Jin looked down at Io's body laid back on her circular bed. The plush luxury of it reminded him of the other night when he had awoken inside it. Stripped of all but his mask and pants. She had looked at his body then, and now she was seeing his face. Their lips parted and he looked down at her. "Dont run away Jin." She breathed. "I want to feel like a woman again."
His eyes darkened and he lifted her up, he tugged the obi she wore loose and her kimono fell open. The small sash around her waist was the only thing keeping it all together. She smiled at him and took his hand. She led him back to the bed and he pulled the sash from her waist. "You can tie all these yourself?" He asked.
"I can manage on my own. But to look splendid I ask Fuuka to tie them for me. She is the best at it, she was a geisha before this." Io said, a real one. He touched her face and inhaled he closed his eyes and she waited. He needed this moment, focusing on her heartbeat, her scent, the core of her being was before his minds eye. He wanted to know Io in every sense of the word. He heard her heart speed up, then slow it matched his own heartbeat and he opened his eyes to look at her. There was somethign different about the way her eyes were watching him. She took the kimono in her hand and flung it open. She was bare before his eyes. Her breasts were rosy tipped, large enough to fill his hands. She was creamy white, muscled, but soft. Her hair fanned out over the bed .
He lifted her enough to pull the kimono away. He discarded it to the floor and kicked off his pants. He watched those darkened eyes look down his torso to where he was hard as steel for her. Had been since the moment he'd met her. He settled one knee on the bed and leaned close to her. Their lips smashed together with a fervor. Heat pooled in his abdomen as he moved lower. His mouth closed over her neck and she let out a small puff of air. Her single hand came up to grip his bicep and he grinned. He licked over her pulse point and marvelled that she was calm, excited but calm. He moved lower again, leaving open mouthed kisses down her collar to her breasts. He kneaded them and leaned forward, licking over the dusky nipples before nipping them softly. That got him a gasp, and her back shifted slightly.
Jin moved lower his hand smoothing down her flat stomach, and he kissed her just above her belly button. Her legs lifted crooking open invitingly. He smirked when he looked up at her. She reflected his smirk with one of her own. Gods she was his match. He looked down where the most intimate part of her lay, she glistened with desire and the rational part of his mind shorted out. He slid one finger down her center, barly touching the glistening folds. The sound she let out was filled with need and desperation. Had it been a long time for her too? He slid his fingers to either side of her dripping core and opened her so he could she the pink of her inside. He growled and shifted forward, he tongue swept over the exposed glistening center. Her head flung back and her moan was delicious. He speared her with his tongue. Her back shot up and her hips bucked. He grinned and slid one hand up to hold her down, the other curled around one of her thighs. He slipped it over his shoulder and almost groaned at how great it felt to feel her soft skin on his. He moved those fingers down to her soaking lips and sank two inside her.
Those feminine walls clenched his fingers and he used his thumb to seek out her clit. He spied the hidden ball of flesh and licked over it slowly, before he flicked it with his tongue. She jerked softly, her soft cry of pleasure was music to his ears. He crooked his fingers, seeking the secret spot inside her she hid so well. As he stretched his fingers inside her and tilted them up she let out a cry. He slipped his fingers from her and lifted them to his mouth, he licked them and shivered at the taste of woman and pleasure.
He felt her leg slide from his shoulder to his hip where she urged him closer. He crawled to her, their lips connecting in a heated rush. He shifted his hips and filled her with one smooth thrust. The soft soaking center of her encompassed him and his head fell to her shoulder with a rough grunt. Her hand came up to his shoulder and her hips lifted taking him in deeper. "Io," He panted as he lifted, he took her hand in his and pressed it to the bed and entangled their fingers together. His other hand sat on the bed for leverage. He swiveled his hips and she gasped.
"Jin-" She hissed and he smirked. He thrust forward and watched as her eyes widened before they closed all together. He focused his attention on keeping himself from coming like a teenager. He moved within her, realizing the slide of her walls was perhaps his favorire thing about this. With every thrust her cries of pleasure rang out, utterly real, nothing like a working womans. Her eyes screwed shut as her fingers gripped his. She moved her hips up again and began to meet his thrusts with her own. He cursed and moved harder, slightly faster. She arched suddenly her eyes flying open and a strangled moan coming from her. He;d found it again. He smiled and concentrated his hips inthe same direction, relentlessly hitting that spot inside her that made her crazy. All at once her inner core constricted around him. He groaned as he felt her flutter against him, her body arched and she let out a pure cry of bliss.
With her gripping him so tightly as she came it forced his orgasm, hearing her, feeling her. It shook him to his soul and as he emptied inside her, he felt empty of himself and full of her. He caught his weight on his arms and lowered to her. Her free hand stroked his back sheened with sweat. "Jin, I'm insulted you didnt come to me the first day we met, we could have been doing this all this time." She snapped.
He laughed then, and rolled from her, he tugged her against him and looked up at the canopy above her bed. "I agree." He breathed. "Thank you Io."
"You should call me by my real name Jin." She said and sat up, she stretched and stood up. "Since you know me so well now, I suppose you can know the truth."
"What truth?" Jin asked. He frowned as she slid a robe over her shoulders and lifted her pipe to smoke. She pointed to a bottle of sake on the table.
"My name Jin, is Kyoko."