Yuu reached the bedroom and turned the handle just as the door opened from the inside.
Sayuri had swapped her wedding dress for a slinky red slip dress. Her hair was slightly damp; she had clearly taken a quick shower to wash away the evidence of their first encounter. She looked refreshed and radiant.
"Yuu," she said with a playful smile. "I was just about to come down and find you."
She still wore her makeup, and the thin straps of the red dress rested on her creamy, rounded shoulders. The silk clung to her curves, and she had switched to a pair of red strappy high heels.
"You certainly took your time getting ready, Sayuri," Yuu remarked, his eyes roaming over her. This wasn't just "changing clothes"; it was a deliberate seduction.
Sayuri didn't know about Yuu's other women yet. After the wedding was called off, she had started seriously considering a future with him. Her intuition told her his relationship with Ran and Serena wasn't simple, and she wanted to stake her claim. Plus, the quickie at the church hadn't been nearly enough to satisfy years of repressed desire.
She pulled him into the room and kicked the door shut with a slender, high-heeled foot. "A woman's wardrobe is more complicated than a man's, you know. And that wedding dress was a nightmare to get out of."
"True," Yuu agreed, letting her lead him to the bed. "The dress was hot, but it did get in the way."
Sayuri blushed. "If you like the aesthetic, I can get a 'lightweight' version made for next time..."
"I like the woman, not just the clothes," Yuu lied smoothly, though his eyes were glued to her cleavage.
Sayuri rolled her eyes. She knew he was a rogue. No "good man" would have fucked a woman he just met in a church side-room. But as a woman who prized aesthetics and was currently thinking with her clitoris, she didn't care. She sprawled across the bed in an inviting pose.
"Don't just talk. Show me."
Yuu's throat went dry. The sight of the mature, sexy teacher in red silk, her curves outlined perfectly, was too much. Her long legs were encased in sheer, skin-toned stockings that made them look like polished marble. The red straps of her heels crisscrossed her delicate ankles.
Yuu climbed onto the bed, pinning her down. He caressed her face, enjoying the silky texture of her skin. Sayuri pouted her lips, and Yuu leaned in to claim them. Her mouth was like sweet jelly, and he felt like he could stay there forever.
After a long, wet kiss, he moved down to her neck and then her knees, kissing his way up her stockings. Sayuri began to tremble. "It tickles... Oh... too close... don't go there yet..."
As he reached her inner thighs, he noticed she had changed into a matching set of red lace lingerie. He looked her in the eye, his gaze intense.
"Sayuri, look at me."
"Mmm... just call me Sayuri."
"Fine. And you can call me Yuu."
"Yuu..." she whispered.
He buried his hands in her soft, brunette hair and kissed her again, his tongue dominant and searching. His hands wandered to her waist, squeezing the firm, supple flesh before sliding down to her belly and toward the red lace covering her mound.
"Sayuri, I've wanted to get my hands on these legs since I saw you in that dress."
Now that the heavy silk was gone, he was relentless. His fingers traced the lines of her thighs through the stockings, sending jolts of electricity through her. He began to rub her through the lace of her panties, feeling the rapidly increasing wetness.
Gently, he slid the red lace down her legs and tossed them aside. Looking at the "bride" stripped bare and waiting for him, Yuu licked his lips. He began to toy with her damp folds, his fingers slick with her juices.
"Nn... no... don't touch me there..." Sayuri moaned, though her actions contradicted her words. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails scratching his back.
Yuu reached up and unclipped her bra. Her perfect, heavy breasts spilled out—pale, firm, and tipped with dark red nipples that were already hard with lust. They were magnificent, swaying slightly as she breathed heavily.
For twenty-seven years, her body had been a secret. Now, it was laid bare for a man she barely knew, and the taboo nature of it only heightened her arousal.
Yuu moved further down, removing her red heels and cradling her feet in his hands. Her soles were a soft pink, her toes perfectly manicured. Even compared to Serena's, Sayuri's feet were a masterpiece.
"These are perfect," Yuu whispered, pressing a kiss to her arch. "I'm going to enjoy every inch of you tonight."