Torn Between Two Lovers

Torn Between Two Lovers

Chapter 2


Aoshi came back after another business trip, but it did nothing to ease Misao’s bottled up sexual tension. Once again, she failed to gain release from the few times they coupled.

To make her mind forget about sex, Misao worked hard at work, harder than anyone else, in order to be completely exhausted at the end of the day. It was very hard to do since she worked with a virtual Thor in the office, and one she had to work close with.

It did not help that said Thor constantly flirted with her. It was not full on, aggressive flirting, but rather, just a brush of the hand when they reach for a working tool. Just a casual nudge, or a soft pat on the back for a job well-done.

Just those flirts were enough to send Misao’s heart racing, blood spilled to her cheeks, and Enishi knew the effect he had on her. He would grin and wink at her each time she showed a reaction. She firmly kept Aoshi, however, in her mind when she felt she would falter.

Misao tried to stave off the tension growing inside her by masturbating, but with Aoshi lying so close to her, she often did not risk the chance, lest he catch her in the act, and she would be thoroughly embarrassed, never to live it down.

Four months passed with the tension still inside Misao; bottled up, forgotten, but still there. Aoshi left for another business trip, supposed to return that night, while her and Enishi had to work on a project long since over due.

They worked overtime in order to finish it, and even then, it was still not completed. They had to work very late in order to see its completion, but the building had to be closed at a certain time.

“How about we finish it over at my place?” Enishi suggested in a business-like attitude; no alterative motive was shown.

Once again, Misao’s instincts flared violently, warning her of the danger of being alone with Enishi at his home. It was like a bright red flag was flying in her face.

Once again, Misao ignored her instincts because she felt that she could trust herself to stay faithful to Aoshi, even when she lusted after Enishi.

They were at his condominium, which was close to the office building. Enishi was completely business with Misao and the project. She started to relax around his presence as they sat at his dinning room table with the plans out in front of them.

They lost track of the time as they hurried through the business project that they were to present to Soujiro in the morning. After they were done, Misao gave a sigh of relief.

“Would you like something to drink?” Enishi asked politely, treating Misao like a guest now that the project was complete.

“No thank you.” Misao declined politely as she looked at her watch. It was nine o’clock already; Aoshi would be home soon! “I have to get home.”

“Do you really have to leave so soon?” Enishi watched her with those turquoise eyes, almost like a predator eyes its prey.

“Yes,” Misao politely declined again; in her mind, red flags were flying. “I’m going to get something to eat.”

She stood up, and Enishi followed her act. He was close again and she could feel his body heat. Her tension was starting to build again, threatening to explode.

Aoshi.

“I have to get home.” Misao informed Enishi as he bent his head closer to her.

“I know.”

His muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her tightly to him. Misao struggled to free herself from his strong grip, but her efforts were halfhearted.

Aoshi!

Enishi’s face was closer to her own face, their lips barely meters from the other. Misao leaned away from him, but she could still smell his sent, and he smelled good; like a very expensive cologne.

“Let go of me!” she demanded, this time trying with all her strength to free herself.

Enishi didn’t give Misao a chance to escape because his lips finally pressed against her soft, moist, and plump lips. His left arm was still encircled around her, and his right arm let her loose, only to travel south of her body.

His fingers lifted up her skirt, slipped into her underwear, and barely brushed her womanhood, teasing, trying to get her to yearn for his touch.

Misao tried to choke off a moan from her throat, but it still came out. She mustn’t give in! She would not give in! Enishi slipped a finger in through the first folds, so very gently and barely touching, but it left her yearning for more.

Misao tried to think of the person she was supposed to be loyal to, but her mind could not produce an image, or even his name. Instead, all her mind could think about was the soft touch that was given to her, the muscled arm that wrapped around her, and the impossibly handsome man that was kissing her.

Misao pulled away from the kiss, panting. She looked into Enishi’s eyes, and was completely lost. Just once; she’ll only do it once, just to get this burning out of her body, and then never do it again.

Once she gave into the desire, it was like a relief that flooded her, and also flooded her womanhood. Her lover saw the look in her eyes, read the acceptation, and carried her away to his room.

Enishi carefully placed Misao down on his king sized bed and laid next to her. He kissed her again, not soft, but deep and desperate. He parted her lips with his tongue and dove into her mouth, tasting the sweet taste of her mouth.

With his right hand, Enishi placed a finger gently on the hallow of Misao’s throat and with that finger, traced a path downward. Her dress shirt buttons came undone as he went down her body.

He opened the front of her dress shirt and placed light kisses on her throat, down to her chest and stomach. Misao moaned softly at the feather-like touch of his soft lips. Enishi brought her up, took her dress shirt off, and tossed it away.

He laid her back down on the bed, and with the same right hand, unfastened and unzipped her skirt. He did not take the clothing off, however, he went back to her lips and kissed her again. He loved the sweet taste of her as his tongue ravished her mouth. He licked her lips with his tongue and she moan at the sensual feeling of it.

Enishi left Misao’s mouth to lick her earlobe, his mouth closed around it, and suckled while his tongue lavished it sensually. His teeth gently pulled on her lobe, let go of it, and snaked his tongue out to flick it. He grinned when he heard her groan.

His hands very slowly snaked around to the back of her chest, unhooked her bra, and threw it aside. He look down at the breast that were always hidden from him, now fully exposed. His imagination did not do her justice.

They were the perfect size, each matching the other in harmony, the pink nipples peaked. Seeing them sent a hot thrill down his spine and pooled to his groin.

Misao blushed a little under his hot stare, but his heated look made her ache with need. She reached her right hand up to the bottom of his dress shirt, and crept upward from his abs to his chest.

Enishi sighed in pleasure at Misao’s light touch and he promptly grabbed his dress shirt with both hands on either side and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. He quickly discarded his now worthless shirt to the floor.

Misao swallowed hard at Enishi’s half exposed body. He truly was awe worthy; his muscles perfectly in place, not overdone, and his skin smooth to the touch.

Enishi placed his hands on Misao’s thin waist and snaked his way up to her soft breasts. He gently massaged them both in each hand, moved his palms, and rubbed his thumbs over them in circular motions.

Misao allowed a soft moan in throat to surface, his hands warm, the touch burning and made her feel warm and tingly all over.

It was a thrill for Enishi to touch her breasts, tease her, but he had to taste them. He leaned down to the left breast and flicked his tongue on her nipple before enclosing his mouth over the taunt sex tool. His right thumb still circled her nipple on the right breast, and Misao again gave a low moan.

Enishi nibbled his teeth over her nipple while rolling his tongue over it. Each moan she gave sent a thrill of hot pleasure through him. He had to hear more.

Enishi sat up again and pulled Misao’s skirt off. He looked at her and decided that her clothes never did her figure any justice. The only item in the way was her underwear, but he disposed of that quickly.

The straining of his erection was too tight against his pants, so he unfastened them and also discarded them with his boxer briefs.

They were both naked, and Misao got a good look at what she was going have in her, and she was not at all disappointed by his proud size. He was large and long, and he smirked at her awed staring.

“Not yet.” Enishi informed her as he opened her thighs wide to get a good look at her womanhood, which was glistening with her juices.

Misao’s cheeks developed a light color. Never had a man looked at her so intimately, save for one, but she quickly killed that thought.

Enishi saw her glistening, pink pussy, small, maybe because of her size, and he wanted to have a taste. He bent his head down between her thighs, his hands spread her outer folds apart, exposing her clit and inner folds.

He drew his tongue out and gave a rapid lick once, which made her jump with a gasp. So she liked it. The tip of his tongue flicked gently over her clit and she gasped again.

He allowed his tongue to rub her clit before he went to the inner folds, and he licked them as well. He drew his tongue out further, licking from the outside of her entrance to her clit.

Misao softly moaned again, and while that thrilled Enishi, he wanted to hear her shout loudly. So he dived his tongue into her pussy, thrusting, and making sure he rubbed her clit as well.

Finally, she gave a loud moan, and grabbed his head to press him harder against her pussy. Oh, yes, she loves it. Enishi continued to rapidly thrust her center, pulled his tongue out and sucked at her entrance, her juices filling his mouth.

She tasted good! Her juices were sweet, with an essence that was just purely Misao. Enishi suckled her clit while rubbing his tongue over it. She gave a loud cry, and his shaft gave a quick jolt in a thrill of pleasure.

Misao’s inner muscles twitched and contracted, but she did not release. Enishi would not allow her to until he had all of her.

He placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed in gentle circles while he thrusted his tongue deeply in her center. Misao moaned louder as she arched her back from the onset of pleasure rushing though her body. Gods, he had a wicked tongue!

He got back on his knees, once again spreading her thighs open widely, now saturated with her flowing juices. Enishi leaned over Misao so he put the tip of his manhood to her pussy’s entrance and pressed forward.

Enishi gave a loud moan when he entered her tight pussy. He had never felt a woman this good! Misao blushed a little deeper. She never knew a man could be so vocal, but it was also pleasurable to hear his response to her body.

He bent her legs over his shoulders so he could press himself deeper into her slick pussy, sheathing himself to his hilt. Misao moaned in her throat when Enishi entered her. He started to thrust long, deep thrusts, slowly, bordering on torture.

Misao bent her head back with another low moan in her throat, gasped when Enishi thusted in her again, and moaned low again.

He was so deep inside her and he could feel her hot muscles around his cock. He moaned again when he thrusted in. Never, ever had he felt a woman this good and tight! She was so addictive, and he almost lost himself in his thrusting.

“Misao... Oh... I love your pussy.”

Enishi gave a sharp thrust and Misao moaned out loud. She pushed her hips upward to encourage him to go faster, wanting him to be rough with her. The slowness was too much torture!

“What do you want, Misao?” Enishi panted as he slowly moved his hips up, almost taking his manhood out, and slowly pressed his hips forward.

Misao moaned louder and brought her hips up, her walls caressed his manhood in such a pleasurable way that Enishi gave another sharp thrust just to have more. He inhaled deeply to gain control of himself before he looked down at her.

“What do you want?” he repeated, looking into her green eyes.

Misao opened her mouth and moaned again when he slowly thrusted again. The pleasure flowed through her whole body, sweet caresses, and pooled back into her womanhood, only to leave her aching twice as much as before.

“Faster.” Misao moaned.

Enishi obliged her and started to thrust his hips faster. They both cried out when the pleasure flowed through them at a more rapid rate. Misao’s inner muscles twitched and constricted, but she did not release. He moaned again when he felt her muscles constrict around him, not releasing, but still in a very sensual manner.

Misao cried out when a sharp wave of pleasure shot through her body and added to the building pressure. Enishi groaned again, and his thrusts quickened.

He let go of her legs so he could wrap his arms around her small body. He kissed her lips, nibbled on her bottom lip, and licked it. She moaned when he did that, and that added pleasure to his thrusts.

Oh, how he loved her womanhood; the juices that flowed out so willingly, and the muscles that constricted to his thrusts! She only got tighter as he thrusted his manhood in and out of her.

Misao cried out a begging moan, her mind swam in the ocean of pleasure that filled her body, so it could not produce coherent words for her lover.

“More, my love?” Enishi breathed, his arms still around her petite form as he bent his head down to suckle her nipple.

Misao cried out louder, her moan still begging, her hands scratched Enishi’s back, which only made him moan in pleasure-pain. He twisted his hips so that his cock struck her clit.

She cried louder and Enishi thrusted faster, their hips slapping together, and the bed violently stuck the wall. Misao moved her hips down, tightening her walls as she did, and the pleasure intensified. She repeated the motion again and again, and all but screamed with each thrust.

Then, she felt the pressure break, and her release finally came. She arched her back into it, her pussy clinched and vibrated around Enishi’s still violently thrusting cock, and her body trembled all over from the sheer force of it. Her mouth was opened wide, but no sound came out, and her eyes were wide from the awesome power of her release.

Her back snapped upward one last time as her release bled away from her, and her walls clinched one last time. Only after she was free from her release did she moan once, and loud. Enishi still thusted in and out of her now hypersensitive womanhood, and soon, she was releasing again.

Enishi still unmercifully thrusted as Misao released again and again, her juices flowed out like a dam breaking and drenched his manhood. The feel of her juices pouring out was enough to send him over the edge; his cock clenched, twitched, and he spilled his hot seed deeply into her womb.

Misao moaned at the feel of his hot seed spilling into her. They laid there, perspiration covered their bodies, and Enishi placed a light kiss on her neck.

As Misao came down from her high, she realized what she had just done. Her body and mind, however, were too tired to deal with it at the moment. She just wanted to sleep, but she needed to get home first.

As if reading her mind, Enishi pulled out of her and rolled to her side. He wrapped one arm around her and kissed her cheek with his soft lips.

Misao wanted to cry, but she had to keep her mind together until she got home. She sat up, got off the bed, and started gathering her discarded clothes.

“I have to go home.” she informed Enishi of the obvious.

“I know.” he said, also get up.

Misao decided it had to be known.

“Um, this is the only time we do this, okay?” she said.

Enishi smirked and nodded once as if agreeing for now, but knowing it wasn’t true. Misao dressed, her body was relieved of the building pressure, but her heart now felt heavy.

“See you at work tomorrow.” Enishi said with the smirk still on his face as Misao exited his condo.

Misao didn’t reply.

When she got home, she undressed and got into her sleep clothes, too tired and too late to take a shower. She’ll have to do that in the morning.

Aoshi was still not home so she laid in the bed, alone, and drifted off to sleep.


To Be Continued...