Spy Games

Mamouru coughed slightly when he was freed and began to gasp to gain back his air. His face was read and his cheeks were rosy from being choked as well as being flushed from the position. "You certainly... have a lot of tests... Hitomi-chan." He said wryly. "I'm fine, thank you..." He said and looked up at her. He then saw her big eyes stare at him. He blushed and turned his head only slightly before scooting in close as well. "I think that... Even if you're prim and proper... and a lady of class... That..." Mamouru let out a soft exhale and lifted his hand to her cheek and stared back into her deep eyes.

It was now or never. He'd come to the point of no return and Hitomi knew as well. She'd let him in and he'd been a gentleman the whole time. Now was his last gamble. If she rebuked him, he wouldn't be surprised. He could go home, she could think he was a slick pervert like she had before with no skin off his back. Or maybe...

"That you're still a woman... and you still... have desires..." He then pushed forward to try and press his lips tenderly against Hitomi's.

Hitomi saw Mamoru leaning in and didn't move, letting their lips touch in the gentle kiss, even leaning in a little bit herself to kiss him back. She knew the answer to her own question. Mamoru intrigued her. She wanted to know why Drake let him have a contract at no cost, and why she was sent to spy on him. She wanted to know what made him special. That curiosity drew her in, like bait to a hook. And now, Mamoru had caught her. Try as she might she wasn't getting away. And despite Hitomi's attitude, she was a girl of passions. That was why she left the geisha's life, which was cold and empty.

She kissed Mamoru back, her lips pressing against his, her breathing deepening. Her hands reached and grabbed Mamoru's back, hugging him in. Her attitude before was all lost now as she lost herself in this kiss.

She pushed away after a moment. "You win Mamoru-kun," Hitomi said, "You've bested me at this game." She leaned in again, to kiss Mamoru, and this time push herself on top of him.

Mamouru's body shivered as he felt the gentle touch of her soft lips. It was heavenly. It was always worth it, especially with someone who resisted and teased like Hitomi did. He felt the pressure against his lips that meant he had succeeded. He felt her had on him, pushing his body against hers and he let out a gentle exhale through his nose. But then, suddenly she pulled away.

Hitomi had spoken a breathy surrender and then pressed back into him. "Hitomi...chan..." He barely managed as she pushed him over zealously. He grinned and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and slide her tongue into her mouth to feel the warm wetness of a passionate kiss. He was eager to see what kind of lover Hitomi would be as his body writhed gently underneath hers.

Hitomi made out with Mamoru some more, adding her tongue to the mix as well, before pulling away again. Even as she surrendered to Mamoru's advances she still teased him. Hitomi would put a finger on Mamoru's lips, shushing him as she slowly sat up. She was straddling his waist. She gently rubbed her hips over his tight abs as she reached down and pulled the hem of her shirt up, slowly baring her midriffs, until pulling it over her breasts, which were still confined within a bra. She pulled her shirt over her head.

"Do you like it, Mamoru-kun?" she asked, not taking off her bra just yet. She leaned in once more to kiss him, on the lips, moving down to his neck and gently biting him.

Mamouru enjoyed their kiss until she pulled away once more. Her teasing was amusing but he as eager to get to the prize that awaited him. He had opened his mouth only to be hushed by the entertainer's finger. His eyes stared up at hers in curious excitement.

"Such... immaculate beauty... even while still covered..." He muttered and arched his neck for her to attend to. His hand slid gracefully up her body and he pressed the palm into the side of her breast enough to make contact before sliding his arms around her and pressing against her back. One hand went down while the other went up. He let out a gentle moan as he ran his fingers through her hair and cupped her shapely ass.

Hitomi smiled. "You speak such sweet words Mamoru," Hitomi whispered into his ear, before nibbling a little on his earlobe, "I like that. But you have to mean it." She slowly moved down once more, kissing him all around his neck while Mamoru's hands held her body and felt up her butt. She was getting pretty excited now, with Mamoru's hot body underneath her like that. Her nipples were poking out of her bra and rubbing against Mamoru's skin whenever she moved.

"Take the lead Mamoru," Hitomi whispered again, "What are you capable of? Show me." She leaned in to kiss him once more, while her legs shuffled closer and pinched in against Mamoru's sides, her hips pressing down on his crotch and rubbing a little bit as well.

Mamouru let out soft moans as Hitomi nibbled on his ear. Her wet tongue and hot breath felt wonderful on his skin and his body tingled with pleasure. He heard her words and smiled, feeling her body pressing up against his own. He grinned and lifted up his leg to hook it around hers. His arm slid up her back and he pushed his body to roll her onto her back. He pushed his tongue against hers in a deep kiss and pulled away after a long moment. He glanced into her eyes and his own flickered.

He pushed down her body and seized her breast, pushing up her bra to expose it. He saw her hard nipple and dove in for it. His lips clasped around it and his tongue flicked it in his mouth before he began to suck on it. His free hand slid up as he began to rub his hand along the Vee between her legs and feel the warmth of her sex emanating from the thin cloth she wore over it.

Hitomi moaned as Mamoru flipped them both over, giggling a little bit as the man took charge. Mamoru was a good kisser, making Hitomi feel all excited already. And her body showed it. Mamoru's hand groped her breasts, pushing the bra up out of the way and letting the shapely orbs bounce free. Then he attacked her erect nipples, sucking on them and teasing them with his tongue, making Hitomi moan out a little bit more. His other hand reached down, feeling between her legs, rubbing her sex through her yoga pants and the thin panties she wore underneath. Hitomi was quite wet, she was a little afraid that it might seep through her pants a little. Her hand reached down to stop him for a second, before reaching up and hooking her pants and panties and pulling them down, shimmying them down to her knees and giving Mamoru full access to her sopping wet sex.

Mamouru attended to Hitomi's perfect body with a grace and style that Hitomi herself showed in her duties as an entertainer. Mamouru's territory was the flesh of women and he knew where to tread. He stopped, releasing a soft gasp upon Hitomi's hard nipple when she stopped him. He thought she might be teasing him agaan but then she pulled down her pants and panties. He was surprised. He whispered her name softly before kissing slowly down her body.

He slid her pants and panties slowly down her body while he kissed her stomach. He made his way to her glistening sex and when he looked upon it, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against the wettening folds. His tongue slipped out and slid up her slit, not yet parting Hitomi's lower lips as he teased her. After a long moment of teasing, he plunged his tongue into her sex.

Hitomi moaned as Mamoru left her nipple and slowly began kissing his way down her body, making it to her sex while leaving a small trail of red marks across her pale skin. Her hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, fondling herself and pinching her own nipples while Mamoru teased her sex lips. She kept herself trimmed down there, not completely shaving it all but leaving a small triangle of neatly cropped hair. She was more traditional than most girls in AFW, and she believed that it was unnecessary to remove all of it.

"Ohh Mamoru, stop teasing," Hitomi moaned. Then Mamoru finally entered her, and Hitomi let out a throaty moan of ecstasy. Her back arched a little from the sensation. "Ahh... yeahhhh," Hitomi moaned, "Go deeper Mamoru...."