<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Izu helped Alida into the shower. She gave a satisfied sigh at the hot water that beat down on them, relaxing even more as Izu began to wash her. It wasn't much longer after that that Alida realized Izu's feels were quite turbulent. He seemed jealous and angry about something, and when he wrapped his arms around her to pull her close, she realized he was jealous of Yehuda.<br/><br/>Her suspicions were only confirmed as Izu groped her chest with one hand, and toyed with her clit with the other.<span style="color: #BF0000">"But he didn't get to do anything with you, right? Not even a kiss?" </span>Izu asked as he continued his vigorous rubbing. Of course Yehuda had kissed her before, but it was never anything sexual. Not that she was aware of anyway. Alida tried to answer, but her words kept being interrupted by the jolts of pleasure from Izu's rough touch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"This is your fault..."</span>Izu said as he pinched her nipple, pulling it some as he went. Alida let out a sharp gasp and moan, barely registering Izu's next words.<span style="color: #BF0000">"This Yehunda guy, you never felt anything for him...?" </span>he asked, saying Yehuda's name incorrectly. Alida shook her head no, soft pants still leaving her as her legs struggled to keep her standing.<span style="color: #408000"> "N-no Izu. Yehuda. Yehuda nothing,"</span>she managed to rasp out between gasps.<span style="color: #408000">"Alida alone. Alida family arrange Yehuda. Yehuda and Alida promised. Promis--"</span>she was cut off by a particularly strong jolt of pleasure and she let out a cry, her hands coming up to Izu's shoulders and pulling him close. Her forehead rested on chest as he continued to manipulate her.<br/><span style="color: #408000"><br/>"Prom-m-mise no...not matt--er!"</span>she managed to say in a high pitched voice. She didn't understand Izu's jealousy, even somewhat insulted by it--but at the same time, Izu's sudden possessiveness felt incredibly satisfying. Perhaps Alida simply liked the control Izu had over her or maybe she enjoyed Izu's volatile nature. After all, the men from home were always boring. They were sweet, kind, and all that--but ultimately there was no excitement in them. Izu was all of those things, but he had a different way of expressing them...and Alida very much preferred Izu's methods.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"Izu...worried?" </span>Alida asked, somehow managing to sound coy even with her heavy breathing. She managed to hook a leg around Izu's hip, his cock in line with her center, though she didn't ease herself onto him. Instead, she hovered there, almost as if in challenge against Izu. If Izu wanted her, she wanted to see it. Wanted to hear it. She knew he wasn't very open about his feelings, but if he wanted to have her fully--there were things she wanted to know, things she wanted to hear from him.