Chapter 4

Mrs. Sato straddled her lover of many years. “Marcus, what’s wrong? You want to come already?” she said playfully, increasing her two-handed grip on his straining penis. She gazed lovingly down into his face. They were both naked in her large bed. She was edging him the way she knew he liked, keeping him right on the brink.

Marcus breathed heavily beneath her. He was thirty now, blind since the age of seven, and she still found him incredibly good-looking. His familiar African-American features were comforting: the strong line of his jaw, the way he bit his lower lip when pleasure built.

“Not yet, Marcus,” she whispered tenderly in Japanese, her voice low and intimate. “I decide when my man will come. I discovered that about you when you were in your twenties.”

He let out a gasp, his hands squeezing her thighs. “Sato ... Don’t stop.”

She smiled and leaned down so her long hair brushed his face. In English, soft and teasing, she murmured, “Good. I like to milk my Bear. Now let’s see if I can make him growl for me.” She tightened her grip.

Her hands continued its slick, torturous rhythm while her mind drifted back through their shared history. She had been fifty-five and still married when they first met. Marcus had been twenty-five, a sharp young man trying to learn Japanese. She had volunteered as an assistant at the local blind school. What started as helping him with his Japanese—sometimes driving him home—had become something else entirely.