Emiko is shown things she's never had

She kissed him back, her lips soft and warm, her tongue meeting his, her hands reaching up to wrap around his neck. He pulled her up, their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin, her legs wrapping naturally around his waist. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing through his veins.

"I love you too, Emiko," he whispered, his voice soft, his breath hot against her skin. "You're my woman, now and forever."

He looked into her eyes, his gaze soft, his touch gentle, his lips brushing against hers. He kissed her softly, his tongue tracing the contours of her mouth, and she kissed back. Their lips locked together in a delicate dance, neither of them wanting to be the one to break it.

Her hands wandered over his body, her fingers tracing the scars on his back, the marks of battles fought and won, of wars survived. She finally drew back, though she quickly began pecking at his face upon seeing the disappointment etched on it.

"Touch me, Tomas," she whispered, her voice soft, her eyes dark with desire, with need. "Claim what's yours."

He didn't hesitate, his lips finding hers once more, his tongue delving into her mouth, his hands cupping her breasts, grasping at her soft flesh. His fingers were rough, calloused from years of hard labor and battle, yet gentle, reverent.

His hands moved to her ass, pushing her up. His mouth moved to her breasts, his lips closing around a hard nipple, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. She arched her back, pressing herself into him, her body responding to his every touch, her breath coming in short gasps against his scalp.

He moved his mouth to her other breast, his teeth lightly grazing her skin, his tongue flicking against her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching, her need growing with each passing moment. He continued to push her up, his mouth moving from her breasts to her stomach, his tongue tracing circles around her navel, his teeth nipping at her soft flesh. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against her skin, could feel his desire, his hunger, his need.

She moved higher still, his hands parting her thighs, his mouth hovering over her most intimate parts. She could feel his eyes on her, taking in the sight of her at her most ****, most exposed. She was wet, her juices glistening on her smooth, shaven skin, the scent of her arousal clear in the air. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the length of her slit, tasting her, savoring her. She gasped, her breath caught in her throat, her body tensing with anticipation. He continued his exploration, his tongue delving between her folds, finding her clit and circling it gently, his mouth closing over it, his lips sucking softly. She couldn't help but cry out, the pleasure building within her, her body writhing with every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck of his lips.

His tongue continued its journey, exploring her depths, finding the spots that made her gasp and moan, that made her body tremble with desire. She was lost in him, lost in the sensations that he was awakening within her, the fire that was building between them. She couldn't think, could only feel, only surrender to the pleasure that he was giving her.

Her hands tangled in his hair, her fingers gripping the strands tightly, her body moving in sync. She rolled and grinded her hips into his face, and he let her, let her take control, let her dictate the rhythm, the pace, the intensity.

She could feel the pressure building within her, the pleasure mounting with each stroke of his tongue, each suck of his lips, each gentle graze of his teeth. She was close, so close, the world around her fading into nothingness, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of him, the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his breath. She couldn't help but think of Julián on their wedding night, her husband rolling away after taking his pleasure with her, leaving her unfulfilled, unquenched.

Then, suddenly, she was there, the world exploding into a million pieces of light and color, her body arching in his grasp, her thighs clamping tightly around his head, her hands pulling at his hair. She cried out his name, a sound of pure ecstasy, pure release, pure pleasure. He continued to pleasure her, his tongue and lips never stopping, never slowing, prolonging her orgasm, drawing it out, making her writhe and gasp and moan with pleasure. Her body convulsed, her legs shaking, her muscles tensing, her toes curling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and all of a sudden she found herself falling backwards, no longer in control of her body.

She flew through the air, but he caught her, his strong, muscular arms encircling her, pulling her to him upside down, her back pressed against his chest. His lips found her folds again, continuing his work on her still sensitive pussy. His arms wrapped around her legs, keeping her in place, preventing her from squirming away.

She came again, and again, her body wracked by waves of pleasure, her legs shaking, her voice hoarse from moaning. The blood rushing to her head made her feel as though she was in a trance, his tongue and his lips being the only things that kept her sane, her sanity anchored to his.

He continued, unrelenting, his mouth and tongue never slowing, never ceasing, her juices gushing out with each wave of orgasm, flowing freely down her thighs, coating his face, dripping down her belly.

And finally, after she had gone completely limp, her body a ragdoll in his grasp, did he let her down. She fell on her back to his cot, her legs spread wide open, her body completely spent. She could feel the sweat coating her skin, the wetness of her juices on her body, the stickiness of his saliva on her folds, the throbbing, aching pleasure between her legs. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only lay there, her chest heaving, her body trembling, her heart racing. Her mind was blank, her thoughts scattered, her senses overwhelmed with the aftershocks of her pleasure.

Serrano stood up, looking down at her with a smug grin, his cock fully erect again, standing proudly, ready to claim her.

"Ughhh..." Emiko wanted to say something witty, or seductive, as she always do, but only a low moan came out. It was the most intense series of orgasm she had ever had, and he deserved to know it. But her lips couldn't form the words, and so she simply laid there, staring at him with her mouth half-open, her eyes glazed over.

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle, his tongue tracing her lips, his breath hot against her skin. "You are mine, now and forever," he whispered, his voice hoarse, filled with emotion. "Mine, forever."

She could only muster a nod, her entire body still tingling and trembling, her breath ragged. Her eyes fluttered closed and she felt him leave, her lips still tingling from his kiss.

When her eyes opened again, she saw Serrano sitting at his table, reading a letter. She sat up, feeling the wetness between her legs, her thighs still sticky. She could smell her own scent, the sweet, musky aroma of her arousal and his saliva, the evidence of their passion. She could hear the soft rustle of his papers, the gentle hum of the electric lamps, and the distant sounds of the unceasing war.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice hoarse, her throat dry. He turned to her, a smile tugging at his lips, his eyes soft, filled with a tenderness that she had rarely seen.

"You fell asleep," he said, his voice gentle, reassuring. "You were so beautiful, so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."

"I... thank you," she murmured, feeling a flush of warmth spread across her cheeks. In all her years and all the men she slept with, she had never encountered a man that would have stopped just to watch her sleep, to not take his pleasure. Her former husband would have fucked her senselessly, uncaring whether she was awake or not, and the other men who she had fucked, who she had let fuck her, would have done the same.

Serrano's smile grew wider, his eyes twinkling. "I'm sorry for pushing you over the edge like that. I couldn't help myself," he said, his voice filled with affection, with care. "You were just so beautiful, so irresistible."

She felt her cheeks grow even hotter, her blush deepening. She had never felt so cherished, so loved. She didn't know how to respond, didn't know what to say. She could only nod, her eyes never leaving his face, her lips parted in a silent sigh of contentment.

She got out of his bed and went to stand by his side, leaning against him. She was much shorter than him, and her head barely reached his even when he was sitting. He put his arm around her and pulled her close, his strong, muscular body radiating warmth, his scent enveloping her, the smell of him, of his sweat, of their passion. He was still naked, his cock semi-hard, resting between his muscular thighs.

"What are you reading, Tomas?" she asked, looking at the letter in his hand.

"It's from your daughter," he replied, his voice low, his tone serious. "She wants me to meet her at the Palacio. She says she wants to discuss the future of our country, the future of the army."

"Will you go?" she asked, her voice barely audible, her heart pounding in her chest. She remembered her mission, the purpose of her visit, though it seemed so distant now, so far removed from the reality of this moment, from the passion and desire that had consumed her.

"For you, Emiko, I would walk the earth, swim the oceans, and fly to the moon. For you, my love, I would do anything," he replied, his words sincere, his eyes shining with emotion. He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her forehead, his breath warm against her skin.

"Thank you, Tomas," she whispered, her heart filled with gratitude, with love, with a sense of belonging that she had never felt before. "For everything. For this night. For this moment."

She kissed him again, her lips soft, her touch gentle, her tongue tracing the contours of his mouth, the taste of him, of their shared pleasure. He kissed her back, his lips hard, his tongue insistent, his desire clear, his need palpable. She could feel the heat building between them again, the passion rising like a flame, burning bright, consuming all in its path.

"Take me, Tomas," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Take me as I've never been taken before. Make me yours, completely, utterly."