"Do you want to come in for a minute?" Aiko asked, pulling the keys from her apron. "I'll make you a hot chocolate. The real kind, not from the machine."
Yuji hesitated for just a second, then nodded. "Are you sure?"
"I'm the one asking, aren't I?" she replied, lifting the metal shutter with a soft squeak.
Inside, the Tramonto Rosso looked different. Smaller, more intimate. The sign was off, the tables empty, the lights dimmed to a soft glow that left corners in shadow. Yuji sat in his usual chair, the one by the register. He pushed back his hood but stayed quiet, his hands clasped in his lap. Aiko turned on the burner under the small copper saucepan and reached for the jar of cocoa powder.
But then she stopped.
She could feel her heart beating harder than usual. And it wasn't just the sudden warmth or the hush around them.
She looked up. She saw him.
He was looking at her too. Not hesitantly. Not like before.
It was a different look. Deep. Clear. Intent.
Aiko said nothing. She set down the jar of cocoa powder and slowly stepped out from behind the counter, her gait uncertain and sure at the same time. Yuji didn't move. But when she stood before him, a single instant—just one—was enough for his heartbeat to change rhythm.
She moved close enough that her knees brushed his. She stayed there, between his legs, close enough for him to feel her breath on his mouth. With both hands she framed his face, her thumbs grazing his cheekbones, and she kissed him. No longer timid: a warm kiss, confident yet pure, that asked for space and took it. Yuji stayed still, eyes wide, his hands suspended—then one drifted, hesitant, toward her waist, paused, and came back up, as if to tell her: I'm here.
The kiss eased apart, but neither of them really pulled away. Aiko stayed close, her forehead almost resting against his, her breath short.
Yuji drew a slow breath, as if he wanted to memorize the air between them. "I don't know… what we're doing," he said quietly, "but I don't want to stop."
She gave the faintest smile. "Me neither."
A brief, weighted silence, before Yuji dropped his gaze to her lips, then back to her eyes. "That call yesterday…"
"Mm?"
"It wasn't a joke to me. It was…" he hesitated, searching for the words, "…like I was there with you. And now that you're really here…"
His hands, uncertain before, finally found their place on Aiko's hips, a touch firm yet still careful.
"…I don't want to just imagine."
Aiko looked at him, feeling her heartbeat race like his.
"Then don't imagine."
The way she said it—simple, but with that steady note—made Yuji tilt his head a little; he smiled to the side, a hint of embarrassment in his warm eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, almost to give himself one last excuse to back out.
"I'm the one asking, aren't I?" she repeated, in the same tone as before, but lower, closer.
Yuji laughed softly, that short laugh she liked. Then his look changed, deepened, and the space between them closed again.
More kisses followed, brief and hungry, separated by a millimeter of air. Their breaths tangled; Aiko's fingers climbed the back of his neck, Yuji's skimmed her hips through the fabric. Every touch reached for the next.
"Do you want to see me… Yuji?" she whispered, her eyes bright but steady on his.
"Aiko…"
"Shhh." Her finger to his lips, a smile at the corner of her mouth. She leaned to his ear. "Do you want to see me or not?"
He looked her straight in the eyes, sweet and serious at the same time, then nodded, slowly.
Aiko slowly removed her jacket, letting it fall onto the chair beside her. She lifted the hem of her white T-shirt, slid it over her warm skin, and removed it, leaving her in a simple white lace bra.
She didn't look down: she remained there, a step away from him, her shoulders slightly forward, her breathing deep, waiting for his reaction—and Yuji looked at her, unhurriedly, as if that moment were a promise spoken with his eyes.
"Okay... now I'll start from above..." she said, her breath short and her voice slightly trembling. Her hands slowly moved up her body, grazing her breasts with an almost studied grace and incredible tenderness, until they gently cupped the curves of her chest. Her nipples were rock hard, visible beneath the white lace. She closed her eyes, head falling back, a low moan escaping her.
Aiko slowly lowered her gaze to him, then began undoing her jeans. She let them slip down her legs in one fluid motion; one foot nudged the other free, until she stood, feeling lighter. Her fingers traced the thin edge of the fabric still covering her, drawing small circles on the lace between her thighs. A smile curled her lips as she undid her hair, letting it fall freely over her shoulders and down her back. She turned, back to him. Her golden hair brushed her cheeks, and her thong, sitting like that, made an irresistible frame.
"Oh Aiko… I'm…so horny…so...really…"
He stood just enough to let his sweatpants pool at his feet, then sat down again, still watching her. Aiko turned, and there he was. He was huge, incredibly hard, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She cast him a sidelong glance—slow, weighted. That alone was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"Oh...Yuji..." Aiko whispered, slowly lowering her panties to her ankles, still with her back to him. Then she turned and sat down. Without taking her eyes off Yuji, she spread her legs.
"You made me wait so long… now I don't want to wait any longer.." she continued, panting.
He started to pleasure himself slowly, one hand moving as he watched her, his gaze burning with desire. Aiko's hand moved between her thighs; with two fingers she entered herself, arching her back and closing her eyes.
Yuji leaned closer, wanting a nearer look at what she was doing. She mirrored him, eyes half-closed, breath ragged.
"If you want, Yuji, you can lick... my nipples..." she said, panting.
He looked at her silently. She was moaning softly, breathing shallowly, writhing before him.
"Really?" he asked, surprised.
"Mh-hm..." Aiko nodded.
With her arms she drew her breasts together, inviting him in. Yuji started kissing them tenderly before running his tongue across them.
"How sweet... he's like a baby..." she thought, leaning her head back, trembling as she stroked his hair.
Yuji cupped her breast with one hand and began to lick it, slow and deliberate. His mouth lingered on the nipple, sucking as if he wanted to devour it. It was already hard, impossibly so.
"Yes... like that, Yuji... Now on the other side too..." Aiko murmured, her breathing ragged.
Yuji moved slowly, following her invitation without taking his eyes off her. The warmth of his touch shifted in a calm but firm rhythm, and Aiko let out a low sound, almost a broken sigh.
Yuji's hand brushed her hip as he moved up to her face, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, as though he wanted to press all he felt into that touch. Aiko's moans grew louder, and he kissed her again.
"And now…down here too…" she whispered, her voice barely trembling.
Yuji paused, searching her eyes. "Down here?" he echoed with a faint smile, as if to make sure he'd heard her right, while the tension between them deepened.
She nodded, pointing between her thighs. Aiko guided his hand away and spread her legs wider. He looked at her—her hair slightly mussed, her face so sweet—and slowly leaned in.
Yuji ran his tongue over her in one long stroke. It was hot and slick between her soaked thighs, and Aiko moaned, a thread of drool slipping from her lips as she seized his head and pulled him closer.
"Ah..." Aiko moaned. He rolled his eyes at her, his tongue thrusting even faster.
"Is that okay?" Yuji asked, his hands shaking.
"Yes... continue, please..." Aiko replied, pushing his head between her thighs.
"I'm so horny... I don't want her to stop moaning..." he thought.
"Give me your... hand..." Aiko continued. He gave her his right hand. Aiko took Yuji's index and middle fingers and inserted them inside her.
"See... that spot, a little higher up?" she asked with a half-smile and shortness of breath.
Yuji nodded, keeping his gaze on hers.
"Okay... run your tongue... hard..."
He moved in slowly, following her lead, the heat of his touch growing more intense. Aiko held her breath, a shiver racing down her spine. Yuji swept his broad tongue over her clit, savoring her as a soft moan escaped his throat.
Aiko's hands instinctively slid down his shirt, feeling the damp fabric against her fingers. She moved against him, her body responding to every movement, her hips finding rhythm, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close.
Shortly afterward, she stood up and made him lie down on the sofa. She straddled him.
"Let me put it... all the way in..." she said softly, taking it in one hand. Aiko looked at him for a moment: "Is that okay?"
Yuji gasped, his heart in his throat. He swallowed. Then he nodded, his gaze fixed on her blue eyes.
And without waiting another second, she penetrated herself. Yuji arched his back, squeezed his eyes shut, and let out a loud moan. He was too big for Aiko's small body, but she loved it anyway, even if it was a little painful. Aiko began moving up and down, panting, her hands brushing her breasts, arching her back, stroking her hair.
"Mmmhh… You like how my pussy feels on top of you, don't you?"
Yuji held her hips without answering, his eyes lifted to hers with a trace of embarrassment. His legs trembled beneath her. Aiko paused, caressed his face with one hand, and smiled. Then she kissed him softly, as if to say, "Don't worry..."
"I'll keep riding you… taking it all… until you fill me…" she moaned into his ear.
She moved again, her speed building with each thrust.
At first Yuji didn't move, unsure where to put his hands, his pulse racing. But soon he grew bolder, learning her body, and began moving under her too, gasping with pleasure.
Aiko pressed her small hands against his solid chest, arching back to give him better access. One of Yuji's hands left her side and traveled up her back, brushing against her warm skin, then slid to the nape of her neck, tangling itself in her hair and gently pulling her toward him for a deep kiss.
Yuji's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling hard beneath her. Every time she altered her pace, he pushed up with his hips to match her. Then, after a moment, his movements quickened, driving faster from below.
"Oh... Aiko... I have to... I have to get out... I'm... I'm about to... >>
"You have to come inside... all the way... Yuji... come on... let's come together..."
She increased her speed. She rode him, jumping on top of him.
"Oh, please...come inside...yes...come, Yuji..."
Yuji shuddered beneath her, a tremor rising from the base of his spine and coursing through every muscle. He trembled, as if holding back something too intense. At first the sounds from his lips were low and hoarse, but they grew stronger with each passing moment, until they swelled into a deep moan that broke the silence.
Suddenly his hands clamped tighter around Aiko's hips, holding her in place—gentle, yet firm. The heat between them was tangible, and she felt every tremor in his body, as though attuned to her rhythm.
Yuji looked up at her: his cheeks were slightly flushed, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and in his eyes a mixture of tenderness and satisfaction that spoke louder than any words. His fingers on her hips didn't loosen, as if he wanted to prolong that suspended moment, filled with breath and heavy silences.
"My God... you're coming so much, Yuji..." she said, panting.
As soon as he finished, he started breathing again, loosening his grip on her hips.
"Eh... maybe even too much... too soon, right?"
She looked at him, brushing his hair back from his forehead.
"It's normal, the first time…"
He leaned closer to her and kissed her. Those hungry kisses, full of tongue and saliva.
"Now get up..." she continued. He stood up, and Aiko turned her back.
"He's still hard... if I lean forward, who knows if he'll enjoy the view..." Aiko thought, and so she did.
She bent forward, spreading her cheeks with both hands. Yuji moved in behind her, so close she could feel the heat of his body along her back, yet he remained still for a moment. His hands trembled slightly as he set them on her hips, as though unsure of himself. His eyes flicked from her to his own fingers, as if checking he wasn't being too rough.
He bent down a little, his breath brushing the nape of her neck. "Is this alright?" he murmured, seeking reassurance. Only after her nod did his fingers begin to explore, moving slowly—at times hesitant—punctuated by small, held breaths.
When he moved closer to join with her, he did so with visible caution, almost holding his breath. The contact made him jolt, and for a moment he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the new sensation. His heartbeat pounded so loudly it seemed to drown out every other sound.