Jada and Ayano - Collection 01

He backed her into the wall, the intensity of his intentions nearly overwhelming her. One hand was clutching her towel close to her body but Ayano tore it from her, never breaking contact from their kiss. She made a gasping sound and heard herself say "Wait a minute!" in her mind but something made her stop short of saying it aloud. She told herself this was a bad idea and shrank back a little bit to slow things down as they kissed. Then, she felt his hand on the small of her back, the other cupping her breast. Soon, he was kissing her chest and her tits. His lips admired her nipple and then he bit it gently. She cried out in pleasure and her body stood up straight, offering itself to him despite the objections of her mind. Now, she was making out with him. She ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed the back of his head. She demanded control of their kiss, her other hand on his face.

She felt his fingers run up her back, caressing her spine, her shoulder blades. He was kissing her as if drawn by a magnetic force, making low, erotic sounds. His mouth moved its way down her body, from her nipples, between her breasts, on her belly... he gently bit her rib cage and began to kiss her breasts again. She was scared of what he would do to her next, but she also knew she would not stop him, whatever it was. Her stomach had that weightless panic to it when someone misses a stair on the way down. Her pulse was going so fast and she felt her clit starting to throb.

He placed a hand on each of her hips and kneeled in front of her. She felt her body tense up against the wall. "Oh my god, he's not going to..." she started to think. He was breaking the rules: everyone knows you don't fuck a person until at least the third date. He spread her labia open with his fingers and sucked on her clit. Jada was outraged that this man she barely knew was putting his mouth on her private parts. But she felt such a rush, knowing that this was happening way too soon and there were a thousand reasons she should stop. His warm, curious tongue pressed against her clit as he worked a finger into her pussy. He licked her again and again, reaching every tender nerve.

How dare he do this to her?! He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her hips toward his tongue. She cried out again and the sound she made drove him wild. If he hadn't been so good at this, she might have stopped him.

Ayano sensed she was literally getting weak in the knees so he tore himself away from her soft, wet pussy. He took her hands and walked backward to the bed, pulling her on top of him. She felt his hard bulge underneath her and it triggered a mindless lust that immediately silenced any more internal questioning. Reaching beneath her, she pulled out his cock from his workout pants. She admired how thick and long he felt in her hand. She pumped his shaft up and down a few times and he made a primitive, animalistic groan. They both rushed frantically to get him inside of her, with no mention of a condom. The head of his cock found her wet pussy. She exhaled as she took in the rest of his cock and whimpered in relief. He thrusted upward and grabbed her ass, guiding her to ride him hard.

"Oh fuck!" she leaned forward to kiss him roughly some more while she bounced on top of him. His sweaty body against hers and his hands clawing at her everywhere created a savage excitement. "Oh fuck, just like that!" she moaned as his cock kept hitting a sensitive spot. It was so strange to notice she hadn't even hugged him before they started fucking today. His presence was still foreign to her, with no time to gradually adapt to each other.

She leaned back to ride him upright, their hips moving together in expert synchronicity. He reached forward to rub her clit with his thumb. He felt her quiver. She moaned and told him "Slow down..."

"You can cum now, I'll make you cum again." he promised. Jada absolutely believed him. He kept rubbing her clit until she was right about to climax. Then she collapsed forward on to his chest and held him as she came, her hand gripping his shoulder as she cried out.

He clutched her ass again and growled "You're so fucking sexy." He flipped her over on to the bed and got the rest of the way undressed. On her back, Jada was writhing in anticipation. Ayano got next to her and whispered into her ear.

"You had enough?" he asked gruffly, grabbing one of her tits.

"No." she breathed nervously.

"You want me to stop?" he tantalized her as he ran a finger up and down her stomach and chest.

"No." Jada felt a rush of desire and grabbed his dick, coaxing him closer. "You're so fucking hard!"

"Yeah?" he asked, waiting for her to say something.

"Keep fucking me." she said, arching her back. "Don't fucking stop."

He spread her legs wide and plunged his cock inside of her again, hard and fast, watching the beautiful expressions of elation on her face. She pulled him on top of her, her fingernails digging into his back. It made him moan. He looked at her wickedly. He thrust harder each time he felt her nails. Then, he lifted one of her legs on to his shoulder and stroked her clit again as he plowed into her. He lifted the other leg and she pivoted her hips, making her pussy feel smaller and tighter.

"Right there, right there!" she gasped. She never wanted him to stop. Any thought that wasn't about him flew away.

"I wanna cum inside you." he panted and kept going, loving every sensation.

"Cum inside me, oh god!" her whole body shuddered as she came again. He grasped her thighs as he came inside her. She didn't care, she was on the pill. Good enough. As he caught his breath, he wiped sweat off his brow and laid down next to her again. They felt too overheated for postcoital cuddling, so they faced each other in a loose embrace.

"I owe you so much more romance than that." he told her, giving her a kiss.

"I don't need romance." she lied. "But if you weren't such a good lay, I'd be mad."

"I'm so sorry. I am a weak man. And I was so sure you would come to me first." he said, his handsome features forming a pout.

"You did seem pretty sure."

"I was thinking about you all the time," he confessed, tracing the shape of her collarbone with his finger absently while he gazed into her eyes. "About you coming up to my room. Or maybe, approaching me at the pub one night and sneaking off together..."

"There's still time for that." she smiled.

"Good. I want every second with you I can get." he told her. His gaze was so direct. A vacation fling, she thought. This was going to be so hot.

THE AFFAIR

They spent the weekend together, the majority of it in one of their rooms. Jada was having fun playing with the barbell studs in his nipples and she found that he got off on a little bit of pain. They had an adult conversation about birth control and STDs; she was on the pill and got tested twice a year or so. Each said it was unusual for them to have unprotected sex unless it was discussed first. He also was tested regularly and apologized again for his impulsive behavior. Both said they were disease and infection free. They didn't feel the need to discuss the exact details of their sexual history, but they asked each other if they had more or fewer than twelve partners a year and they both said fewer. One of them was lying and it wasn't Jada.

Jada suggested that they keep their affair under wraps because she didn't want the gossip to distract everyone from the training. Plus, she would enjoy the game of keeping it secret. Ayano said he couldn't care less what his students thought about his personal life, but he would keep his mouth shut if that's what she wanted.

On Monday morning, Jada crept out of his room bright and early, hoping to avoid detection. Ayano showed up to teach their lessons late, as he never did. Midway through the morning, Ayano was walking by and Jada stopped him.

"You look so tired..." she said in a tone of false pity.

"Someone has been fucking my brains out. I don't get any sleep!" he teased. "I have to maintain a professional reputation. Not distract from the training."

"Come by later and I'll make sure you have another sleepless night." she said quietly.

"Oh, good..." he said "I don't really have a sleep fetish anyway..."

"Heavens. What kind of fetishes do you have?" she asked, pretending to clutch at pearls around her neck.

"For right now, we'll start with my naked woman fetish. I have to gauge when I announce these things." he said, smirked, and walked to the other side of the room.

For the rest of the day's lessons, he instructed her almost as if nothing had changed between them, making sure that he divided his time evenly between the students and wasn't openly ogling her. The main difference was where and how long his hands lingered on her body during instruction. She loved how he was guiding her, showing her how to use her body effectively to protect herself. Feeling his fingertips on her thighs made her want to pounce on him right then and there.

After the lessons had ended, they counted the hours until dinner. He invited her upstairs to eat on a private balcony near his suite on the top floor. It all came very naturally. He never spoke as if offering a tour-- of the unfamiliar Europe or of himself. She felt less like a schoolgirl with a crush now and more like a woman being courted. At dinner, she caught him staring at her so often that he became the embarrassed one. They finished eating and went straight to his bed, without pretense, and fucked as only new lovers can fuck.

Jada's favorite time with him was the pillow talk. At her age, Jada equated sex with intimacy and the pillow talk ended up making her feel closer to someone. She felt comfortable revealing more of herself when she was already naked. After a few more days of sneaking around in the mornings, clandestine contact during lessons, and truly spectacular lovemaking, their pillow talk got more intimate.

"We have very good chemistry..." Ayano commented, kissing her chest between her breasts. "Tell me, what else do you like in bed?"

"Hmm..." she considered. "I like when a man lets me get off first, when he really pays attention to what makes me feel good. The clit is a must. Um, dirty talk can be really sexy... Sometimes, role play... I don't know, I'm open to trying new things, it's easier to say what I know I don't like."

"What don't you like?"

"Spitting is disgusting and kills the mood. Choking is too scary. And no anal. Ever. It's gross, and painful. It is also a turn-off if a guy tries to get me to change my mind about these things." she told him.

"What about women? Have you ever been with a woman?" he asked, looking like he was picturing that right now.

"Yes. A few times. It's a very different feeling. Women can read each other better. I like being with a woman, physically, but the relationship part was really hard." she explained, running her fingers through his hair.

"You are a lot of work, you women!" he teased.

"Some of us are worth it." she said. He put his arms around her and they laid there in an easy silence. The sun was setting outside the window, casting a golden-pink light in the room.

"France is so beautiful." she said quietly. After a moment, she commented again. "Only a little more time here. I had no idea I would like it so much."

"Maybe I should move up my trip to Gotham. I need to be there for the end of the financial year in July anyway. We could extend our... liaison." he suggested without any indication that he was worried about rejection. Or worried about anything.

"Liaison... you Europeans." she repeated, rolling her eyes. She stopped cuddling with him and sat up. "I have some questions."

He shifted his position as well.

"What are your questions?" he asked, sounding amused.

"How old are you?"

"How old are you?" he countered.

"I'm twenty three, almost twenty four."

"Me too." he grinned.

"You are not."

"Ok, 27?" he tried.

"Stop it! How old are you, really? I am trying to make an informed decision here."

"What, you wouldn't want to be seen escorted around by an old man?"

"No, Ayano, I want to know how different our lives are."

"I'm sure I could barely keep up with you."

"How old?" she insisted.

"Bine, bine, bine. I am 38." he conceded. "Am I too old for a hot young thing like you?"

"Hmm... I think so..." she joked, crawling on top of him on the bed.

"Mmmph. If we're going to keep talking, I don't think I can concentrate with you there. You see, I've sculpted your body into the masterpiece we see today over the last few weeks and I really like to admire my work." he said, before biting his bottom lip. He looked like he expected to get slapped for that. And that he might like it.

"Shut up! So, you want to spend some more time with me, in Gotham? Are you going to follow me around like a puppy dog? What do you do in Gotham?"

"Mmph, you're killing me." he responded, shifting her position slightly. "When I'm in Gotham, I live in a brownstone in the East Village. My company has an office in midtown, I go to meetings but not every day. I go to formal business dinners with people who buy metal: German, Japanese, Indian, whatever. Occasionally, my colleagues and I attend some black tie functions. I work out and compete in a few mixed martial arts competitions. I go to bars with friends, employees, whoever. There. Do you like my life?" he finished, grabbing her thighs wantonly.

"It sounds like you stay busy. I live in a condo on the Upper West Side. I run my art gallery most days, throw parties for new exhibits. I go to shows, concerts, clubs with VIP areas to meet rich people and sell them art later... Artists follow me around, hoping I will give them an exhibit. I'm friends with some people I went to art school with. And I still do capoeira, I'm close with the people in my group. Lots of Brazilians."

"How is it that someone so young could afford to start her own gallery? It must have been very expensive." he wondered, running his hands up and down her thighs.

"An unexpected inheritance. And knowing a lot of influential people to get the word out. I have 8 people that work there that I trust very much. All of them are running it right now and I barely have to check in. And I'm well-connected with the art students if I'm ever in a bind."

"Oh, perfect. You can spend time with your new lover whenever you want."

"Exactly how often do you think I'll want to?" she teased him.

"You won't be able to get enough of me." he grinned. "Should I move up my trip? You want me to come with you?"

"Mmmm... yeah..." she smiled and curled up with him again.

In Brazil, she had grown up with the phrase "jogo de cintura," referring to the literal game of the waist used by soccer players to stay loose and agile. Hers was a culture of flexibility and optimism. Everything would turn out fine and she didn't need a plan. Jada was thrilled to have met this gorgeous, rich, and slightly dangerous man and couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her.

THE BROWNSTONE

Jada and the other students said their goodbyes at the hotel. She exchanged contact info with a few of them and pretended to be leaving as well. The next day, she and Ayano were driven to the airport in a classic Daimler limousine. When she checked in, Ayano insisted on upgrading Jada's tickets to first class. Jada began to observe him with a different set of eyes, for she had told no one at home in Gotham City that she was coming home with her Răz-nevă instructor and was kind of wondering who Ayano was in other contexts. He was very chivalrous, holding doors and carrying her luggage. He had a way with people. While he spoke enough French to get by and Jada only caught a few words, it sounded like he delighted everyone he encountered.

"Ayano, Romanian is a romance language, right, from Latin?" she asked as they waited for their flight. She was flipping through the latest issue of French Vogue.

"Yes, but it has a lot of other influences, too, like Slavic languages and Hungarian." he said, composing a letter on his PalmPilot. Jada was sort of relieved that he didn't need reading glasses for this.

"Well, my first language is Portuguese, that comes from Latin, too. I bet I could pick up some Romanian." she commented.

"Actually, it's much closer to French. It's okay, nobody learns Romanian. It's more difficult than the other Romance languages." he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He sounded dismissive, like he doubted she could pick up anything in Romanian. Little did he know that the best way to get Jada determined to do something was to tell her she probably couldn't do it. If this thing with him went anywhere, she thought, she would put some effort into learning the language to show him how he had underestimated her.

On the flight, Ayano's chats with the crew and other passengers were just as warm and easy as they were in France. It was as if everyone was a long-lost friend of his. She imagined everyone he talked to saying "I met the most interesting guy today..." to whoever they lived with at the end of the day. She was discovering that he was a socially graceful man in all contexts. She didn't need to worry about him making a bad impression on anyone.

It was almost the end of the financial year. Ayano's Ilanescu Mining Company had over a thousand employees, a small group of them in Gotham City in charge of research and development. He said that all of the men in his family worked in the mines when they were teenagers as a rite of passage to higher positions. On the flight, he showed her photographs of the mines and company get-togethers in various villages. They seemed like a really tight-knit and traditional group.

He also showed her pictures of Răz-nevă tournaments he entered, usually placing in the top 5 and even winning two of them. She recognized Sergei competing against someone else in one picture and Dumitru in the audience in another, doing shots of something with a large group. There were women occasionally pictured with Ayano, but none of them looked like anything serious: a peck on the cheek, or squeezing his bicep. A few weeks ago he mentioned that he was widowed, but Jada didn't want to pry. The men in her family were very private people and for the most part, she accepted such mystery from other men in her life.

Jada in turn showed him a few pictures she had brought. One was from her capoeira cord ceremony, getting her red-white cord. If she would ever want to start her own capoeira group, she could progress to the white cord, the very highest level.

"Why haven't you?" he asked.

"Mmm, don't have time. Plus, I really like my group. I would never want to leave."

"Who's that?" he asked, pointing to a good looking guy she was pictured laughing with.

"Oh, that's Evandro. What?!" she asked as he frowned. "He's a friend. Don't tell me you're the jealous type."

"Well... do you have any unresolved things going on back home with anyone?"

"No, of course not. But you can't lay claim yet! I hardly know you!" she nudged him. He looked at her with his dark, dark, near-black eyes and allowed her behind them for a moment.

"I just think we should not surprise each other." he said, holding her hand and kissing it. "I have no plans to see other women. You are a rare combination of so many things I like... ambition, integrity, acumen... Not to mention confidence, beauty, and grace..." Jada was briefly spellbound by his flattery and wished they were somewhere else. She reminded herself they were on a plane in front of people. Why was she such a sucker for this guy? Wasn't he a little cheesy?

"And you. You're pretty fucking perceptive, if nothing else." she grinned, hoping humor would cover up the flushed feeling she had on her cheeks and chest. His gaze in response seemed to penetrate her deeply and she was without a doubt blushing now. She looked away, suddenly feeling quite shy and vulnerable. He gently put his hand to her cheek and turned her toward him again.