This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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She reached out and touched him lightly on the shoulder.
Yuzuru shivered and closed his eyes, breathing out slowly, silently moaning. He felt her pull his shirt off his shoulder, coming very close to him.
He opened his eyes. Her face was right in front of his. Now she kissed him on his uncovered shoulder. A shiver ran through him.
She looked at him again, still very close. He could feel her breathing. She caught his lips and kissed him very carefully. Delicately, softly, lightly.
He moaned against her desiring lips and returned the kiss. His body reacted instantly, the feelings swept him away.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and intensified the kiss. It became more passionate, wilder, the arousal took over and their tongues began to explore each other.
Ayame buried her fingers in his hair. She moaned, the lust took hold of her more and more, and she wanted him, skin and hair.
Yuzuru suddenly broke the kiss. "Wait!" he said, "you really want this?"
"Yes, yes! Yuzu! I can't go on without you, I need you, I want you!" Ayame sounded almost desperate.
He smiled tenderly at her and took her face in his hands. "Shh, shh, my flower, I want you too, I want to be there for you completely and give you all the pleasure you deserve. I promise you that! But we still have to pay attention to certain things..."
She didn't understand.
He moved away from her. "I'll be right back."
She looked after him. His arousal was abundantly clear, the shape of his pants gave it away and she bit her lower lip. He was so sexy!
"Where are you going?" "I'll be back with you in a moment, I promise, my flower!"
My flower... It was the first time he had addressed her with this pet name, and her heart melted. She lay there, in lust, a little desperate because he had left her. But she didn't have to wait long.
He came back and put a small package on the bedside table. "Before we don't know what we're doing anymore...", he whispered and she saw that he had fetched condoms.
At least one of them had remembered in this situation! She was almost ashamed of it - and also a little surprised that he had had them in the house. But she didn't want to worry about it now!
Yuzuru stood there and took off his shirt. He took his time. For the first time, he was doing this deliberately and just for her... She held her breath and whimpered a little.
Here, in all clarity, in the calm light of the bedside lamp, she saw that wonderful, perfect body again. She had seen it in action on the ice today, in motion, lithe and powerful. Now it was only there to serve her. She moaned in anticipation.
Yuzuru grinned challengingly, and slipped off his pants as well. He saw her gaze fixed on his shorts now and decided to keep them on. He didn't want to make it that easy for her either!
He knelt down on the bed and came very close to her.
"I want to see you, Aya," he whispered, slowly removing her clothes piece by piece. She just nodded and let him, staring at this incredible man. Was this really happening, or was she just dreaming? No. He was really there!
His hair hung down his forehead, slightly rumpled, his eyes burning with desire as he studied her now naked body. His hands touched her breasts, soft and warm, he covered them completely, massaging them lustfully. She pressed her head into the pillows in delight and moaned loudly.
Yuzuru covered her incessantly with little kisses that made her shudder. "You're so beautiful, Aya...," he murmured, burying his face against her neck. His breath was hot and fast. He was trembling with arousal.
"May I explore you some more?" he asked her breathlessly.
"Oh... Yuzu... please, please just do it!"
He smiled. She was putty in his hands.
His hands traveled down slowly, her firm belly, belly button, muscles, and then the fine hair, delicate skin. She twitched slightly.
He could feel the heat pouring out of her, and with small movements of his fingers he traced her moisture.
She gasped and let out a short cry when he touched her little pearl. Her back arched and she buried her hands in the sheets. He enjoyed the sight of her lust.
He explored her further with delicate fingers, parted her wetness and finally slipped a finger inside her.
"Yuzu!!!" she screamed and was in the clouds. Her moans and uncontrolled movements showed him that she loved what he was doing.
He inserted a second finger into her - she was more than ready for it - and slightly increased the rhythm of his movements.
He massaged her most sensitive zones inside her delicacy with light pressure and flexible fingers, while at the same time firmly stimulating her clitoris with his thumb, which literally demanded his touch.
"Oh... oh Yuzu, what are you doing to me..." Ayame was completely beside herself, lust overwhelming her and her climax seemed close.
Yuzuru loved seeing her like this. Out of control, under his hands, the ecstasy had absolutely taken possession of her.
He kept up the pace of his movements, but stimulated her clitoris more and more intensely.
Ayame cried out.
She pushed herself against his touch with enormous force, seeking the friction, and with uncontrollable twitching of her thighs, she finally came in his hands, screaming, intense and hard.
She sank back into her sheets and breathed heavily, her eyes wide open.
