9

"Oh Nate, you really are a business partner who is nice to talk to about things other than business. I'm really glad you chose me to be your main partner. I think I've never had so much fun at a business dinner.", Yuta smiles at me, takes another sip of his wine before waving at the waiter and ordering another bottle.

The night with Sophia was beautiful, just like our first day in Japan.

Seeing my wife like this is truly a gift.

If anyone deserves it it's her and I give it to her with all my heart.

However, these few days without arguments and negative energy is more than just good for me and I'm glad that we accepted Yuta's invitation.

I let my eyes drift to the young businessman before sighing and taking a sip of my wine.

"So that means we're going to be spending more time together from now on, my dear. I can get really annoying after a while, so get ready." I reply, laughing, and ruffling my hair.

The atmosphere is relaxed and even if I'm a bit exhausted, it's good to have a drink with a simple friend, talk and have fun again.

"You said the project would be headquartered here, right?" Yuta asks thoughtfully and I nod wordlessly.

"Why do you ask?" I reply, leaning back.

Somehow I have the feeling that he is thinking about something, the way his gaze keeps gliding into the distance.

"What do you think of moving here with your family, Nathaniel? Your boys are still young anyway, which means school isn't a problem yet and Sophia is already working from home. You'd have to come in from America every other week Fly to Japan, only to stay four days and then come back a week later. It would only be until the project comes to an end anyway and that will be in three years at the latest.", says Yuta and I immediately stop moving.

This offer sounds so tempting.

Ever since Arrow was born, I've felt that everything and everyone in America, no matter where I am or who I am with, is constraining me.

"That," I take a deep breath, but realize, as I find myself already dreaming, "I have to discuss this with my wife," I say, and we both immediately burst out laughing, as if we didn't already have hours spent laughing.

It's just before midnight when I get back to the hotel and see Sophia in nothing but my shirt, wrapped in blankets on the bed.

It's only when I turn on the light that her head swings in my direction and with a sigh she pulls the headphones out of her head before closing the laptop and sitting up.

"Hey baby," I mumble, tossing my jacket and tie aside before running over to my wife and giving her an addicted kiss.

"Mmh, someone must have had some wine..." she says smiling, licking my bottom lip briefly and then closing her eyes before sucking on my tongue.

"Did you miss me?" I ask with a grin, enjoying the way she takes my shirt off and then immediately unbuckles my belt.

"Of course," she murmurs, sliding her full lips down my torso.

You could almost touch the sexual tension in the air and I love it.

I'll never get enough of her, no matter how many times a day we make love, it will never be enough.

Even though I already know her whole body inside out and mean her exactly, I still want to discover everything about her as if it were the first or the last time.

I love this woman and no matter how many times we fight, she will always be mine and I will always be hers with everything I have.

Wordlessly, I pull the fabric from her body and sigh softly as the sight of her naked fills my chest with pleasure.

"I want to watch you, kitten. Sit back and touch yourself," I demand, my voice dripping with desire.

What happens to my body as soon as she is near me fascinates me again and again.

Silently she does what I asked, meanwhile pulls the last piece of fabric off her body and then spreads her legs.

I immediately pinch my bottom lip between my teeth because my view could never have been better.

"Look me, Daddy..." she whispers softly when I can't take my eyes off her midsection.

Swallowing, I raise my head, meeting those familiar brown eyes so sure of themselves that without realizing it I start to smile.

I watch my wife run her delicate fingers over her erect nipples before wrapping her hand around her ample breast and squeezing hard.

Sighing and slightly dazed, I slip my hand between my legs, freeing my sex from my boxer shorts, and then start masturbating.

My fingers just scoop up the liquid between her legs before rubbing it down my length.

Her eyes fasten on my hands and when she moans briefly, I tilt my head to the side and look at her.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" I ask and growl softly, noticing how the alcohol makes my lust even more intense.

"But my fingers aren't enough..." she pouts and I look at her in surprise.

I can tell from the look on her face that she wants to play and I should be fine with that.

"You won't get my cock today," I simply reply and slow down the movement of my hand.

"May I use my toy then?" she asks shyly, biting her lower lip.

I gasp at the mention of her little joy-giver.

How many countless times I've cummed long and hard just because the image of her and that damn thing that's actually supposed to keep up with my cock got me so intoxicated.

"Fine with me.", I just say and let go of my sex, watching her with fiery eyes as she gropes stark naked to her suitcase and then pulls out a silver lengthener from a small bag.

When she gets back on the bed I pull her in for a quick kiss and slide my hand between her legs while the other grabs the vibrator.

"Lie down.", I demand quietly and immediately she is lying next to me.

I playfully slide the tip of the toy along her wet sex, push her legs apart and blow soft kisses on her chest.

"Then tell me, kitten, who do you think of when you play with your toys, huh?" I ask, my voice so low with pleasure that I hardly recognize it.

My cock is already so hard it's starting to hurt, but her pleasure comes first.

"Only to you, Daddy.." she replies immediately, swallowing hard as I turn on the vibrator and hold the tip against her sensitive nerve bundles.

"But your cock is better..." she sobs after only a few seconds and I look down at her with a grin.

I make myself comfortable in front of her, pulling her towards me and crossing her legs over my thighs, my sex almost touching hers.

"Is that so?" I murmur under my breath, massaging my hard cock with one hand and tending to my wife's petite sex with the other.

Her moans keep getting higher and choppy as I slowly insert the vibrator into her and the view is delicious.

"Yes, Daddy, Oh God..." she hisses softly and massages her ample breasts with her hands, probably not knowing what to do with them because of her lust.

I tilt my head back and moan loudly, notice how my orgasm is slowly approaching and I'm glad that my wife isn't far either.

"My clit, Daddy, please..." she pleads softly as I let the vibrator do its job and I silently watch her as she desperately grabs my hand and places my fingers on her swollen clit.

I let her take complete control, barely breathing myself because she's so hot to look at; probably the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"Exactly like that...", she hisses softly and moves her hips in light circles, accommodating my movements, seems to literally melt with lust.

I'm almost ramming my cock in my fist, I'm so dying to cum, and unlike usual, my wife is holding on longer, as if she's teasing me and not the other way around.

However, when my name is literally drowned in the sounds of pleasure, I know she's almost ready.

I slide my hips between her legs, just letting the vibrator rest, and then rub my cock against her clit, wrapping my hand around her neck and sliding my thumb into her mouth before cumming hard, too.

The orgasm overwhelms me mercilessly, leaving me downright breathless and my vision goes black for a moment.

Seconds later, Sophia's eyes roll back and her entire body tenses before reaching orgasm with a choppy moan on my behalf.

"You, darling?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

Having breakfast with a perfect view of almost all of Tokyo is really something else and the thought that we might soon be able to do that every day makes me downright nervous.

"What's up?" Sophia replies with a smile and looks at me, her brown eyes dripping with calm and love.

"Yuta made me an offer yesterday," I begin, swallowing hard, downright afraid of her reaction.

I really want to move to Tokyo just because America just bugs me and takes my breath away, but I don't know if my wife sees it the same way I do.

"What do you think about moving here?" I continue, silently watching as she puts down her fork and wipes her mouth, slightly overwhelmed.

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and swallows hard before finally smiling.

"I mean - Tokyo is beautiful...", she murmurs and looks at me with enthusiastic eyes.

"The project will take a maximum of three to four years, if at all. Once it's finished we can go back to New York but it would just be too much of a back and forth for me and maybe Japan is a good place to start a new one chapter." I say, grabbing her hand.

"You said that nicely because umm Nate..." she mumbles and gets up.

I look at her confused and when she turns to me my heart stops.

With a dry throat, I stare at the small shirt in her hand, having to read the words on it several times to really process it.

"My big brothers are the best"

And right at that moment I realize that everything is really starting over again and even though I'm scared, I can't wait.