But before that…
I whispered it to my reflection, my voice low and trembling, yet heavy with a heat I couldn't hold back anymore. My heart thudded against my chest like a war drum—fast, relentless, aching. My legs felt weak, but it wasn't fear this time. No. It was something deeper. Hungrier.
I turned away from the mirror, eyes still red from crying, but now they gleamed with something else. Not tears. Not sadness. Not even just lust. This was need.
My fingers reached up to the collar of my oversized shirt—the same stupid, cozy thing I always wore to bed. I tugged it off slowly, arms raising as fabric slipped over my skin and caught in my hair before falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. I didn't bother with panties tonight. I never did when I was like this.
Cool air kissed my bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat rising inside me. My nipples had already hardened, puckering with anticipation, the slightest brush from my shirt having ignited them earlier.
The room was dim except for the pale moonlight filtering through my curtains, and the faint yellow glow of the ceiling lamp. And everywhere—everywhere—was him.
Taa-kun.
Photos stuck to the walls. Little printed snapshots from when we were kids, when we were awkward teens, and more recently—smirking selfies he'd sent me, ones I'd secretly printed from his social media. Some were blurry. Some cropped. One, he was shirtless after basketball. I had stared at that one too long the day I first taped it to my wall.
I walked toward the bed slowly, step by step, feeling the plush rug beneath my toes, my arms wrapped lightly around my waist, hugging myself as I let my eyes flicker from one photo to another. I couldn't even pick a favorite. Every version of him stirred something different in me—memories, desires, regrets.
Climbing onto the bed, I felt the sheets beneath my knees—soft, familiar. I crawled toward the center, breasts swaying gently with every motion. I could feel how wet I already was. My thighs brushed together, slick and sticky, every motion a tease that made me shudder. My body was on fire, begging, craving.
I rolled onto my back and spread my legs slowly. The ceiling above blurred into his face in my mind, and my breath hitched.
"Taa-kun…" I moaned his name softly, biting my bottom lip. "Baka… Taa-kun…"
My fingers traveled down my stomach—hesitating just above my mound. I was soaked. The moment I touched myself, I gasped, hips jerking upward.
"Shit…" I muttered, voice cracking. "I'm so wet just thinking about you…"
My fingers slid up, parting my lips, teasing my clit in small circles. I arched my back, breath catching as sparks shot through my core. I shut my eyes tight and imagined his hands instead of mine—rougher, warmer, curious and hungry.
"I want you to touch me here, Taa-kun… just like this…"
My other hand moved up to my chest, cupping my breast. My nipple throbbed beneath my palm. I squeezed it, pinched it hard, and groaned.
"God, you'd love how sensitive I am," I whispered. "You'd love how I moan just from you looking at me…"
I pinched harder this time—then slapped it. A sharp smack filled the room and the sting made me whimper.
"Mnn—ahh… You see what you do to me, idiot?"
I looked to the wall again. His face—smirking from that stupid basketball photo. I rolled to my side, facing it, keeping one hand between my legs, pumping slowly, building the rhythm.
"I bet you jerk off too… thinking about Ai or that girly boy Yuki…" My voice dripped with jealousy, lips curling in a bitter moan. "Bet you've never thought about me like this, have you?"
I rubbed faster. My thighs trembled. Wet noises filled the room, obscene and slick.
"I've seen you naked too, Taa-kun… remember that time I walked in on you in the bath? You were so embarrassed. But I saw. I saw everything…"
My hand shot up again and slapped my breast hard. The noise echoed like a whip crack. I gasped, loving the sting, the pain mixing with pleasure.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you?!" I cried, legs kicking slightly, hips bucking against my fingers. "Do you know how many nights I do this?! Fuck—how many nights I moan your name like some desperate girl!"
I flipped onto my stomach, grinding into the mattress now, hand still buried between my thighs as I humped the sheets like a needy animal. My breasts were crushed beneath me, nipples aching and swollen.
"Do you hear me, Taa-kun?" I cried, louder now, uncaring if the neighbors heard. "I'm touching myself just for you! Thinking about you pushing me down—pulling my legs open—just taking me!"
I rolled again, back onto my back, legs spread wide open as I slapped both breasts at once, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood.
"I want your mouth, your fingers… your cock deep inside me," she gasped. "I don't care if it hurts. I want it to hurt. I want to feel you…"
My voice cracked into sobs—pleasure and pain twisting together like tangled vines. I was getting close. So close I couldn't stop.
"Cum inside me… I don't care… I'll take everything. Just make me yours, Taa-kun…"
My fingers flew faster, circles tighter, pressure building like a dam about to burst. My toes curled. My thighs clenched.
"Say my name," I begged aloud to the photos. "Just once… just say my name when you cum—say Aiko, not Ai, not Yuki—ME!"
I screamed when I came—body arching off the bed, hands trembling, vision going white. My cry was long, desperate, messy.
My body twitched, shook. I collapsed onto the bed like a rag doll, chest heaving, fingers still twitching against my clit as aftershocks rolled through me.
I lay there, soaked in sweat and slickness, heart pounding like a drum. My eyes fluttered open and stared at the wall again. At his smile.
"I love you…" I whispered, quieter now, breathless. "I love you so much it hurts, you asshole…"
I reached for my pillow and hugged it tight, burying my face into it. The scent of my shampoo and laundry detergent did nothing to comfort me.
"But tomorrow," I whispered again, voice hoarse and ragged, "tomorrow I won't just touch myself thinking about you…"
I smiled. Weak. Sore. But satisfied—for now.
"Tomorrow… I'll make you feel what I feel."
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END OF CHAPTER : 93 : AIKO'S FRUSTRATION!
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