This is decidedly naughty. I don't even know if a tamer version will manage to make it over to 'She Said No' as this is practically PWP goodness. Extremely lemony, make-your-mouth-water content.

Please run along if this is not your type of tale.

Irie-kun!

Kotoko's gasp that was almost a scream was muffled against Naoki's shoulder as she came around him, milking and squeezing him for all he was worth. He shuddered convulsively in her arms as he tumbled right on the heels of her climax, her name a groan of release and exultation whispered against her damp hairline.

Their panting breaths mingled in the quiet stillness of their bedroom, their hearts slowly decelerating from its thunderous pace.

Kotoko sighed and kissed Naoki's shoulder, tasting the sweat on his overheated skin. Naoki gripped her left knee as he rolled them over so she lay half on top of him. This round of lovemaking might be concluded but he didn't want any distance between them. He pulled Kotoko's leg to drape over his thighs as she cuddled closer into his side. Kotoko liked to stay wrapped in his arms after they made love and although Naoki never verbally expressed it, he wanted the connection too.

"It'll be your fault if I'm late for work tomorrow morning," Kotoko teased, her voice contentedly sleepy.

"Me?" Naoki looked down at her half closed eyes. "You are the one who is insatiable," he teased back.

"Nnnnn…" Kotoko shook her head, "You made me –" she blushed pink "–come three times."

"And yet you still called me Irie-kun," Naoki pointed out.

"Well, what else am I supposed to call you?" Kotoko rose up on her elbow and turned over on her front so she could look at him properly. "Do you have a fantasy you're not telling me about, Irie-kun?"

They had come a long way in their communication in their four years of marriage. They talked about everything and that had even extended to their bedroom experiences. It had not been without some starts and stops but when they finally got over the embarrassment and hesitation, the returns had been immeasurable and vastly satisfying for both husband and wife.

Naoki thoughtfully held her gaze before responding. "Say my name."

"Irie-kun," Kotoko answered easily but a hint of laughter colored her voice.

Naoki shook his head. Kotoko tried again.

"Naoki-kun…?"

Naoki frowned. With his color ruddy and hair sexily rumpled, the fierce look was nowhere near intimidating.

"Just Naoki."

Kotoko remained silent, her head tilted thoughtfully to the side.

"Why?"

Naoki shrugged. "I—Well, I wondered what it would be like to hear you call me by a name that you'd only ever use when we—uhh."

"Ahh…" Kotoko made a sound of understanding. "I see. Like when you taught me to talk dirty, Irie-kun?" She lilted, the naughty glint was definitely sparkling in her eyes.

A shiver coursed through Naoki at the reminder of that time that he convinced Kotoko to say some words that she would never ever utter outside the throes of passion. His body seemed to agree as the blood that had already begun to again circulate throughout his body redirected toward a certain region.

"Well then—" the gleam was certainly present in her eyes as she rose up on all fours over him. "Make me."

After a beat to register the shock of her challenge, Naoki quickly recovered and grabbed Kotoko, tumbling her under him.

"If it's the last thing I do." His words were a heated promise as his lips descended on hers.

His mouth was a hot brand that seared her soul in its unforgettable caress. Naoki kissed her slowly and languorously, unhurried, but slowly increasing in intensity. Kotoko was moaning in mere moments as her awareness narrowed down to what her husband was doing to her with his mouth, his hands, his entire being.

On their first night after becoming one in all senses of the word, in a rare moment of sentiment, Naoki had recited the traditional Western wedding vows to her. One of the phrases hazily came to Kotoko's mind at this moment: with my body I thee worship.

Naoki's talents were well lauded but none could guess that he reserved the best of them for his wife. His tongue dueled and slid against hers in a battle for dominance. Kotoko faltered when Naoki ground himself against her, his warm length rubbing her clit and gliding over her opening. She moaned into his mouth, suddenly unable to do anything but receive.

With one hand he covered her breast and pinched her aroused nipple, tweaking the peak with gentle fingers. Years of practice had taught him how much pressure and friction was required for his wife to turn pliant and yearning in his arms. He broke the kiss and made his way down her delectable body, first making a stop to lavish attention on the spot of sensitive skin behind her ear. Kotoko quivered against him when he nipped and lightly sucked at her earlobe. A whimper escaped her lips when he sucked on her pulse point, quite sure that she would have a mark come morning.

Naoki generously covered her breast in wet, sucking kisses but avoided the sensitive tips where she wanted his mouth the most.

"Shhh, all in good time," Naoki soothed when Kotoko pulled at his tousled hair in an attempt to bring him to her pebbled nipples. Finally he licked her left nipple and blew on the moist tip. Kotoko's legs shook against his thighs. He mirrored his actions on her right breast and she cried out. With well-practiced fingers, he teased her flesh until Kotoko's breathing was coming in shallow, rapid pants.

"Irie-kun," she pleaded. "More." Her head was tossing side to side on the pillow and Naoki thought how he had never seen a more beautiful sight. He cupped both breasts in his hands as he sank down on the bed, continuing his quest over her body. He licked the indentation of her navel and Kotoko's back arched off the bed. Naoki smiled and continued south until he was in one of his favorite places on earth.

He brushed his palms lightly over her nipples and they tightened even more. He rolled them in his fingers as he suddenly drove his tongue into Kotoko's sweet center.

Kotoko grabbed Naoki's hair as he licked and sucked her clit. He released a breast to part her with his fingers, allowing him better access to her wet warmth. Her scent was sweet and heady and it drove him crazy. But he was a master at everything he did (well, 90% of it anyway) and he controlled his own pleasure manfully as he played his wife like a maestro his instrument.

He flattened his tongue over the bundle of nerves and gave a languorous lick. Kotoko screamed into the sheet fisted in her hand as sensation swept out from her core.

Naoki released her other breast and slid his knuckle over her opening, touching her wet inner lips. She was so slick, so ready for him. But not yet. Kotoko quivered, on the brink of release when he inserted a finger and curled it to touch her G-spot. Kotoko moaned into the pillow, her back arching off the bed. Her fingers were buried in Naoki's hair and he feared for a moment that she'll pull the spot bald.

Naoki changed his pace and began slowly and evenly sucking on her clit. Each time, a wave of pleasure hit her, promising to push her over. Naoki knew she was oh so close from the fine tremors that shook her thighs on either side of his head, the rhythmic squeezing of her muscles around his fingers, the way her breathing came in harsh pants, and the way her petite body was strung taught as a bow. Naoki inserted a second finger and pumped in and out in tempo with his mouth.

"Please, please, please." Kotoko chanted, her tone desperate, her motions increasingly erratic and uncoordinated.

"Say my name, Kotoko." Naoki growled.

Kotoko shook her head, not willing to give in.

Naoki rose and kissed her. Kotoko could taste herself on him. When he removed his fingers from her, she moaned at the feeling of loss. Naoki made a soothing sound as he brushed his lips across her throat then quickly sat back against the pillows. Wordlessly, he directed Kotoko back against him, lifting her to kneel over him, her back to his front. He guided her down to sink onto his rigid shaft until her bottom was flush against him. This position left Naoki's hands free and Kotoko wide open to him. He made good use of these two facts.

Kotoko threw her head back against his shoulder as soon as Naoki's fingers found her clit again. He circled her with his thumb, her wet flesh slick and warm. Kotoko bounced down on him but Naoki bent his legs, trapping hers between his, effectively stopping her efforts.

"Need. More." She pleaded.

"You will have it." He brushed his thumb over the nub and Kotoko's muscles trembled. "Just say my name." Naoki thrust evenly, Kotoko's answering contractions building up again. She was close, so close.

Then he stilled.

Kotoko squeezed but he didn't budge. He kissed her neck.

"Say my name." His voice was low, insistent. Kotoko was too far gone to hear the barely controlled edge.

She shook her head again, her hair an ebony curtain over his shoulder.

Naoki slowly pulled out then thrust back in.

"Say my name."

She knew it was a lost cause. The moment he had touched her it was only a matter of time but never let it be said that Irie Kotoko gave up without a fight. "Make me," she finished with a shuddering moan as Naoki pressed their twined hands low on her belly, the pressure making her very aware of how he filled her.

He removed his hand and slowed his thrusts. Kotoko seemed to disagree at this course of action because she drove down on him and squeezed with her inner muscles. Naoki chuckled against her neck and embraced her around her middle.

"Not until you say my name, my love."

His body was a warm blanket around her as he continued to thrust shallowly into her warmth. Her hands were clenched against his thighs, anchoring her. He nipped at her shoulder, one hand on her breast.

"Naoki. Say it, Kotoko."

Kotoko stubbornly shook her head No. Naoki's fingers returned to her clit and pressed harder, keeping the pace steady, building up his wife to a climax once more but denying her that final stroke she needed to go over the edge. He kissed her shoulder.

Kotoko's breath came out in a sob.

"Please, Naoki!"

That was all he needed. He leaned back, the slight change in angle instantly delivering his whispered promise. Kotoko saw stars as she shattered in his arms.

Naoki wasn't finished yet. He once again changed their positions.

"Ride me," he ordered hoarsely. "I want to see you."

Kotoko weakly rose to her knees in front of him and turned to straddle him again, whimpering with relief when he entered her. Naoki held her hips and guided their rhythm, staring deep into her wide eyes as their movements grew faster, more frantic.

Yes, yes, yes.

Naoki lowered his lips to her nipple and sucked.

"Naoki!" Kotoko screamed as she came a second time. She squeezed like a fist around him and Naoki shouted into her neck as his own release was triggered. With a groan, Naoki fell back against the pillows. Kotoko collapsed against his chest, their heartbeats racing together.

She laughed shakily and kissed his shoulder. Naoki wrapped his arms around her and maneuvered them until they lay on their sides. He kissed her slowly, lightly.

"That was spectacular. You are spectacular," he whispered against her lips.

Kotoko shook her head. "Only because of you, Naoki."

I love you.