Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Kimiko Miyashiro (2)
[Warning: The following section contains adult content intended for mature readers only. Hahaha]
Her lips crashed against mine with the raw hunger of someone who had been starved of touch for a decade.
My surprise lasted for exactly one microsecond.
I responded instantly. My hands dropped to her waist, gripping the soft fabric of her hoodie. I pulled her flush against my chest. Her mouth opened under mine, the taste of her intoxicating.
My enhanced senses dialed into the moment with excruciating clarity. I could feel the frantic beat of her heart against my sternum. I could feel the dense muscle of her back under my fingertips.
Without breaking the kiss, I reached out blindly with my left hand, my fingers brushing the dials of the stove.
Click.
Click.
I killed the gas. The sizzling of the chicken faded away.
I slid my hands down her waist, gripping the backs of her thighs. With a single motion fueled by my strength, I hoisted her into the air.
She gasped into my mouth, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, locking her ankles at the small of my back.
Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, holding on as if I were the only solid thing in the world.
I walked us out of the kitchen, our mouths still fused together, a tangle of limbs and escalating heat.
We moved through the dining area and into the vast expanse of the living room.
I fell forward, dropping us onto the deep cushioned leather sofa.
I landed on top of her, my weight supported by my forearms to avoid crushing her, though her own enhanced biology could easily take it. She looked up at me, her chest heaving, her eyes dark and dilated with want.
She grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it upward.
I sat back on my heels, stripping the shirt over my head and tossing it carelessly across the room.
Her eyes dragged over the sculpted musculature of my chest and abdomen, a hungry sound escaping her throat.
I reached down, gripping the hem of her oversized hoodie. She raised her arms and I pulled the heavy fabric over her head, discarding it onto the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her bare skin was warm and flushed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breaths.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to the sensitive skin of her neck, right over her pulse point.
She arched her back, a raspy moan vibrating against my mouth as her hands dug into my shoulders, her short nails scraping lightly against my impervious skin.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, sliding them down over her hips and pulling them down her athletic legs in one swift motion.
She kicked them away, leaving her entirely bare beneath me.
I stood up just long enough to shed my joggers, kicking them aside.
When I knelt back down between her parted thighs, the leather of the sofa squeaked softly under our combined weight.
She reached up, her hands framing my face. She pulled me down for another kiss, her tongue tracing my lower lip.
I ran my hands along the curve of her waist, trailing down the swell of her hips, marveling at the perfect strength of her form.
My touch was firm, mapping the contours of a woman who was as much a warrior as she was a survivor.
My fingers brushed the damp heat at her center and she bucked upward, a sharp intake of breath signaling her readiness.
I shifted my weight, settling perfectly between her legs. I guided myself to her, holding her intense gaze.
"Kimiko," I whispered, asking the silent question.
She nodded, her hands gripping my biceps tightly.
I pushed forward, entering her slowly. She let out a long breath, her eyes fluttering shut as her body stretched to accommodate me.
She was impossibly tight, her internal muscles clenching around me in a wave of wet, enveloping heat that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my spine.
I stopped, letting her adjust. We were pressed chest to chest, skin on skin.
The contrast between the cool baseline of my Cryokinetically cooled blood and the fiery heat of her body was intoxicating.
She opened her eyes, looking up at me. She lifted her hips, pulling me deeper inside her.
That was the only invitation I needed.
I began to move. I established a slow rhythm, pulling almost completely out before driving back into the hilt.
The friction was a maddening sensation. The leather sofa groaned in protest beneath us with every downward thrust.
Her legs remained locked securely around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back, anchoring me to her. Her hands moved constantly, trailing down my spine, gripping my shoulders, tangling in my hair.
"Aryan," she rasped, my name escaping her lips like a prayer.
The sound of her voice shattered the last of my restraint. I increased the pace, my hips snapping forward with powerful thrusts.
She met me blow for blow, her own superhuman strength rising to match mine.
She arched her back off the cushions, pressing her breasts against my chest, her mouth finding my neck, biting down lightly on my shoulder as the pleasure mounted.
The physical mechanics of the act blurred into a haze of sensory overload.
The sound of our slick bodies slapping together, the ragged breaths filling the quiet room, the scent of sweat in the air.
I slid my hands under her lower back, lifting her hips higher off the sofa to change the angle, allowing me to drive impossibly deep.
She threw her head back into the cushions, a loud cry tearing from her throat as I struck a sensitive nerve deep inside her.
Her internal muscles began to spasm, gripping me in a frantic rhythm. She was unraveling, the tension in her body winding tighter and tighter like a coiled spring.
"Aryan!" she cried out, her nails biting into my back.
Her body went entirely rigid beneath me. A brilliant flush of red spread across her chest and neck as her climax hit her in a wave of violent tremors. Her inner walls milked me with a crushing force.
The intense pressure of her climax dragged me right over the edge with her. I let out a low groan, driving my hips forward one final time, pinning her to the leather as my own release tore through me in a hot rush.
I collapsed forward, my chest resting heavily against hers, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My heart was pounding, a deafening drumbeat in my ears.
We lay there in the tangled, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
I pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone, then slowly pushed myself up on my forearms to look at her.
Her hair was wild, her skin flushed, her eyes half closed and heavy with a sated contentment.
She looked beautiful.
She reached up, tracing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. A soft smile curved her lips.
