that, but I couldn’t stand it. They hurt you. I know they did. I’m so sorry, Akira. So sorry you had to endure those animals. I love you so much.”

He lifted his head and kissed me with a hunger that should have comforted me. But in the pit of my gut, fear was already knocking.

“I don’t care,” he said. “I have you. My heart tells me there was never anything else. And my heart doesn’t lie. You were always mine. I just had to find you.” He kissed me. “And I did. I’ll never let you go.”

God, I wanted so much to believe that.

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning, pounding on the door woke us up. Akira struggled to get his clothes on and hurried out. I waited, listening in the bed.

The Japanese began to fly. Sounded like the father, brother, and the fiancée. She was crying? Oh, please, what a whore! Five minutes later, the door slammed and then silence.

Wow. That was quick.

Akira finally came back into the room, and my heart lurched when I saw the smile on his face.

“What?” Dare I hope?

“He just disowned me.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, no. Why are you smiling?”

He shook his head, seeming surprised. “Because I never dreamed that would feel so…freeing.”

“But…he’s your father.”

He crawled onto the bed, his gaze on my mouth, seeming ready to change the subject to sex. He kissed me. “He’ll never really disown me. He’ll likely give my position to my brother. Which is fine by me.” He continued kissing me softly as he talked, then pushed me down on the bed with his body.

“But it’s…Christmas Eve and…”

He plunged his tongue into my mouth, and he bound my hands next to my head, making me forget how to talk, much less what in the world I was about to say.

He released one of my hands and placed himself at my entrance, pushing his hardness barely in, then pinned my wrist again.

I moaned as his lips and tongue made tender love to my mouth.

He stopped kissing me and watched my face as he buried himself in me. “Oh God!” I arched with the pleasure. “Yes!”

He sucked my neck as he moved in and out in long, smooth strokes, hitting that spot inside me so perfectly, making me dizzy.

He nipped along my jaw, then chin, grunting more with every thrust. Soon his tongue danced with mine as he held me down and fucked me faster and harder. I cried out in his mouth as his orgasm rose and made him into that man undone. He never took his mouth from mine, even when I screamed from his vigorous pounding. His groans and hot breath reached into my throat. His grip on my wrists tightened. His head fell back, and he became that Asian god—the cords of his neck, the muscles in his chest, straining beautifully with a pleasure that seemed to devastate him.

Before he was entirely finished, his lips were on mine again. By the passion in his kiss, he wasn’t done. He slid his hands over my arms and kissed his way down my body, his fingers burning a trail over every inch he touched. Between my legs, he sucked my clit with the same possessive urgency. Both hands kneaded my breasts before his fingers rolled my tight nipples, creating a triangular hot circuit between my tits and clit.

“Jesus, Akira.” I grabbed his head and moved my pussy all over, round and round on his mouth. I didn’t even notice that he’d slipped his finger inside me till he flicked it rapidly over my sweet spot. It sent me into oblivion. Ten more seconds of wiggling on his mouth, and I pulled at his silky hair.

Akira’s groans intensified, as did his flicks deep inside, his mouth forming an inescapable suction over my clit, his tongue stroking my bud like lightning. The convulsions that swept through my body drew out a long cry of ecstasy. I might’ve been embarrassed at how I sounded like a teakettle getting louder as the heat turned up, but it felt too amazing to care.

When there was nothing left but the whimpering, Akira tenderly lapped and kissed the remaining tingle with his lips and tongue before pushing my legs closed against his head.

He finally lifted his gaze, and I laughed. “I messed up your hair.” He grinned and kissed my inner thigh. “You nearly pulled it out too.” His tone was proud, which was adorable.

“You just…bring out the animal in me.”

He began nipping the skin on the inside of my thigh until I giggled and squeezed his head with my legs, thinking how wonderful it was going to be, waking up to this…for the rest of my life. God, I hoped so.

* * * *

“Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.”

I purred and stretched and grinned at seeing Akira’s smiling face hovering over mine.

“I have a surprise for you. Get up. But you have to close your eyes.” I giggled with an ear-to-ear grin. “What did you do?”

He raised his brows secretively. “You’ll see.”

I got up and searched for a robe. “Don’t dress, please.” He helped me up and then got behind me and put a hand over my eyes. “No peeking. Promise me.”

I laughed, giddy with excitement. “I promise.”

He led me about ten steps and then whispered in my ear, “Open.”

“Why do I smell cinnamon?” I opened my eyes and gaped. “Ohhhh myyyy God!” I peered all around at the suite. “Akira!” It came out strangled as I marveled at the Christmas wonderland all around me!

Mouth remaining open, I dreamily followed the beautiful decorations through every room. When I made it to the living room with the wall of windows, I froze. A huge tree, decked with a million lights and icicles, and a million presents underneath. I spun to Akira and ran him over with a hug.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered in my ear.

As if I wouldn’t sob like a baby over such a thing!

He stroked my head. “Sweet Sarah, I love you. I love you,” he whispered, his other hand gliding tenderly over my back. “You’re such an angel.”

It was more than I could stand; he’d made all my dreams come true, him being the biggest dream come true of all. “I don’t need anything but you, Akira,” I squealed into his neck.

He kissed my ear over and over. “You deserve the world.”

I hugged him tighter, and his cock thickened against my belly. “Mmm, Aki.”

“Before I make love to you, I want you to open my present.”

I carved a trail with my nails down his back and ended on his perfect buns. “This is the best present ever.” I squeezed.

He smiled. “No. This one’s better.”

I snorted and shook my head. “Not possible.”

He guided me to the sofa. “Sit.”

I obeyed, sure I couldn’t smile any bigger while watching him walk to the tree and retrieve a medium-sized box. Oh wow, beautiful. He set the red-velvet-wrapped box with the huge gold velvet bow in my lap.

I admired it with a squeak, stroking it. “So pretty.” Then I opened it carefully and lifted the lid. I dug through glittery tissue, oohing over it. I found a huge ceramic nesting doll with the nativity scene beautifully painted on it. “Oh my goodness, Aki. That is
so beautiful
.” There was a scroll attached to the outside, and I gently pulled it off and unrolled it. It was adorable—had a wax seal and everything! In his beautiful handwriting, it said,
I love how you bow
. Tears came to my eyes. “I don’t know how to bow.” My voice strained.

I lifted the top half of the doll to reveal an angel doll with another little scroll attached the same way.

“Ohhh, how sweet!” I opened the scroll.
I love how you said my name wrong so many times
. More tears.

I opened the angel and whimpered over the egg painted with the shepherds in the field. I pulled off the little scroll on that one.
I love that you suffered humiliation for your sister.

“Akira,” I whispered, emotions about to explode my heart. I opened the shepherd egg and moaned my adoration. “The Redeemer of the World,” I whispered thickly, wiping the tears streaming. I fingered the picture and took the little scroll, bigger than the egg now, and unrolled it.

I want you forever.

My heart trembled as I opened the tiny egg. “Oh my God!” I looked to Akira, who was now on his knees before me. “Oh my God. Oh my God,” I whispered, watching him wide-eyed.

His face held that stormy gaze that made my heart want to launch for Jupiter. “Marry me, Sarah. Be all mine. Forever.”

I nodded and sobbed as he put the ring on my finger. Then I lunged at him, hugging him tight. He laughed and returned my hug just as eagerly.

A minute later, I could think of only one thing to make this more complete. “Make love to me, Aki,” I whispered in his ear.

He stood, cradled me in his arms, and carried me to the bed in my room. It was also decorated with lighted garland and candles glowing everywhere. So beautiful. “When did you do all this?” I barely whispered.

He answered me with a tender kiss. “I hired a very quiet crew last night.” I struggled to get the words out. “This is the best Christmas ever. Better than any I’ve ever dreamed of.”

Akira laid me down on the bed and hovered over me just enough that his body pressed perfectly against mine, allowing me to feel him completely. I stroked along his back as he stared into my eyes in that silent speech that was too much for words. My heart was ready to burst. I held his face and gently kissed his lips over and over, loving their warm softness on mine. His thumb caressed my temple as we kissed this way.

I licked along his upper lip, and his tongue explored the underside of mine. His other hand slid down, barely touching the outer swell of my breast, then my side, hip, ending at my aching center. He continued to sensually stroke my tongue and lips, his fingers matching that exact rhythm, drawing out soft whimpers. He kept the kiss so intimate and sweet, but my mewling moans seemed to be undoing his perfect control, his breathing getting harder right in my mouth. He tormented me with meticulous circles of perfection on my clit. I opened my legs wider and thrust toward his hand.

Akira’s tongue and lips gained speed.

I panted, fighting to return every lick and suck. His finger sped up more. God, yes. My nails raked over his now trembling muscles, and he pumped his rock-hard cock against my thigh. He was so hot and wet on me.

“I need you inside me.”

He groaned and bit my lower lip, settling between my legs. I held his face and fought to nibble whatever came near my mouth as he slid his wet shaft up and down my slit. He moved the head over my clit rapidly.

Pleasure arced in my body, forcing my tits up.

“Tell me what you want.” His words warmed my mouth.

“Please.”

He pulled up and stared at me, waiting to hear.

“Make love to me, Aki.” I brought his lips to mine and drove my tongue into his mouth right as he drove his cock where I wanted it. I sucked a sharp breath. “Aki, yes!” He unleashed his desire on me. Gripping my jaw with one hand, he held me to his passionate kiss while driving his cock in and out in long, delicious strokes. Each vigorous thrust shoved me that much farther up the bed. I was delirious with pleasure, unable to do anything but let it have me. Akira’s desire became feral.

He lifted his upper body off me, knelt between my legs, and grabbed my hips. He bit his lower lip, then jerked me onto his cock.

I screamed and gripped the bedcovers.

His head fell back, and the muscles and veins standing out in his neck showed his restraint. His cock throbbed several times inside me, and then he brought his head forward, his face a violent storm of need. I opened my mouth, ready, knowing what that meant.