Jayne responded by removing her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Next she removed her bra and stood in front of him in all of her glory. If she had not been watching, she would not have believed it as his dinky seemed to grow at least two more inches. “This is truly a nice dinky,” she told him as she sat down on the bed, pulling him forward. She hand stroked him up and down, giving extra attention to the sensitive head.
Those were a few of her last understandable words. He used her bed pillows as support under her stomach as she lay face down, uncertain of what was coming next. He positioned himself at the back of her thighs. His legs outside of hers. He made his initial entry, only to withdraw and come in again at another angle. He did this several times until he was able to work himself completely inside of her. Jayne felt so full of him. He pressed, withdrew, pressed, withdrew as if he were looking for something. It did not take her long to comprehend he was looking for her G spot and a few strokes later, he had located it. This, Jayne was certain of, because the only thing that came out of her mouth was gibberish G-words starting with, “good gracious!”
Followed by, “gobstoppers,” then “grapesickle.” This was followed by, “googobgabgrettt,” which was closed out by and inaudible, “grrrggrggggeeggggggeee!” I plan to give you hours of pleasure, flashed through her mind as she reached her second climax. He wasn’t done. Toshi turned her to her back. “Jayne.” he whispered her name as he plunged into her again, dropping his head to her neck, kissing, nibbling suckling. “You feel so amazing. I can’t even….” His voice became hoarse as he rolled his hips under, and thrust upward. Jayne’s nails dug into his back. Each stroke, he seemed to go deeper inside her sugar walls. He pushed her into a reclining lotus position and Jayne thought she couldn’t take any more.
“Toshi…stop please…please stop.” She cried out as she bit into his shoulder.
“Am I hurting you Jayne? Are you okay, Baby?” She was fervently shaking her head no. “Tell me. Am I too rough? Is it uncomfortable?”
“I don’t know, Toshi. I….” Her voice was smothered by his mouth as he kissed her again, withdrawing himself a bit. She pulled her mouth away from his, breathy, excited, feverish, “Is it supposed to feel this good?”
“If I am doing right, then yes it is.” He kissed her again, whispering words of praise. Entering her slowly, methodically, inch by inch filling her up.
She dug her nails into his lower back. “You are soooo, doing it right! Good heavens, you are doing it right!” He laughed a bit as he pushed again, plunging deeper, forcing her to throw her head back, arching her back in the air. Toshi did not miss the obvious opportunity to capture a tight bud between his teeth. Jayne was almost beyond reason.
Through labored breathing, Jayne asked, “Toshi, is it okay if I move with you?” She demonstrated this by rolling her left hip upward. He dropped his head to her neck, withdrew, and plunged in deeper still, only to have her right hip come up to meet him. He lapsed into Japanese, looking her in the eyes and he thrust harder, talking to her, thrusting, and staring deep into her eyes.
“That sounded dirty,” she told him as she pulled the rubber band from his ponytail, which allowed his hair fall freely about his neck and shoulders.
He still stared into her eyes as he moved inside of her, “it was was…but it just feels so...” he repeated what he had said earlier in Japanese, still thrusting, holding her hips, while trying to get deeper, wanting to be one with her.
With a handful of his hair in her hands, she pulled his head to her breasts. Shoving a mound into his mouth, while instructing him on what and how she needed him to take care of it. The more he moved the hotter her body was becoming.
“You feel so good inside of me too, Toshi….so good!” Jayne began to pick up the pace of her movements, forcing Toshi to do the same. “So damn good!”
“Slow down a bit Jayne. I can make it last longer.” She would not hear it. What she whispered in his ear next, pulled the red flame that had been burning inside him from the recesses of his life givers. The fire which he often spoke of, had been tapped, sprayed with an accelerant and making a trail toward to his sweet Jayne. Stroke after stroke, he tried to go deeper as she clung to him, meeting each of his thrust with one of her own. He felt her body clamp down around him, pulling him in, milking him, forcing the flame up, upward, seeking, looking, pulsating, red, hot fire, throbbing, pushing, thrusting, squeezing, seeking. “Jayne!” he growled as he sensed the red flame turn blue.
“More Toshi! Give me more!” she cried as she shoved her hips upwards against his, biting at his arm, kissing on his skin while tugging at his hair. “Harder, Toshi, harder!”
Her legs locked around his waist as she met him with an intensity that scared and elated her at the same time. She couldn’t believe she was having a third orgasm and she bit at his chest to keep from screaming. Toshi’s cry was primal as he reached his climax, thrusting, pushing, and trying desperately to get it all out. Jayne began to howl as she shuddered against him, locking her legs about his waist.
He collapsed on top of her, completely spent. This is the woman I have chosen to share my life with, dear Lord I only hope I survive nights like this. His arms cradled her close not wanting to let go. Still inside. Not wanting to come out. Slick with sweat and saturated in …happy.
He had been waiting for this moment. Playing with the idea of what it would be like and willing to pay whatever cost she commanded. It was well worth the wait. Jayne had exceeded his expectations and the realization that something magical had occurred, surrounded him. “Simply amazing,” he told her as he pushed sweat soaked curls away from her face.
Chapter 25
The weight of him could be felt as he left the bed, leaving a coolness on her back where his body had lain. Her eyes would not open out of hesitation that the fairylike spell would be broken, Toshi would turn into a frog and she would be ugly with a huge wart on her nose. Instead, she lay in the shadowed bedroom, listening to his movements. A wry smile crossed her face as she heard him lower the toilet seat down. Still Prince Charming. The water could be heard trickling down into the tub along with his fingers, splashing, testing the liquid’s temperature. Is he about to shower and leave?
Soft footfalls on the carpet were heard as he made his way to the kitchen, filling what sounded like two glasses with ice and water. Jayne still had not moved, even when he came back into the bedroom and took the glasses into the bathroom. Curiosity was eating her alive, but she would not open her eyes. Seconds later, he returned to the bed. The mattress giving under the weight of his knee as his arms reached for her, scooping her up, cradling her head to his chest like a babe. She could still hear the water running. He raised his right leg to step up, find his balance and then bring up his left leg, only to lower them both into the warm water. Jayne’s eyes flew open.
Toshi had lit the candles around her tub. They were now in the bathtub together! How absolutely romantic. “That was smooth,” she told him as he turned her in the tub so her back would lean on his chest. His hair was still unbound and she had not realized how much hair he actually had until she looked back at him again. The bath sponge, that was seldom used, he placed under the water and they both watched as it soaked up the liquid. Toshi squeezed the loofa, forcing the water out, and watched it run down her breasts. The water continued to rise around them until it reached a comfortable soaking level. The bubbles now coming up and resting underneath her breasts before he turned it off.
“So…” speaking softly to him. “…that is what I have been missing for the past 8 months?”
His arms rested on the back of the tub. “There is a big difference in having sex with a guy you sort of like and being intimate with the man you love.”
Jayne turned suddenly in tub, splashing water onto the floor. “Really? The man I love? And how did your analysis of the data bring you to that conclusion Doc?”
Toshi grabbed her leg, pushing her backwards, using her own body’s buoyancy to manipulate her in t
he large tub. “You would never give me your body Jayne, unless I had earned your heart.”
She watched him with some amusement as he raised her foot and took her big toe into his mouth. ”So based on that, you believe that makes me love you?”
He pulled her closer to him. Their naked bodies creating ripples in the water. “Between that, and my ability to make you howl like a monkey,” he dragged out the word howl. The low rumble of laughter reverberated in his chest.
Jayne gave a slight push with her foot, mushing her toes into his lips. “I hate to say this, because I know it will give you the big head, but man…..” She paused as she watched him massage the ball of her foot. “That was really good.” Her face became serious as she withdrew her foot from his hands, leaning forward with her fingers upon his thighs. Through lowered lashes she asked the question, “did I please you Toshi?”
The answer was gradual in coming as Toshi began to kiss her slowly, taking his time to form the right words to say out loud what he was thinking. “Every day, every hour, every minute I spend in your light, pleases me. You please me Jayne. More than that, you make me happy.”
The other questions that pinged about in her brain would have to be answered at another time. The only thing that mattered now, were the two of them.
It was the oddest damned thing. Toshi had a sensation that something was missing. He was due to meet the guys at one o’ clock, but he could not focus. A mind filled with conflicting ideas buzzed about, hindering his ability to capture a single thought. Waking up with Jayne in his arms and her head nestled against his chest, sent ripples of emotions through him that he couldn’t fully process. The feelings were too new and created a feeling of vulnerability.
The comic books she had given him last night, were all but forgotten, until he remembered he left them at his parent’s home. A quick swing through to pick up those and Jayne’s tablet before he met the guys, had to happen. More surprising than his new state of mind, was the surrealism of his father being home on a Saturday morning, sitting at the table. Reading his comics.
“Toshi. Is this what you have always wanted to do?” Hirishito asked with some confusion.
“Yes, but I knew I could not dishonor you to call it a career. But yes, Father, it is something I have dreamed of creating.” He spoke softly as he took a seat at the table.
“And this woman…?”
“Jayne, Father. Her name is Jayne,” he said with his head lowered.
Hirishito eyed his son’s face. “This Jayne…helped you create this?”
His eyes sparkled as he gently removed the first edition from his father’s hands, explaining the art work, storyline, and showing off his drawings. “The color work and storyline was done by Jayne, but here…” He pointed to the main character Katsuo, “…are my drawings.”
The second edition Hirishito picked up and eyed closely, looking at the details. “You are a fine artist son,” he said as he thumbed through the pages. “I would like to show you something.” Hirishito retreated to his home office, returning a few minutes later with a large black portfolio. Inside were pages of Zen drawings on rice paper. “In my youth, Toshi, I too dreamed of the day when I would be well known for my art.”
Toshi held the delicate papers and knew that these must be framed and hung in a place of honor. “I never knew this about you Chichi,” he said. The feeling of something being missing was still gnawing at him, adding to his growing uneasiness.
“Father,” he said in a very low voice. “I have chosen Jayne. I pray that it will not bring dishonor to me or to you, but she is a very rare woman. She understands me. She also loves me for who and what I am. There are no conditions with her, no preconceived notions, no pretense. I come alive when I am in her light. She is ...”
Hirishito touched his son’s hand. “Your mother actually likes her a great deal Toshi.”
“And you, Chichi?”
The silence between them was short as Hirishito smiled at this eldest child. “You have come alive since you have been seeing her. I have never seen you happier. Are you certain that this is not a phase?”
A loud sigh preceded the thoughts which had been troubling him all morning. It is said that when the words are spoken, they take on life. He gave birth to the words. “Chichi, I have never wanted to marry, or buy a house to fill it with your grandchildren.”
Hirishito’s mouth dropped. “Mago?”
Toshi burst into laughter. “Not yet, Chichi. Not yet, but in the near future. I would like to give you many.”
Eri, who had been listening around the corner, burst into the room, asking as well, how they were going to be grandparents since Jayne professed to have no carnal knowledge of Toshi, whose cheeks were now red. Both his parents mouthed, “Oh!” at the same time.
“I would like to ask her to marry me,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Are you asking our permission, Toshi? Last night you presented her as if your mind was already made up.” Hirishito spoke with his eyes focused on his wife.
“I would like to do so with your blessings and acceptance of her into our family,” he said with his head lowered.
Eri wanted to know. “How has her family responded to you?”
“I meet them next week.”
“After you speak with them, come back and let us know if you still feel the same way. We will talk more after that, Musukosan,” Eri told him as she left the room to make herself some lunch. In-laws could often be a deal breaker. From what Eri had seen on some of those reality shows, she wondered if Jayne’s people were anything close to that.
Toshi sat there, feeling rather dumb. What had been missing and what he could not put his finger on was Jayne’s family. She never talked about them. The painting above the couch showed another child, but he had never heard her mention a sibling. Cousins, yes, but a brother or sister, not once. For some reason, that, is what he found unsettling. She had been secretive about her family.
Chapter 26
The whole experience was somewhat surreal. Jayne had never spent the night with a man, let alone took a bath with one. Toshi had introduced her to many firsts last night. The three consecutive orgasms were amazing, but the connection between them was mind boggling. She had never felt so unencumbered and free with her body. The soak in the tub had helped to loosen the sore muscles, but the after effects of his lovemaking covered her like a shroud. She needed to get moving, but if this was what a love hangover felt like, then she was going to become an addict. She definitely wanted a second and third dose.
It was nearly one o’clock when she arrived at The Boll Weevil to meet the girls for lunch. The shroud billowed behind her as she took a seat in the chair and ordered an unsweetened ice tea. Rashunda was the first to notice. “About damned time!”
Jayne only smiled, with a slight blush creeping up her neck, warming her face, but she was not going to bite. Although Toshi had left several marks all over her chest and neck. Jayne turned her head to see where the waitress had gotten off to, when Tamika noticed the very large hickey on her neck.
Tamika, completely overdressed as usual for the casual lunch, asked, “girl, did he make love to you or try to eat you?”
Jayne opened the collar of her blouse and showed them the teeth marks, the hickeys, and a few bruises. “All of the above. I wish one of you had told me how good sex really was….Lord Hammercy!”
The girls broke out in laughter except Brionna, who only made a face. “So you and Mr. Miyagi finally got down to it, huh?”
Jayne was not amused at the reference. “Bri that is a racist comment!”
“Oh so now you have a streak of yellow running up your slit, you want to be all politically correct?” Brionna said with an upturned mouth. Jayne was a bit taken aback by the sudden hostility. She had supported Bri’s decisions to date some of the most unsavory characters without any backlash. She wasn’t going to allow her friend to believe this was going to be okay with her.
“Have I ever made any disparaging rema
rks about any man you have dated? Not even when you brought that big ass Grape Ape to meet us,” Jayne said as she leaned forward on the table. Rashunda and Tamika both dropped their heads to hide their laughter, especially considering it was the label they both had given to Tyrone.
Tamika played peacemaker. “Jayne, you never did say what Toshi did for a living.”
Jayne was all smiles as she told them about his job at the university. It took a concerted effort to not seem boastful as she spoke of how neat his office was in comparison to any professor she had. As well as their work on the comic book. Rashunda reminded her to get everything in writing before they went any further.
“Girl,” Jayne said. “You know me better than that. My cousin is a lawyer who drew up all the paper work, filed for our LLC, set up the accounts and everything. So, regardless of what happens, we have the option to buy each other out, or continue on.” The waitress had returned with their drinks and took their lunch orders.
Tamika was smiling. “You seem so happy Jayne.”
“I am. I really am.” She stuck out her tongue. “I felt like Goldilocks last night, ya’ll.” She started to giggle. “I’ll tell you the truth. The first one I had, was way too small and I was a virgin.” Her friends chuckled as she went on. “The second was way too big!”
“Ain’t no such thing as too big. You need to speak for yourself,” Rashunda said as she crossed her legs.
Jayne shook her head. “Oh yes it is! I am a petite woman and I was not about to let that fool ruin my reproductive system and have my pocketbook looking like an over worn turtle neck sweater!”
Tamika asked, “so I guess that means Toshi was just right?”
Jayne was nodding her head up and down like a bobble headed fool. “It was so fantastic, I had to stop him and ask him if it was supposed to feel that good?” Laughter was filling the air, but something was amiss with Brionna.
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