Valentine's Night

Afterwards, Youji could never really remember how it had happened. February 15th, the day after Valentine’s Day he’d been reading in his room, still recovering from the rush the day before when his phone had rung. It was Manx’s voice. She gave him an address and told him to come there without explaining why. Curiosity alone would have made him agree, but he knew himself well enough he couldn’t refuse a request from a lady, so he drove to the address she gave him.

He found the apartment block, rode up to the right floor and knocked gently on the door. It opened, and there was Manx standing there expectantly, a simple plain but tight black dress clinging to her curves. Her eyes were sparkling, her hair was curled, her face was perfectly made up and her lips were cherry red against her pale skin. It made his heart race just to look at her.

“Thank you, for coming Youji. I have something for you.” Manx held out a box of chocolates. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you these yesterday. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Youji took the expensive chocolates. “Thank you, Manx. I never knew you cared.”

“Come in,” she said.

He shrugged off his coat, removed his shoes, and put the chocolates down. Then he closed the door.

Manx watched him until he had straightened up and was looking into her eyes again. Then, before he could speak, she stepped forward and kissed him. Her mouth was hot, her lips tasted of cherries. He could feel her body pressing him back against the door as he held her by the waist, already imagining the feeling of her skin underneath the dress.

But part of him was still in awe of her, even now, like a schoolboy fantasising about his teacher. Then she stepped back and that all changed. Her hair was awry, her lipstick was smudged and her eyes were burning. She wasn’t the untouchable doll anymore, she was just a woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her.

There was one more question hovering on his lips, but she seemed to know it already, pressing against him again and saying in a desperate whisper, “Call me Hanae.”

Hanae. He didn’t know if that was her real name or if it was just another alias, but as she bent her head to his neck he didn’t care. The warmth of her breath was a tingle, but then as her lips caressed the base of his neck he felt a current run through his entire body and stifled a moan. She kissed the other side, harder but slower and his skin caught fire as every muscle in his body tensed. At the same time, her hand drifted down to his waist and pressed gently against the front of his pants, and this time he couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure as his entire body tensed, fighting against the urge to surrender to the compulsion rushing through him.

The moment of uncertainty passed, and as he looked into her eyes, the feeling dimmed. She looked back at him, perfectly calmly, and kissed him again. It was more gently this time, but now her hand was moving up and down, slowly and gently as the pleasure rose and fell like waves.

She undid his shirt, one button at a time, bending and placing delicate burning kisses on the skin of his chest. Her tongue traced the outlines of his nipples, tasting his skin so delicately that he felt almost nothing, yet his chest was rising and falling heavily and his heart was pounding.

Finally, after minutes that seemed like days, she adjusted her dress and got down on her knees in front of him. Without any drama she undid his pants and let them slip to the floor. Then, very slowly, she carefully eased his underpants down off his hips and to the floor. Freed from them, Youji’s body moved urgently, desperately with a will he could not control. The motion lasted only a second and once it subsided, she looked up at him, and that look he understood that she did not want him to restrain or hold back. His pleasure was as important to her as it was to him.

Then she took him gently in her hands and kissed him. He gasped as the pinpricks of pleasure spread from the point where her lips touched him, singing up and down his body. She touched her tongue against him and ran it up his entire length, and he moaned the name she’d told him. She kissed him again and again, each time opening her mouth and sliding her lips over skin so sensitive it felt tiny movement she made.

With each kiss, Youji trembled against her. His breath came in gasps, his head tossed, his toes clenched and his hands sought desperately for something to cling on to as the pleasure throbbed through his body.

Finally, as he shook with ecstasy, she took him into her mouth and held him there. Youji cried out, unable to feel anything but the wave of heat and pressure building inside him. It peaked in an instant of burning bliss that exploded inside him as he gasped one last time.

“Hanae... Hanae!”

Then it was over. Gone. It drained away and left him exhausted, breathing heavily and sagging against the wall for support. The tension inside him finally uncoiled and he remembered the rest of the world was still there.

Manx straightened up and adjusted her dress. Youji opened his mouth to speak, but had no idea what to say.

She spoke while he was still trying to decide. “Make yourself comfortable, Youji. I’m going to get changed. I’ll be back soon.” She smiled. “Mix yourself a drink. You look like you need one.”

She turned and walked away without another word. Youji stumbled out of his pants, leaving them on the floor and managed to make it over to the table, where a bottle of scotch waited for him. With his hand trembling, he poured himself a drink and downed it in, then poured another one and slumped back onto a welcoming couch. Closing his eyes, he could still see her looking up at him, and he could still feel the touch of her mouth on his tingling skin.

When she came out of the bedroom he almost dropped his drink. She wore nothing but a simple black silk negligee that ran from a plunging neckline which exposed the tops of her full breasts to barely past her hips, letting him see almost all of her long white legs as she stood in the doorway.

Watched him staring at her in awe and smiled. She took her time reaching across him, every step a slow and sensual sway of her hips. She finally sat next to him, then bent over and kissed him gently. He kissed her back, getting to know the rhythm of her breathing and the taste of her lips and the feel of her body under his hands. They parted, and she took his right hand and kissed the tips of his fingers one by one. Then she guided his hand across her cheek, down her neck and across her shoulder, then further, gently but firmly over the soft curve of her breasts. His hand moved slowly over her stomach under the silk, then she parted her legs and he felt her tremble as he moved across the lace of her panties and the smooth softness of her inner thigh.

“Come to bed with me, Youji,” she whispered.

He wanted to ask why, to know the answer to the look in her deep blue eyes, but he was terribly afraid that if he spoke the spell would break and it would all be over. She took his hand and squeezed it, then led him from the couch into the next room and the wide, white bed that waited there.

She sat him down on the edge of the bed and climbed into his lap, bending her knees and straddling him. He felt the friction of the laced panties as she pushed against him, and his body began to stir again. He pushed her hair aside and ran his lips over her neck, returning the long, slow kisses she had given him. He buried his head in her skin, tasting and touching it.

He’d always wondered what she sounded like in bed, and now he knew as he was rewarded with a long, slow sigh and another whisper: “Harder, Youji.”

He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her tightly against him. He pressed his teeth against the smooth skin at the base of her neck and bit. He felt her shudder in his arms, the grip of her thighs tightened and her head tipped to the side, exposing more of her neck and allowing him to bite her again. She gripped his arms and moaned, louder each time, shivering in his arms. Her heart pounded and her hips began to push against him, sending tingles down his own body as he felt the heat between her thighs.

Youji felt himself respond, pushing against her. Then she pushed him back. Her eyes were burning, half closed. Her red lips were trembling and her chest rose and fell against him. She pushed the open shirt off his shoulders and wrenched it off him, then dived down with kisses so hard they were almost bites against his chest, digging her fingers into the flesh of his arms. She pulled away again and kissed his mouth hungrily clinging on to him as her body burned against him, forcing her tongue against his and biting his lips.

Youji pushed both hands under her ass and lifted her up, squeezing her. She moaned again and he seized the black silk that covered her and lifted it over her head. Her body was perfect, white skin marred only by the red marks on her neck and full, firm breasts which now pressed against the hot skin of Youji’s chest.

Manx pressed her forehead against his, panting, as he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed. His heart roared in his chest as Manx pushed hard against his hands, gasping through parted lips. Youji bent his head and once again repaid her favour, running his tongue across the surface of her breasts, encircling her nipples as they rose against it. They were fully erect almost instantly, and he took one in his mouth and squeezed it with his teeth. He felt a shudder run through Manx’s entire body and she cried out. Her hips moved urgently against him as he sucked on her other nipple, and this time she gasped his name.

The rhythm of her hips and the pressure of her touch was almost too much to bear now. He could feel the pressure building inside himself. Her hot skin filled his hands, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more. She seemed to sense it and pressed both hands against his chest, forcing him back onto the sheets. She clambered off him, then once again pulled off his underpants and socks, leaving him lying naked on her bed, watching her stand at the foot of the bed, his whole body singing with desire and anticipation.

She pulled a small square packet out of her bedroom draw and casually threw it to him. She stood there another moment, her skin flushed red, her eyes and lips still speaking of the urgent desires inside her. She very slowly pushed the thin black fabric from her hips, exposing the auburn mound of hair and watched him admire her naked body. She waited until he was safely sheathed, then bent over once more, moving on all fours across the bed and over Youji, reaching out and pinning his arms to the covers as she moved until she was above him, holding him down.

He struggled against her, twitching and trembling with desperation. She held him still and gave him one last smile. Then she took him in her hand. He let out a moan. She closed her eyes and pushed onto him.

The pleasure was intense. All the more for being forced to wait for it. The heat inside her was incredible, and it seemed to grow every second, sending waves of ecstasy through his body. His hips bucked, pushing further inside her. She cried out, tossing her head, letting go of his arms and pressing her hands against his chest, digging in with her nails.

She straightened up and they moaned as one, moving her hips back and forth and up and down. He felt every motion and for a moment just lay back, looking up at her, meeting her eyes as her breasts rose and fell, her eyelids fluttered and she bit her lip.

Then she bent low and moved faster. Scarlet hair cascaded around him, so that all that existed was her beautiful face, eyes wide now, mouth open and her breath coming in gasps that mixed with moans. Every motion sent a burst of pleasure through Youji, building slowly in intensity. Above him, Manx’s breasts shook, so he reached up and pressed his hands against them, squeezing her nipples again. She gasped, and he squeezed again, feeling the shudder as the urgency of her motion increased.

His own hips moved against her, pleasure begging for more. He was gasping now, feeling her fingers dig into his skin, feeling her whole body start to shake. She squeezed him, gasping uncontrollably, grinding desperately against him as the heat inside her reached a crescendo and she cried out.

He felt her orgasm from the inside out, gripping him tightly as the pleasure seemed to superheat her body for a long moment as she rode through the last wave of pleasure and it slowly began to ebb.

“Oh yes...” she murmured, breathless. “Oh Youji...”

He was still hard inside her, but in that moment even his urgency ebbed. Without resisting, she let him roll her over onto her back and lay there, her hair askew, her arms spread, her skin flushed, her legs spread with moisture glistening on her inner thighs, her breasts trembling, her nipples still hard, her mouth smiling, her eyes never leaving his.

It was too much for him to resist. As if he had no will of his own, he was on top of her. Her hips rose to welcome him and he pushed deep inside of her, groaning as he felt the hot flesh holding him tightly again. He lay against her, hearing her heartbeat, her fingers on his back and her lips as he bent down to kiss her mouth again. She sighed as he trembled inside her, gasping as he pushed in response to urges he couldn’t control.

He wanted it now. He could feel how close it was, his whole body screaming for him to lose control. But he fought back, keeping his movements gentle, feeling the ripples of pleasure as he moved inside her, sighing with each motion.

All he could feel now was the burning heat and desire inside him. It was beyond his waist now, filling his entire body but focussed to a single point of blinding ecstasy. Manx was shuddering underneath him as he pushed harder and harder, wanting more and more. She raised her hips again, wrapping her legs around him, holding him tightly as he shuddered against her. She cried out too, digging her fingernails into his back and moving with him. He pushed himself up on his hands, bending his back and thrusting deep inside her, one last tremor as he cried out wordlessly, his cries mixing with hers.

His entire body shook with the effort of the instant, a long, agonising, burning second of throbbing ecstasy. It went on forever, the unbearable climactic intensity that filled the whole world as they came together.

Then it was over, fading into the wave of warm bliss which washed through him.

“Hanae... Hanae...”

He murmured her name again, sinking into the welcoming caress of her skin. He felt her relax around him, almost going limp. He closed his eyes, able to feel nothing but their shared sensations, resting his head on her breast and listening as her heartbeat softened and slowed.

They lay there together for a small, warm eternity, then she shifted uncomfortably underneath him. He pulled out with a last sigh and rolled over to clean himself up. When he was finished, Manx was under the sheets with a cigarette between her lips. She smiled, lit it and held one out to him.

“I said come to bed, I didn’t just mean to fuck. Stay.”

“How can I refuse?” Youji said.

He took the cigarette and slid between the sheets next to her. There was a moment of awkward adjustment as he tried not to lie on her hair, then she was lying against his chest next to the ash tray she’d balanced on him. They smoked the cigarettes in silence.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” Manx asked afterwards.

Youji shook his head. “I never do.”

She shivered and blinked. “That’s why it had to be you, Youji.”

There was another long silence. She moved the ash tray and rested her head on his chest, running her fingers across the marks she’d left.

“You aren’t going to tell the others, are you?”

Youji grinned. “Miss Manx, they would never believe me. And don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not the first woman to leave marks on my back.”

Manx smiled. It was a smile he’d never seen before. With her messy hair, her flushed skin and that smile, she looked more beautiful now than he had ever seen her before.

“How much longer can I call you Hanae?”

“Until you leave.”

Ten minutes later, they lay together in the dark. Youji knew how it would end. In the morning they would wake up late and he would make slow, tender love to her, then bathe, collect his clothes and his chocolates, and go back to the flower shop where Ken would be furious he’d disappeared all night and was late for his shift. And the next time there was a mission he’d put her arm around her and she’d shrug it off like nothing had ever happened, and he’d never speak a word of it even though he’d never forget their night together.

But that was tomorrow. Now, Youji and Hanae held each other, and slept.