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They bought the good sake. Not the best, because the best was lightyears out of their budget, but a better one than they would usually buy. It was sitting on the table, and Sunoo was sitting next to it, feet dangling off the edge, totally naked.
“No, tighter,” Riki instructed. She had one hand on either of Sunoo’s thighs, lightly pressing inward.
Sunoo swatted at her hands until they fluttered away. “Stop making up excuses to touch me, they’re tight enough.” Nevertheless, she crossed her ankles to keep the seal a bit more secure. “And hurry up,” she nagged. “I’m getting tired sitting like this.”
A knot was forming in her lower back from the position she was in. Maybe once she had Riki’s head between her legs it would be fun, but right now she was considering calling the whole thing off. At least if Riki didn’t stop wasting time.
Finally Riki took the bottle and opened it. Handed it to Sunoo, stepped back. Sunoo could see it on her face: Riki was thirsty.
Always pleased by Riki’s reaction to her nakedness, Sunoo showed off. Arched her back a little, puffed out her chest, watched Riki’s eyes catch and stay on the curve of her tits. Wanting to tease a little she ran one hand up the length of her torso – the one not holding the sake – to grope herself. Squeezing and letting the flesh spill out between her fingers, pinching the erect pink bud of her nipple between her knuckles. And if she wanted to get herself a little wet before Riki drank from her then that was her business.
Once she had worked herself up enough (and once Riki looked as though, if Sunoo didn’t let her do something soon, she would start to cry), she lifted the bottle and tipped it down. The drink spilled out and trickled through the valley of her breasts, dipping into her navel before continuing down the slope of her body. Chin tucked in, she watched as the first of the stream reached a tuft of her pubic hair and got caught up in it, slowing to a near stop before the weight of all the sake above it forced it to move forward.
The cool sensation against her most sensitive parts made her whimper, a short high-pitched sound that made Riki clench her fists.
“Please can I—”
“Not yet.” Her voice came out strangled. Breasts swaying with the force of her breathing, lungs pressing against the cage of her ribs in a desperate effort to pull in enough oxygen. Now she was getting impatient. She finished pouring and pushed her hips forward. “Okay. Now.”
Riki descended on her without hesitation and with so much enthusiasm that Sunoo was sort of worried she was drowning. The grip she kept on Sunoo’s hips was bruising, strong fingers dimpling the flesh. Nearly all of Sunoo’s restraint went into not arching up into Riki’s face. She didn’t want to spill.
It didn’t take long for Riki to drain the sake. There hadn’t been much anyway, maybe two shots’ worth, if that. Just because the sake was gone didn’t mean she was finished.
Riki pulled Sunoo’s hips to the very edge of the table and pried her legs open. With a painful-sounding thump she dropped to the kitchen tile, kneeling in front of Sunoo’s dripping cunt. Sunoo had her hand on the back of Riki’s head but Riki needed no prompting, spreading Sunoo’s lips with her thumbs, pressing a kiss to her clit. That was the last gentle thing she did.
Relentless. Riki was relentless. The taste of sake lingered on her tongue, mingled with the thin saltiness of Sunoo’s wet. It was maybe the best thing she’d ever had. She felt like an addict. The silky drag of Sunoo’s skin, how it swelled when she sucked on it, the soft walls of her cunt against the spear of her tongue and then surrounding her fingers. The spasm of her pleasure.
Blunt nails scraped across Riki’s scalp, fists grabbing handfuls of hair and then letting them go and then grabbing them again. Little promises of what was to come when Riki was done.