Yuki didn't need to be told twice.
Aiko's desperate moans were music to his ears, and he answered her plea by sliding two fingers into her pussy. Her back arched sharply, her cries muffled against the pillow as he thurst his two fingers slowly at first—then deeper, faster, watching her squirm.
Aiko bent lower, letting both his fingers move deeper into her body. Her face was still pressed down to the mattress with her hands holding tight.
"Damn, you're so wet," he growled, his voice ragged with need. "This is what happens when you're naughty." He slapped her ass, cupping it from the bottom until they could fit in both into his palms.
Damn, Aiko's husband was truly missing a lot!
Her fingers gripped the sheets again, her legs trembling from being pressed on the bed for too long. "Yuki, oh Fuck. Oh my, mmhm"
He leaned down and captured her lips in a fierce, consuming kiss—one that stole the very breath from her lungs. Her lips swollen and red but that didn't stop her from matching his vibes.
He turned her over again, her breast dangling down from chest. He grabbed one, softly pressing it against his palms. Her nipples were hard. Her whimpers turned into cries when he pulled out both his fingers.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, pressing her soft breasts against his chest. "Let me...." Her smile was that of an enchanting goddess, as she pushed him down on the bed, climbing over him.
Her hands trembled slightly, sliding down his hips, tracing the waistband before tugging it slowly with her pinky fingers. Swears, he was already dripping wet. Her hand went lower, coursing through the lines of his stomach until it stopped there. On his dick.
Yuki's head spun downwards, gaze fixed on whatever her hand was doing to his dick. "A-Aiko..." he rasped, eyes wide, voice barely holding itself together.
"Huh---" He muttered, losing his sanity at the brink. Aiko was just too perfect with what she does. That fact itself couldn't be disputed anytime nor anywhere. And her fingers were like minds on its own. He felt a build up in his dick, a pressure coiling so tightly it nearly drove him insane.
"I-I can't... it feels—" His sentence broke off into a gasp, his head falling back against the pillow as his body trembled beneath her.
Aiko leaned closer, her lips brushing the lobe of his ear, her thumb swept across his tip gently. He let out a strangled, broken moan, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving as he came hard into her hand, his release hot and fast.
For a moment, the world went completely still.
Yuki lay there, panting, stunned as his cum continued drip on the bedsheet. Aiko watched him with a soft, satisfied smile, brushing her fingers lightly against his flushed cheek. "I didn't know the quiet student in my class was this rough in bedroom."
"Does this mean you'd give me good grades, Miss Tanaka?"
Aiko's smirk deepened, her fingers trailing lazily down his chest. "Good grades?" she purred, eyes glinting with mischief. "With a mouth like that and hands like those? You might just make it to the top of the class."
Yuki's lips curved, still catching his breath. "Then I guess I'll have to keep impressing the teacher. I wouldn't want to fail... especially not in oral exams."
Aiko leaned in, their lips almost touching. This time around, there wasn't any hesitation from her. "Careful, Yuki. I might start assigning extra credit. And those lessons? They don't come cheap."
He chuckled, voice husky. "What if I want a full course—practical and theory?"
Her fingers slid back down, helping him pull up his underwear to his knees. "Then show up to class early," she whispered, "and bring that dirty mouth with you."
He dared not to believe as he fell on the bed, dressing up completely and as for Aiko, she had changed into a thin lace underwear from her closet, now wearing a baggy shirt that reached to her ankle. "Did you forget why you came here Yuki? It's already late and I haven't learnt how to bake a cake."
"How about I come here next time?"
"By 8pm, when Missmi is better asleep or at his second aunt's house."
Aiko didn't answer too quick. She had a lot of things slated for Sunday and that included drafting up her lecture notes in the teacher's lounge. She walked over to the room door, leaning against its frame. "I have a lot of things sadly. School work and also, there's an online conference I have to finish up."
"Then we can meet during school hours?"
"Um, I will think about it." Aiko strode out of the bedroom, the door slamming close into it's sheath. That was when reality dawned on him. Yuki fell back to the bed, exhaling weakly.
She didn't promise him tomorrow.
She didn't even promise him anything.
"Don't overthink too much. She is perhaps the kind of girl that loves her man to guess what she thinks." He let out a long, uneven breath. "Reiji would be shocked to hear that I just fucked Aiko. The one and only Aiko."
He chuckled dryly to himself, dragging a hand down his face as he stared at the ceiling. "Reiji's gonna choke on his damn energy drink." He got up from the bed, his imagination withering off while he took his steps into the bathroom.
His phone was still on the sink where he had perfectly left it, turned off and he smiled sheepishly. "So the game just needed the phone to be turned off?" It was more of a victorious smile than ever before.
He turned it on, noticing the number of missed call from Emi and then he yelled fuck out loud. Today was the Saturday bake-a-thon at the Suncrest delight. Saturday was a day with high rush in of customers either booking for private ceremonies or just coming in to enjoy themselves.
"Where the fuck have you been Yuki Mori! I had to handle the flush of people and you know that isn't easy for me. Don't bother coming, you're fired."
He swiped through the call logs: seven missed calls, two texts.
Emi: Where are you??? We're swamped!
Emi: Forget it. You're done. Don't bother coming.
His stomach dropped. He was fired just like that. "Oh my, I have to apologize to Emi. She didn't deserve this." He groaned, taking his rumpled shirt from Aiko's bedroom floors and rushing out of the house.
He ran as fast his legs could take him until he stumbled in front of the glass back entrance to the bakery, pulling out his card and shoving it to the monitor.
"What the hell?" he whispered, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temple. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, then tried the card again.
"No, no, no—come on..." he muttered, slamming his palm against the glass. He cleaned off the corner of the card again, trying to attempt but he stopped. He peeked through the glass, struggling to see truly the newly tinted black window. "Emi?" He called out but there was no response.
He screamed, kicking the dustbin on the street. The metal bin clanged and rolled over with a loud crash, drawing the attention of a few passersby, who turned to stare before quickly minding their business again. Yuki didn't care.
"Fuck!" he barked again, raking his hands through his messy hair. "Here goes my tuition fee for next session!"