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  The friction and heat from their faux-fucking created moisture and glued their bodies together. They moved as one, but their lips remained separated. Neither of them broke the special bond they’d created, not through their eyes or bodies.

  With the bells from her hair comb ringing and the headboard softly knocking against the wall from their movements, they fell into a distinct rhythm. She enjoyed knowing her passion matched so well with his. It wouldn’t make being without him any easier to handle, although she thought it would make their one night together all the more special.

  Matt filled her heart, and yet there was a part of her that wanted more, physically. Spreading her legs wider allowed him to further taunt her clit as his groin moved over it. The direct contact felt wickedly divine and suddenly sent her spinning into a climax.

  He caught her screams of completion as they kissed for the first time. Her pussy pulsed uncontrollably and he pushed them both deeper into the bed. Matt was on verge of coming and it made him move even faster than he had been. Suddenly, he lifted his mouth away from hers. With eyes wide and watching him, she saw his squeezed shut, heard a fierce grunt come from his chest, then felt his entire body tighten as he came. She wanted to feel his seed spilling inside her, but wouldn’t. To make up for what she was missing, Sakura closed her eyes to catch each pounding throb his cock gave from where it rested.

  When he finished coming, he rolled them to their sides, facing each other, and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. She found it difficult to hold back the tears such closeness inspired in her heart. After what just happened between them, her heart opened and reached out to him.

  “Thank you. You’re one heck of a sexy geisha. That was short, but so good. Give me some time to recoup and we’ll see if we can make it last longer the next time. Oh, man, once I tell my brother about you and your painted nipples, he’s going to kick himself for not coming on the trip with me.”

  “Why?” She was curious to know what he meant, but had to be careful not to ask too many questions. They were face-to-face and she needed to be sure to mask her voice as much as her face was with the makeup.

  “Normally we share our women, fuck them together or watch the other play, and he’s missing out with you.” He started to put his finger where his cock couldn’t go. “Can I put my finger inside your cunt?”

  “Hai.” After she agreed and he slipped the digit into her pussy, she squeezed him as tightly as she could.

  “Hot, wet, and tight. You’re every man’s dream come true to fuck.”

  There was a compliment in there somewhere, except when he pushed two into her, all sanity flew away. After he added a third finger, she started thinking about the possibility of entertaining two men. The idea sounded so out of her reality, but interesting. She wanted to know what it was like to be the center of their attention. Would another partner have eased the need she’d had a few moments earlier for more, or had it simply been her need for him inside her? The businesswoman that resided in her needed details before she decided whether or not she was the type of woman who could handle two men. Unfortunately, the more pragmatic side reminded her it wouldn’t matter what she wanted because Matt was leaving in a few hours.

  Not liking remembering his upcoming departure, she purposely ignored the information and instead worked on appeasing her curiosity about his sexual preferences.

  “Futatsu?” She held up two fingers, “same time?”

  “Yes, and sometimes we join a friend of ours and the three of us take his woman until she screams with pleasure. That really is hot, but it’s only when she wants all of her filled. The last time she was hanging from the ceiling in their barn and she took one cock in the mouth, another in her cunt and the third riding in and out of her ass making her quake, quiver, and come. They’re fun times with sex.”

  “Loved woman?”

  “Sometimes it’s about getting down and dirty with sex, but what we want is one woman to pamper and love, and for her to want us both. What’s mine is Ted’s and what’s his is mine.”

  While he talked, she pulled off the used condom, took the tip of his rod into her mouth and started sucking. The flavor of his seed was tasty and she wanted much more. She’d had a little hint of it earlier, only then it sent tingles rushing through her body. Without looking at what she was doing, since she was occupied with something better, she tied the rubber sheath off, tossed it to the floor, and forgot about it. Sakura was too busy trying to make the man beneath her come to find a wastebasket.

  What he’d said hadn’t disturbed her, just the opposite, and she wanted to hear more. He turned her on by what he’d described doing to the other woman. She wanted to be the one between the brothers, pleasured by them both until she couldn’t take any more.

  “Go grab a condom from your bag and ride my cock like a cowgirl would,” he said as he put his cowboy hat on her head.

  In ways she couldn’t understand, even though he hadn’t filled her pussy with his rod, he’d still made sex more fun and enjoyable than she’d ever experienced before. Maybe it was the naughty factor his personality added, although none of it mattered. Sakura had wanted him before that side of him had been revealed, and was thrilled to see it. Already she knew more about him than she had, and all of it made him even more enticing for her.

  Feeling the tears of separation once again gather in her eyes, she pulled her mouth away and went in search of her silk purse. She wouldn’t allow the sadness of their parting take away from the pleasure she found in his arms. There’d be plenty of time for that later.

  Coming back to him, holding the condoms her friend had supplied, she looked at his nude form and gave a little smile. All sorrow that had been ready to spill was dashed away. Along with the boots and fierce hard-on shining from her mouth’s attention, there were random splashes of her makeup all over his chest, abs, and groin. She’d take the image and remember how she’d marked him as belonging to her.

  After taking a moment to adorn his rod with protection, Sakura set out to seduce the cowboy between her legs. Shifting her hands up to her breasts, she teased the excited nipples and watched his eyes flare. Slowly, she rubbed her slit along the length of his cock and back again.

  “Shit, you are so fucking hot.” Taking over pinching her nipples, he nudged her back until she was sitting in a straight back position.

  She loved the focus he paid to her small breasts. They weren’t much to look at, but the way he played with them gave her pleasure a big boost. Putting her hands on his stomach, she slid over his steely length. The faster she moved, the tighter he gripped on the hard points. The further back she moved, occasionally covering his balls, the more her nipples were stretched, ensuring her pussy tightened even further with need. A deep desire to be filled and completed by him was what she wanted.

  “More,” Sakura looked down at him and begged. There was no denying how much she wanted from him or to do to him. She needed his cock inside her body, his hands and fingers doing erotic things to her. She wanted so much and had not nearly enough. She was frustrated until he came to her rescue.

  “How about this?” he whispered as he reached between her legs and pinched her clit. She held her breath, waiting for whatever was next and lost it when he pulled on the tender flesh.

  “Oh, oh yes!”

  “Such a tender clit, you should have it pierced,” he suggested as his thumb stroked over the exposed tip. “Then you’d always be ready for some serious sex play.”

  The fingers holding her nub captive tightened further and she groaned in need as she almost stopped moving entirely. She was intrigued by the piercing idea. To walk around excited and eager was a concept she’d revisit.

  While she was prepared to do whatever necessary to make him come, apparently he wasn’t able to wait. Matt wrapped his hands around her waist and took over the pace. She wanted the same connection they’d had the last time and focused on his face. There was an almost pained looking expression, and it took a few heartbeats for her to real
ize he was in the same position as she. Eager and hungry to climax, and thankfully it wasn’t long before he pushed her over the edge.

  Collapsing over him, she breathed heavily and let out a half-hearted giggle when he groaned. She sighed lovingly when he wrapped his arms around her and told her something she’d wanted to hear from him. One problem, it wasn’t her name coming through his lips, although she’d accept it as she considered it her nickname.

  “You’re a keeper, geisha girl.” He said and pressed a kiss on her neck. “I’d definitely enjoy sharing you and your sexy red nipples with my brother.”

  The man held her heart in his hands, and she knew he’d treat it carefully, just as he had her body. Only he thought she was a prostitute and not the woman he’d come all the way to Japan to work with. What would happen if she told him everything that was in her heart? Would he push her away or claim her for him and his brother?

  Unwilling to take the chance, she gave him her abbreviated truth.

  “Anytime, cowboy.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Someone getting into bed and shifting her backside up against his groin woke Matt. Not fully, but enough for him to feel the soft, tiny woman in bed with him. His cock hardened. He slid a hand from her hip to stomach and then further down until he cupped her pussy. Enjoying how good her bare mound felt in his hand, he pulled her a little closer and smiled as he heard a little groan fill the quiet room.

  Opening one eye, he lifted his head and looked at the clock sitting on the bedside table. It was five in the morning and he was in a hotel room. Laying his head back down, he dipped a finger into her heated slit and slowly circled the tip around in the opening. The details of what happened the night before were slow in coming back to him, and that was fine. At that time, he was happy letting his lust take precedence.

  Slowly, he started to wake up and remembered he was in Japan, fulfilling a long held fantasy about taking a geisha. Ever since grade school he’d been interested in the ladies who wore robes and exotic makeup. In his young mind, there’d been so much mystery and seduction attached to the women. He wasn’t sure why, but the makeup and dress still turned him on. When he learned he was going to Japan, he’d hoped to find a chance to spend time with one. Then, after speaking with the concierge who’d been so helpful to him throughout his visit, he found out geishas weren’t sex workers like he’d thought. After a few questions and a couple hours, Hiedo had told him a prostitute dressed as a geisha was available for him and he couldn’t be happier.

  More awake, he thought about how there was no steady woman waiting for him back home and yet, for some odd reason, it felt right to wake up with this one in his arms. It wasn’t just the sex that he’d liked with Yuki, although it had been much better than he’d thought possible without entering her pussy with his cock. No, if he was honest with himself, and he always was when it came to sex, then he had to admit it had more to do with how she’d made him feel inside that left him thinking they’d made a good fit.

  The more he thought about the night before, the more he kept going back to the first time they’d come together and she’d told him to pretend she was Sakura. It hadn’t felt right to do that, and he hadn’t planned to kiss her until his impending release helped him take things possibly further than he should have. He wasn’t sure why, but it had been an easy thing to do.

  Matt had wanted to wake up with the sexy and intelligent consultant in his arms since before he’d arrived in Japan, which made it even easier to pretend it was true. There was no way to know what his geisha actually looked like, not with all the makeup she had on. The only thing that made it more difficult to think of Yuki as the woman he wanted was her thick accent. Sakura had wonderful command of the English language, better than him, and the geisha didn’t. When she spoke, and if he remembered correctly it hadn’t been much, there was a distinct difference between the two women.

  He rubbed his nose gently around Yuki’s ear and shifted her hair away enough for him to place a kiss on the soft skin. Keeping his hard-on pressed against her ass, he moved and looked at the back of the woman he held. In the room’s dim lighting, he saw Sakura because he wanted to. Yuki’s hair was longer and currently a mess, but they both had straight, silky black hair. There were two other physical things similar about the two women that made it easy to pretend they were the same person. They were both small-bodied and favored a sweet flowery scent.

  No, there was nothing substantial he could use to separate the two women in his mind and decided to leave it alone. It hurt no one for him to keep pretending he spent his last night in Osaka with the woman he’d wanted, and that was what he’d do with another instead. There was not much more time for him before he left, and adding more memories to his special night seemed the right thing to do.

  Once he’d settled the issue in his mind, Matt let his need rise up and push forward for her attention. He could tell she was awake in his arms, so he set out to seduce her into playing some more. The way she moaned and eased the way for his fingers to play between her legs told him she may want another round of sex as much as him.

  “Are you up for another go before it’s time to get up?”

  The only verbal response he received was a hum, with the more complete and enticing answer delivered by her body. She pushed her ass even more firmly against him and reached between her legs to move his eager hard-on to rest against her pussy lips. Their hands were there between her legs, together, both manipulating her body to stretch ever closer to climaxing.

  Not wanting to wait another minute before he slipped inside her tight body, he moved his hand away from her pussy to the bedside table for another condom.

  “Good thing you came prepared for a serious bout of sex games.” Rolling over onto his back, he wasted no time in putting the rubber sheath over his prick.

  Thinking about Sakura made his need even more urgent. He gently rolled her onto her belly, helped her up onto her knees, and eased a finger into her moist slit from behind. Yuki’s pussy gripped him firmly, and he wished it was his cock he pushed inside her. He tilted the tip of his middle finger and nudged against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves he’d hoped to find. There was no need to search further for her G-spot. He’d somehow located it on the first try.

  Immediately he was enchanted by how her head lifted as she swayed her back and rocked backwards just a little bit, knocking his finger over her patch of excited nerve endings, over and over again. His brother wasn’t there to share her with him and, as he listened to her soft moans, he knew it was a real shame.

  “Have you ever had someone take you back here?” The concierge who arranged his night with Yuki had confidentially explained that, legally, he could take her orally or anally, but not vaginally. He admitted it was a disappointment to not get inside her and fuck the night away, although he’d experienced a great deal of pleasure on a new level. While waiting for her answer, he teased the tip of his finger in the opening.

  “Hai,” she moaned and again pushed back against him, taking more of his finger into her ass. He was so happy to hear she’d had anal sex before since, for some odd reason, it fed his dream to share Sakura with his brother.

  “Was it good?”

  “Hai, but…oh.” She stopped speaking with a long low moan as he slid his finger as far inside her ass as it would go.

  Their last time together was going to be about Yuki and her desire, even if it killed him. After all she’d given him throughout the night, she deserved the best he had to offer.

  Slowly, he circled his finger in her ass before taking it, as well as the finger in her pussy. Without warning, he thrust them both in again. He wasn’t sure if the small scream was from again hitting her sensitive bundle of nerves or because he’d added another finger to enter her backside. As long as it was from pleasure, it wouldn’t matter.

  She gave her ass a little seductive shake and he responded by spreading the two fingers to help widen the back passage.

  On the next double thrust
inside her body, everything came together and she broke apart around him. His cock expanded and throbbed in response to her climax he felt with his fingers. The squeezing pulsations she treated his digits to threatened to pull his release to ride alongside with hers, except he wasn’t ready for that to happen. He wanted his erection to be buried somewhere inside her body when he fell off that particular edge.

  Listening to her panting for air, he shivered with an urgent need to thrust inside her until he came, except that wasn’t his plan. Instead, to try and keep him from racing out of control, he smoothed a hand over her hair and down her back. He wanted to calm her, only not too much so that she lost the edge of passion that rode her to climax again and again.

  “Do I have permission to show you how good being taken back here could be?” To show her what he meant, Matt took his fingers out and slowly pushed them back in with a wicked twisting motion to keep her heated.

  “Hai, hai!”

  There was no way he could hold back his smile of victory. Good thing he knew hai meant yes, otherwise he might go crazy waiting for a response he could understand. Yuki was lost in the eroticism they built together, which must have made it difficult for her to speak in a different language.

  Not able to hold back any longer, he reached around and, using his hands on her small breasts, pulled her up to rest against his chest. Plucking the tight tips brought moans to her lips and her hands grabbing his thighs. He liked how she made him feel, like a man she desperately needed.

  Wanting to hear more of her lust-filled moans and screams, he slid his hand down until he captured her clit between his fingers. Firmly pinching the nub caused her fingernails to dig into his thighs and to throw her head back against his chest.