Akiho Yoshizawa in Resist Urge To Moan

Title: “Resist Urge To Moan: Akiho Yoshizawa’s Clandestine Cravings”

Akiho Yoshizawa, the petite Japanese beauty, lay on the bed, her breath quickening in anticipation. The door clicked shut as her lover entered the room, a mischievous glint in his eyes. They had been waiting for this moment, stealing away from their daily lives for a forbidden tryst.

“Shhh,” he whispered, placing a finger on his lips. “We must be quiet, remember?”

Akiho nodded, biting her lower lip to suppress a giggle. The thrill of secrecy only heightened her arousal. She watched as he approached, his gaze roving over her body, drinking in every curve. His hands reached out, tracing the outlines of her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples hardened instantly, betraying her desire.

Slowly, he peeled away her clothes, his fingers grazing her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. Akiho let out a soft gasp as the cool air hit her breasts. They were small, but perky, the rosy peaks just begging for his touch. He obliged, his hands kneading the soft mounds, thumbs circling her nipples. Akiho’s back arched involuntarily, pressing herself into his palms.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to taste you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. Akiho’s cheeks flushed at his words. She knew exactly what he meant.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs in invitation. He settled between her thighs, his face mere inches from her glistening sex. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent. Then, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Akiho tensed, biting down hard on her lip to muffle a moan. His tongue delved deeper, parting her folds, exploring every crevice. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

His fingers joined his tongue, two slipping inside her, stroking her walls. Akiho’s hips bucked of their own accord, desperate for more contact. He obliged, adding a third finger, pumping them in and out, brushing against that sweet spot that made her see stars. His mouth clamped down on her clit, suckling gently, just as his fingers picked up speed.

Akiho felt she was reaching her peak, the pressure building inside her. She was wound so tight, one more touch and she would shatter. As if reading her mind, he curled his fingers just right, hitting that magic spot, and Akiho’s world exploded. She bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood, but she didn’t care, lost in the throes of her orgasm. Her body writhed on the bed, toes curling, hands fisting in the sheets.

As the waves of pleasure receded, Akiho turned her gaze to her lover. He was grinning, pleased with his handiwork. She crooked a finger at him, silently beckoning him up. He crawled up her body, his lips trailing kisses as he went. Akiho could taste herself on him, and the knowledge made her even wetter.

She reached down, wrapping her hand around his hardness. He groaned, pressing into her touch. Akiho stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in her hand. She guided him to her entrance, the tip teasing her folds. Then, with a roll of her hips, she sheathed him fully inside her.

They both gasped at the sensation, a perfect fit. He started to move, slowly at first, allowing Akiho to adjust. But soon, he was pistoning in and out of her, each thrust hitting that perfect spot. Akiho met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths.

Akiho could feel another orgasm building, her walls starting to flutter around him. He must have felt it too, because he changed his angle, hitting that spot with every thrust. Akiho was lost, drowning in sensation, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She felt him swell inside her, his movements becoming erratic, and then with a hoarse cry, he spilled himself inside her.

They lay there for a moment, chests heaving, trying to catch their breaths. Akiho looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips.

They knew they should get up, get dressed, and resume their lives. But for now, they were content to revel in their secret moment, their forbidden passion. The world could wait.