Jada is at a martial arts class at a retreat in France…
At the end of the afternoon, Jada was paired with a Greek woman who was more muscular than she was but with half the skill and speed. As they began, Jada noticed that Ayano was coming nearer to observe them. Naturally, this shook her up. She could block many of the Greek woman’s swings, but was too frazzled to land any hits. Ayano stood at the sidelines with his arms folded across his chest and shouted a few words of advice, directed at her and her opponent. The match ended with a devastating throw– the Greek managed to throw Jada over her shoulder and on to the mat with a loud thump.
Ayano congratulated the woman for the win and dismissed her for the day as Jada laid there with the wind knocked out of her. She was lying on her back, sweaty and flustered. Her loose tank top was no longer covering her sports bra and her chest was rising and falling rapidly to catch her breath. Ayano stood above her, watching her with thinly concealed desire.
He offered her his hand to help her up. When she rose, he didn’t let go.
“I want to see you tonight.” he said calmly, pulling her towards him slightly. Her eyes scanned the room to see if anyone was watching. Everyone was involved in their training.
“Okay.” she said and held his hand tightly. “I’ll come down to the lobby around seven.”
He released her and she went up to her room quickly. In the shower, she was lost in thought. Where were they going? What was she supposed to wear to this? Did it even matter that the small group would probably see them? She got out of the shower and towel-dried her hair. With her bath towel wrapped around her at the bust, she walked towards the bureau when she heard a knock on the door. Through the peephole, she could see it was Ayano.
She instinctively wrapped her towel around herself more tightly and opened the door. Ayano stood there, still sweaty from the day’s training. He looked like he was bothered by his thoughts.
“You’re early.” she said, mildly disturbed, but more nervous. She had a very good idea as to why he had come up here.
He approached her with a hungry look in his eyes. Without saying a word, he pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. She felt him breathing deeply as he continued to kiss her, slowly coaxing her tongue to come out to play. She heard him subtly shut the door behind him without a backwards glance. Their kiss was intoxicating; she almost forgot that she was standing in a towel in a French hotel room. He shouldn’t be in here, she thought. Any moment now, there would be a lull and she would… she would tell him… Fuck! They weren’t slowing down at all, their hands too eager to explore, touch, and unwrap each other after the days and weeks of tension. Her fingers were so excited to feel the muscles in his arms and feel every part of him her mind had imagined feeling.
He backed her into the wall, the intensity of his intentions nearly overwhelming her. One hand was clutching her towel close to her body but Ayano tore it from her, never breaking contact from their kiss. She made a gasping sound and heard herself say “Wait a minute!” in her mind but something made her stop short of saying it aloud. She told herself this was a bad idea and shrank back a little bit to slow things down as they kissed. Then, she felt his hand on the small of her back, the other cupping her breast. Soon, he was kissing her chest and her tits. His lips admired her nipple and then he bit it gently. She cried out in pleasure and her body stood up straight, offering itself to him despite the objections of her mind. Now, she was making out with him. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed the back of his head. She demanded control of their kiss, her other hand on his face.
She felt his fingers run up her back, caressing her spine, her shoulder blades. He was kissing her as if drawn by a magnetic force, making low, erotic sounds. His mouth moved its way down her body, from her nipples, between her breasts, on her belly… he gently bit her rib cage and began to kiss her breasts again. She was scared of what he would do to her next, but she also knew she would not stop him, whatever it was. Her stomach had that weightless panic to it when someone misses a stair on the way down. Her pulse was going so fast and she felt her clit starting to throb.
He placed a hand on each of her hips and kneeled in front of her. She felt her body tense up against the wall. “Oh my god, he’s not going to…” she started to think. He was breaking the rules: everyone knows you don’t fuck a person until at least the third date. He spread her labia open with his fingers and sucked on her clit. Jada was outraged that this man she barely knew was putting his mouth on her private parts. But she felt such a rush, knowing that this was happening way too soon and there were a thousand reasons she should stop. His warm, curious tongue pressed against her clit as he worked a finger into her pussy. He licked her again and again, reaching every tender nerve.
How dare he do this to her?! He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her hips toward his tongue. She cried out again and the sound she made drove him wild. If he hadn’t been so good at this, she might have stopped him…
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