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Aya froze, still holding his hand, although their grip had shifted when he turned to face her and... she felt his lips pressed against hers and the world stopped. When his hand moved to her face, then neck, then to her chest, her hand raised to press against his chest. She felt the flat slab of his pectoral muscle, not too big, but not flabby, either. She liked the way it felt to touch and be touched way too much.
She glanced sideways at Yua and Kaito, both too busy with their own entanglements to notice her and Ankoku, then she looked back up into Ankoku's eyes.
There was something there. It wasn't love or anything silly like that. It was lust, but also playfulness, and se got a sense that he was the kind of man that knew what he wanted. She liked that kind of man. She heard everything he said as if she were eavesdropping on someone elses' conversation. It didn't seem real, not after so long here without anyone even seeming to be as... liberated... as her friends back home.
She nodded at his suggestion, then spoke in a soft voice. "I won't run away again," she said, looking up at him with a very serious expression on her face.
Her hand slid down from his chest to his abs, down across his waist. Her fingertips teased around the edge of his pubic hair. She knew what she wanted, but worried at doing it in such a public place. She nearly dropped to her knees right then and there, her body moved as if to do so, but at the last minute she stopped herself.
She looked up into his eyes, blinking rapidly, eyelids fluttering, desperate for him to make her, but certain it wouldn't happen. She couldn't take charge, it wasn't in her to do so, but she was hungry to feel more of his body. and she imagined how he might taste after swimming in the ocean. Saltier than normal, she was certain.
"What would you enjoy, Ankoku?" she asked, staring up at him, hand so close to his manhood. "I've been told that people really enjoy when I take things in hand," she said teasing her fingertips lower, dangerously close. "But sometimes you really need to just go down... and..." she couldn't think of a smooth way to say it, and now felt stupid for starting it. She blushed crimson, the movement of her fingertips faltering, losing confidence by the second.