Behind the Mask

Another Day

I never quite understood feelings.

They creep up on you in the most unexpected ways. At first, they're just a whisper, a soft nudge that makes you realize you want to be around a person more than usual. It's subtle, but enough to make you smile when you think of them, enough to make you happy just knowing they're in your life. Those early feelings are strong, like a spark that's just caught fire, lighting up your day in the smallest yet most significant ways.

The more time you spend with them, those feelings grow. They intensify, like a fire being fed by the wind, turning into something deeper, something more intense. It's no longer just a spark; it's a desire so strong, it almost burns. You crave their presence, their voice, their touch. You've never been more content than when they're close to you.

You've never felt more alive.

The door to my apartment shut behind me and Kenji pushed me against it, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. He was hungry, almost desperate. My heart beat wildly in my chest as he pressed his body against mine, his hands sliding up and down my sides.

I moaned against his mouth, my hands finding their way to his hair. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. It made my heart skip a beat.

"Kenji," I whispered, pulling away. "We have less than an hour."

He smirked, slipped off my glasses and placed them on a mantel shelf. "I'll make it work," he said, his tone teasing.

He kissed me again, lifting me off the ground and carrying me toward my bedroom. He placed me on the bed. He slipped off my blazer and then unbuttoned my blouse. I watched as he leaned in, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses along my collarbone and up my neck. My gaze moved to the little clock standing on the nightstand.

My one-hour lunch break started twenty minutes ago.

I was about to open my mouth and tell him how much time we had left when his lips found mine again, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against mine, and his hands were everywhere, caressing, exploring. I felt like I was on fire, burning with desire.

Kenji's hands moved lower, caressing my thighs before moving to my knees and pushing my skirt up. He moved slowly, teasing me. His fingers traced patterns on my inner thighs, and I moaned, arching my back. His hand slid higher, and he found my center, his thumb circling my clit through my underwear. The friction was delicious, and I gasped, bucking my hips against him.

"I love how responsive you are," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

His fingers pushed aside the fabric, and he slipped a finger inside me, making me gasp. My fingers found his belt buckle, and I fumbled with the clasp, desperate to touch him. I finally got it off, and my hand dipped below the waistband of his jeans, wrapping around his hard length.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward. "God, Ami," he breathed.

His fingers pumped in and out of me, his thumb still rubbing circles on my clit. Kenji knew just how to drive me crazy. My head spun, and I squeezed my eyes shut, crying out his name as I came apart in his arms.

"So pretty," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.

He slipped off his shirt and pants, then his boxers. I stared unashamedly, my gaze trailing along his muscled chest, down his abs, and lower. He was hard and thick, his dick standing proudly between his legs.

Kenji leaned down and kissed me again. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every moment. He slipped off my skirt and underwear, leaving me bare. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but also safe. He pulled away, grabbed his pants and went through the pockets until he found a condom. He slipped it on and stared at me.