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how wet I was?   The room was far from dark.   From the light streaming in the window, I would have guessed that it was late afternoon.  
      I felt Akira move off the bed, and heard the sound of rustling clothing, then the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh.  
      He would rather jerk himself off than touch me , I thought, shocked and furious at the thought.  
      I lifted my arm from my eyes, unable to keep from looking.   He was standing at the edge of the bed, gloriously naked, and gripping his huge erection in both hands.   His jaw was clenched, his nostrils flared.   He released himself as our eyes met, swallowing hard.   “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.   It was his favorite phrase lately.   I hated it.  
      I ran my hands down my body, and his eyes followed them hungrily.   “Is it really so hard for you to touch me?” I asked him quietly.  
      He sighed, moving closer to me slowly, as though afraid to scare me.   “You were asleep, and naked.   I must have stripped you in your sleep.   That was so out of line of me, I kno — “   His sentence broke off as I began to touch my sex, angling my body to give him a hell of a view.   His fists clenched, but he crawled a little closer, watching my hands work.  
      “Do you think you might have a vibrator, or maybe even a cock, that I could borrow?” I asked him archly when he just continued to watch me.  
      His eyes flew to mine, and they were almost panicked.   “Are you sure?   I don’t want to take advantage of you.   Again.”  
      I wanted to scream, he was so exasperating.   “I was eighteen, Akira, fully legal.   Quit acting like you were a predator.   I seduced you, if you recall.”  
      He gave me a stern look.   “I’m ten years older, and you were barely legal, and a virgin.   And your father trusted me to look after you, not to violate you.   It was a bastard thing to do.”  
      I writhed on the bed, stroking myself shamelessly when I spoke.   “I’m twenty-six now.   Can we get over it already?”  
      I wanted him to crawl on top of me and bury himself deep, fucking me hard enough to make me forget that it was a pity fuck.   He didn’t do that.   Instead, he grabbed my hand, bringing my wet fingers to his mouth, and sucking them clean.   My jaw went slack.   It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life, his eyes closing in pleasure as he tasted me.   He released my limp hand, then gripped my legs open, and buried his face there.   He began to suck and lick and stroke, working me hard with his tongue and teeth before he started on me with thick fingers.   A sound tore from my throat, my fingers and hands rubbing again and again over his thick hair.   I clutched him to me, saying his name, again and again, as he brought me to climax.  

CHAPTER FOUR

    He perched his chin on my stomach, just above my pelvic bone, watching me come back down from the blissful orgasm.   His eyes were gentle as he studied me.   “I could do that to you all day.   Again?”  
      I fought the sudden childish urge to yank his hair out.   “I’m on the pill, and I’m quite clean.   Are you so repelled at the thought of just fucking me?” I asked him, deliberately crude and goading.   It was a new tactic, so maybe it would work.  
      He rose onto his elbows, giving me that stern, older brother look that he was so fond of.   But he was still hard and quivering as he knelt on his knees between my open thighs.   He opened my legs wider as he knelt there, staring down at me.   “I just want to be sure that this is what you want.   I don’t want to take ad — “
      I interrupted that infuriating phrase of his by sitting up, gripping his hard cock in my hand.   I stroked him hard, rolling until I could kneel down far enough to take him in my mouth.   I sucked on him desperately, as though my life depended on it.  
      He tried to pull me away by the hair, but I was