The Red String Between Us: Part III Eternal Thread

第10章 Threads of Desire

I drifted toward the towering windows, the city stretched out before me in a sea of glittering lights. From behind, Kenji's arms slipped around my waist, steady and sure. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck—one kiss, then another, then another—each softer, deeper, leaving a trail of warmth along my skin. My breath caught, a quiet sound escaping me as I tilted my head to give him more.

His hands traced slowly over my body, deliberate, unhurried, the glow from the city casting shadows that danced across the room. When his palms slid upward, cupping me with gentle pressure, I turned slightly toward him, my voice a whisper. "Help me take this off."

Kenji obliged without hesitation. He brushed my hair aside, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my back as he found the clasp of my gown. With unhurried precision, he loosened it, letting the fabric slip from my shoulders and fall in a soft pool at my feet. He knelt gracefully, lifting the gown and laying it carefully across the couch, leaving me in only my heels and a strapless bra with matching lace.

When he stood again, his hand found my stomach, drawing me back against him before sliding higher to hold my neck with quiet command. I turned fully to him, closing the space between us, pressing my mouth to his. The kiss deepened, my tongue teasing against his as desire pulsed through me.

I tugged at his jacket, letting it fall from his shoulders, then loosened his tie. Between each button I undid, I placed a lingering kiss on his lips, savoring the heat building between us—slow, deliberate, unstoppable.

 Just then, the doorbell rang. Kenji pulled back, his breath uneven as his lips lingered near mine. "That's the delivery service," he murmured, still catching his breath.

I sank back into the couch, quickly pulling the fur throw blanket across myself, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady my pulse. He straightened, wiping the smudge of my dark lipstick from his tanned skin, his lips flushed pink and tempting.

Moments later, he returned with an ice bucket, a chilled bottle of champagne, two crystal flutes, and a bouquet of red roses cradled in his arm. "This is for us," he said, setting the champagne down with care. Then he held the roses toward me, his voice softening. "And these are for you. I'll put them in water."

I couldn't stop the giddy laugh that bubbled out of me as I reached for them. "Thank you, Kenji."

When he came back, he handed me a glass, the champagne fizzing gently between us. We clinked softly and took our first sips, our eyes locked over the rims of the glasses. The air between us grew heavy again, charged. I swallowed slowly, my inner thoughts screaming how badly I wanted him—how impossible it was to ignore the pull between us.

    He stood before me while I sat at the edge of the couch, reaching for him and pulling him closer. My lips brushed his stomach as my nails traced teasing lines up his torso, making him shiver under my touch. Slowly, I helped him shrug off his shirt, letting it fall aside before my fingers moved to his belt and unfastened it. His breath caught, his body responding with urgency as I slid the fabric lower.

My hands caressed him first, deliberate and slow, before I leaned in, pressing kisses along his skin. When I finally took him fully into my mouth, Kenji's head fell back, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. My rhythm alternated between deep, consuming motions and lighter, teasing pauses, giving him both intensity and release. His hands threaded through my hair, his moans filling the room—low, raw, and intoxicating, like music meant only for me.

"Eden... don't stop," he groaned in Japanese, his voice thick with pleasure.

I obeyed, moving faster, keeping him on the edge until his breathing quickened and his hips began to thrust against me, his control slipping. Just as he cried out that he was close—in Japanese again—he pulled back with staggering restraint, nearly losing his balance against the glass table as his trousers tangled at his feet.

I laughed softly, wiping the corners of my mouth as I rose, unhooking my bra and tossing it carelessly onto the opposite couch. His eyes never left me as he stripped away the rest of his clothes, every movement charged with hunger and awe.

"How do you do that?" he asked, his expression serious, almost reverent.

I smiled playfully, beckoning him closer. "Come here... I'll show you again."

By the time he stepped toward me, he was bare, unguarded, and completely mine.

   Kenji walked toward me, sinking gracefully to his knees. His lips brushed along my calves as he slipped off my heels one by one, placing them aside with care. In a single, fluid motion, he stood and lifted me into his arms, carrying me slowly, deliberately, until he set me down on the cool surface of his kitchen island. His movements were unhurried, reverent, as though every gesture was meant to honor me.

He eased me out of the last of my clothing, laying me back against the counter's surface. My breath quickened as he adjusted me, making sure I was close to the edge. His mouth traced a tender, lingering path down my body, leaving heat in every place his lips touched. Pulling up one of the barstools, he settled in front of me, his face level with me, his eyes dark with focus.

Then he kissed me—softly at first, teasing, before his tongue traced deliberate strokes that made me squirm against him. The sensation built slowly, waves of pleasure crashing harder each time. I moaned his name, breathless, over and over. "Kenji..." My voice trembled, raw and needy, filling the space between us.

His hands anchored me in place as he moved with maddening precision, his mouth and tongue exploring me deeply. The sounds of his pleasure mingled with mine, vibrations sending me spiraling higher. I lifted my head, gasping, a warning slipping out between broken breaths. "I'm... I'm close."

He paused just long enough to meet my eyes, his voice low and commanding. "Then let go." Two fingers slid inside me, firm and sure, while his mouth returned to me, sucking softly, insistently, pulling me to the edge. "Cum for me, Eden," he urged.

The demand unraveled me. My body gave way, shattering as waves of release pulsed through me. I cried out his name, trembling against his mouth, against his tongue, against his relentless devotion. Even as I came undone, he didn't stop—drawing out every last tremor until I was breathless, undone, and trembling beneath his touch.

   Kenji rose, wiping his face before helping me down from the counter, steadying me on my feet. Without warning, his mouth found mine again—this time urgent, hungry, consuming. The kiss left me breathless as he turned me swiftly, pressing me forward against the cool marble surface. The champagne bucket toppled to the floor, ice scattering across the tiles with a sharp crash, but neither of us cared.

His hand came down on me with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the penthouse. My body jolted, heat rushing to the surface as his fingers traced a slow line up my spine before tangling gently in my hair. He tugged just enough to tilt my head back. "What do you want?" His voice was rough, a growl wrapped in silk.

A gasp slipped from my lips. "I... I want you," I mumbled, breath unsteady.

Another slap, firm but followed by the soothing warmth of his palm. "I can't hear you, mami," he demanded louder, teasing me, commanding me. The weight of him pressed against me as he slid against my skin, the promise of what was coming undeniable.

"I want you," I cried out, louder this time.

He eased into me from behind, slow and deliberate, every inch a stretch that stole my breath. The fullness made me moan, a sound torn from somewhere deep, raw and unrestrained. His pace built, each thrust sending shockwaves through me until my cries filled the room.

"Eden... Eden..." His voice broke between groans, my name spilling from his lips like a prayer. I reached back blindly, desperate to touch him—his chest, his stomach, anything to anchor myself. He caught my hand instead, lacing his fingers with mine, grounding me even as he drove me higher.

The pressure was overwhelming, pleasure blurring into something primal. My body clenched around him, every nerve alive. His rhythm faltered, his voice strained. "Eden—I'm close. I'm... I'm—"

With a guttural groan, he pulled back at the last second, releasing with shuddering force, his body trembling against mine as the final waves consumed us both. We came together. As one.