After some more touch, Ryuki clambered onto the lounge chair, his muscles gleaming in the afternoon sun as he settled next to her.
Their bodies were slick with sunscreen and sweat. Michiko turned towards him, her intense gaze locking onto his."You're being quite naughty, young man," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.
"I can't help it," Ryuki replied, leaning closer to her. "You make me feel wild and reckless."
"Kiss me," Michiko demanded, closing her eyes expectantly.
Ryuki eagerly complied, claiming her lips with his own and kissing her deeply. His mouth explored every inch of hers, his tongue dancing against hers as his fingers teased and tantalized her elsewhere. Michiko moaned softly, squirming under his touch.
"This is dangerous," she murmured between gasps of pleasure. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"I don't care," Ryuki declared, his desire for her overwhelming all logic and reason. "I want to taste you."