I'm giving it to her.

In the silence of the hall, you let yourself slip into desire… Lust? Love? Was this love? You swallow and look around the room one more time before odding. “I suppose I could spend a few moments with you.”

Akiko’s eyes glimmer with a dark desire; it wasn’t cute. It was downright sexy the way she looked at you. Your pulse quickens, and you figure this was the right thing to do. Akiko was technically your priority. “Let me rinse off first, but come to my room in say… 15 minutes?”

“I’ll make it happen,” you say, a little too quickly, and you both leave the table. You silently pray and make sure you don’t bump into Kenji. Crossing paths with him now would probably mean lying to him or leaving Akiko standing up in her own room. And neither seemed like a glamorous way to end the night. However, it seemed the night was in your favor, because you made it to Akiko’s room.

Her door swings open, and she drags you for more than one reason. First, this wasn’t allowed for either you or her. And second, she was in her underwear. Her room was much warmer than the hall, and the rush of cool air seeping through the door made her skin prickle with bumps.

She hugs herself, slim and fit, clad only in panties and a bra. You stare, but not for long. “I feel overdressed,” you wink.

“We can change that,” she muses, reaching to undress you and starting with the top buttons of your shirt. “I’m not coming on too strong, am I?” Akiko met your gaze, and she worked your buttons quickly, but without a tremble.

“Easily,” you remark, watching her fingers dance button to button as you reach out to hold her hips. She’s warm, tender, and easy to grip. The way she undresses you makes your cock grow, and it’s almost embarrassing how this only recently broken-in virgin makes your mind spin with perverse desires.

It seems like too long, she pushes you to the sheets of her hotel bed and straddles you, eagerly meeting your lips in the first you’ve had in eternity. She grinds against your underwear and then offers her neck to you to kiss like it's your first time.

You don’t need to ask if that’s what she wants, or if she’s sure. You reach out with your tongue and suck a kiss on her neck, careful not to leave any drastic marks behind. A purring moan breaks into the room as she sinks lower. “Kubi... motto suwarete, motto tsuyoku... anata no ha de, midasarete."

Again, you aren’t sure what it means, but you guess she wants you to kiss her there. So, that’s what you do. Akiko responds with a soft murmur and continuation of her Japanese whispering.

She takes your hand, guides it between her legs, where you find a generously wet pussy with her slit around, drooling, aching to be used as you had done before. You bypass her panties entirely and start touching her sensitive pussy. Already, she’s jolting and gasping near your ear as she feels your chest. “Koko... motto susotte, watashi o... motto kanjite."

You finally let out a small breath. “I don’t understand you.” Your fingers are now soaking in her juices, though. Smooth, sticky wetness envelops your digits, and they’re just teasing.

“I’m… it’s hard… for me to… focus on my… English…” She shakes her head and gasps sharply, her hips moving with a panicked urge. “Motto... chikaku ni, watashi o kanjitai... anata no subete o~!!”

There’s a fumble in her words, and she's rushing to your waistband. Your fingers slip from her vagina, and when you glance down, you can just see how thoroughly wet she is. Even before you got to her parts, she was leaving marks on you from her earlier grinding.

Akiko’s fingers start pumping you awkwardly, but after a few seconds, she relaxes enough to let her nerves not make her shake so much. You hold her, guiding her the best you can without showing how impatient you are getting. Then… with a tight sigh and throaty groan, you both feel each other in the most intimate way possible.

She sinks down, slowly… But her tightness closes around you, so every inch of penetration is felt intimately. Another line of incoherent Japanese rattles your head as she sobs in bliss, moaning. “Right… there!! I… Oh, God… You’re so big…~!!”

You hold her hips with a loose grip as your toes curl. Akiko shouldn’t be allowed to make you feel this good while still being so new to the concept of what this means. This goes beyond pleasure. You can’t wrap your mind around how natural this feels. You bite your lower lip and let out a deep moan, which she takes as a signal to quicken her descent.

Another few inches manage to slip into her tight hole– the sensation of your cock plunges deeper, making you jolt, intentionally going deeper than she was ready for. She gasps, moans, and becomes weak, sinking even further. She tenses. “Haah~!! You’re… supposed to… wait a little–.”

It isn’t your fault… But you don’t tell her that; instead, you nip at her neck and lick where you’ve bitten, making her squirm weakly and roll her hips against you. This goes on for a while. It might’ve been a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes; all that you’re aware of is that she’s now sunk balls deep with you.

“Maybe… one day we can celebrate your holidays like this all the time,” Akiko nuzzles against you, kissing your neck as she whispers. “Maybe after Thanksgiving, we can come back to our room and have sex.”

Your mind reels. The notion of doing this with a foreigner seems oddly distant to you, despite what you’re doing right now. “Your job?” is the best response you can conjure up, but all she does is giggle.

“We’ve married before,” she tells you, still subtly working her hips along you, working your cock around her insides. “The dancers, I mean… we make good wives.”

“I’m not…” You trail off, getting lost further in the jungle of what she’s entailing. Isn’t this moving too fast? Shouldn’t you know better?

“I’m already Gaijin…” she whispers, working more prompintly with your length inside her. “The taboos don’t… apply… to me… that much when… love is concerned…” she breaths harder, moving as she speaks.

“You’re going to take my innocence and then suggest we don’t carry through?” she murmurs, tightly. “You’re naughty… very naughty…”

The sound of skin slapping against skin starts to echo through the room; her words have become a little more accented now, but it takes nothing away. In fact, you can’t help but think it sounds a little sexier when she does this.

Akiko’s breath hitches as she moves, her warmth coating you like physical blankets. Her sliding has become more deliberate, and it's making everything in the room spin. Her walls flutter around you, finding every nerve to stimulate as she grinds back and forth, moaning deeper and deeper, trapping you in a cage of lust, love, and everything else holy in this taboo affair.

You can vaguely hear her, dissolving back to her mother tongue as her English falters. Her Japanese is raw and urgent, though. A husky melody of importance.

Her English falters, dissolving into Japanese whispers—raw, urgent, her voice a husky melody lost to the rhythm. "Koko... motto haitte... watashi no naka o... motto atsuku, motto fukaku~!!"

She pulls away, almost as though she’s expecting you to see something, but whatever words you might’ve had to respond with are quickly forgotten as you see her bra-clad chest jiggling with her frenzied movements. Her tight body and slender frame are trapping you to the covers.

Akiko’s eyes are locked on yours. Even half-lidded, you can see the burn of intense lust staring back at you. A small plea in her voice pulls you emotionally closer– she doesn’t even need words… she’s alive and young, demanding every second of your attention to be on her as she whispers more.

Her grinding slows enough to just tease, but her hips circle hypnotically like she’s seducing you with just a dance. Akiko’s slick heat slides along your length without mercy, coating you in personal warmth, drawing low groans from your dried throat that she can’t get enough of.

Eventually, she leans forward, her bra-clad chest pressing against yours. “Warren...motto... watashi o... kanjite kudasai," she murmurs, the words a husky plea, her language’s a thickener to this mix of love.

While you adjust your grip, she bites her lips and closes her eyes, feeling you move inside her. Every inch lucky enough to be inside her depth is stimulated by tight, hugging walls. She’s fully seated, using every single inch that you have provided. Her velvet heat, fluttering around you with the remaining virgin tightness.

There’s no denying her virgin tightness is still there, but now it’s joined by a confident edge. When her eyes open, they find yours in half a second. Her soft moans are bouncing off the walls and into your ears. Her hands ride up your arms to your shoulders, where they grip you for support, and dig deep enough to leave love marks.

Then, she moves up! Then down! An intense rhythm that’s all hers and no one else. Hips collide in urgency. The wet slip of your near exit and **** entry sends you over. You’re… cumming first. You realize this is probably only for a second before she goes over, too. “Ah…~! Hai~ motto~!!” she gasps, joining your climax with her own.

You’re both cumming now. Your hands rush up to her stomach, feeling her sweat against your palms, so you grunt and moan with her. Her tits are bouncing as she rides through your joined orgasms, slipping from the bra, exposing pink nipples to the hot room of forbidden love.

More Japanese slips out, raw and probably unfiltered. Her grinding turns feverish as she realizes you’re also cumming. Hot cum meeting in wet classhes inside her tummy as her descents cause the slick ride to just get slicker. Your thumbs trace her curves as you rub her up and down, not to guide or dominate, but to simply feel it…

Akiko’s nails rake down your just enough to only leave vague outlines of your session while your orgasms subside, and all the cum and juice of your overall short love session skips to an end.

She rests her forehead on yours… “Warren, aishiteru... zutto, anata dake o…”