Sunset 1: Kamakura Tryst

"How terrifying..."

The words slipped from Rinko's lips, and Kuki unconsciously stopped moving, searching her face.

At that moment, Rinko was indeed in Kuki's arms. Her small, well-proportioned body was folded in two, while the man's broad back covered her.

In the dim light by the bed, her brows were tightly knit, deep wrinkles gathered between them, and her closed eyelids twitched faintly, as if she were crying.

Rinko was certainly at the brink of her peak then, rushing toward climax and savoring the release that came from breaking free of every restraint that had bound her body and mind.

So what did it mean when she said, "It's so scary..." at a moment like that?

Kuki and Rinko had been together countless times, and each time she used a different word to voice her pleasure. Sometimes she would say, "I can't take it anymore," sometimes she would murmur, "I'm coming," and sometimes she would plead, "S-save me..." The wording changed every time, but one thing never did: Rinko's body was always at the summit of pleasure, seized by a burst of explosive sensation.

But this was the first time she had ever said, "How scary..."

Suppressing the urge to ask at once, Kuki held her tighter still, pressing against her so firmly that even when she struggled with all her strength, she could not escape, and Rinko, shuddering in little spasms again and again, came hard.

It was a few minutes later when Kuki asked her again.

Still carrying the reserve of a married woman even after making love, Rinko seemed embarrassed by how open she had been just now. She turned partly onto her side, arched her back, and drew the sheet up over the area from her chest to her waist.

Kuki rested his chin on her rounded shoulder from behind and whispered,

"You said it was scary just now..."

Perhaps because his warm breath touched the root of her ear, Rinko's body gave a sudden flinch, but she did not answer.

"What was scary?"

When Kuki asked again, Rinko's voice, softened and languid after satisfaction, murmured,

"It felt like all the blood in my body was flowing backward and bursting out of me..."

It was a sensation a man like Kuki could not imagine.

"But it felt good, didn't it?"

"Of course. More than good, in fact..."

"I want to hear!"

When Kuki pressed her again, Rinko paused, as if searching her memory.

"Right when I was about to lose myself and reach climax, goose bumps kept rising over my skin, one wave after another, and I started trembling. My womb felt hot and huge, like the sun, and the pleasure pouring out from there swelled through my whole body..."

As he listened, Kuki felt that her body, twisting through all those vivid changes, was like some strange female demon, and he even found himself a little jealous.

"Here..." She laid a hand lightly over the place of her womb, still with her eyes closed, as if to show him.

"Actually, I probably shouldn't have gotten there, but I had this feeling of being pierced through by something deep and powerful, something that shot straight to the top of my head, and I thought maybe I should just let myself go with it..."

As she said that, Rinko suddenly clung to Kuki tightly, and Kuki wrapped his arms around her still-heat-soaked body even harder, clearly feeling that today's sensation had been stronger for her.

After sex, the two of them always fell asleep in each other's arms. Most often the woman would lie across him, resting her head lightly on the man's left chest while their lower bodies pressed even more tightly together, their legs tangled.

They were lying that way now too, and after a while the man's right hand slowly reached around behind her shoulder and stroked her back.

Rinko, as if she had forgotten her earlier wildness, was very quiet, closing her eyes like a docile little dog as she enjoyed Kuki's gentle caresses from her neck down to her back.

Rinko's skin was smooth and soft. When Kuki praised it, she muttered softly, "It changed after I started doing this with you."

It was probably because of that overflowing intimacy, the way love made a woman's blood flow more freely and her hormones surge, leaving her skin nourished and luminous.

Hearing her say it was all because of him, Kuki was pleased, and he stroked her further, but he was getting a little tired, his fingers slowing down, and Rinko gradually drifted off into sleep, full and comfortable in the aftermath of satisfaction.

Naturally, when they slept, they took whatever position was most comfortable for both of them. Sometimes, when they woke, Rinko's head was still pressed on Kuki's shoulder, leaving his arm numb; sometimes their upper bodies were far apart while their lower bodies remained entwined.

Right now the two of them had fallen asleep like that, and neither of them knew what position they would wake up in.

But whatever the case, a man and a woman were used to, and liked, lying lazily on the bed after sex, their skin brushing and lingering against each other in just the right amount of closeness.

In that state, Kuki's mind was still clear, and he turned his gaze toward the window with its curtains drawn tightly shut.

It was nearly six o'clock. The sun must be slowly sinking beyond the far side of the curved coastline.