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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
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Disclaimer: They�re not mine, but I can dream, can�t I?

Lots of lime and lemon in here, as well as a good bit of genuinely vicious teasing. Hentai, rejoice!

6. Homecoming

Kagome stirred restlessly, then opened her eyes to darkness. She hadn�t been sleeping well, and it was only when her mind and body both reached complete exhaustion that she was able to rest at all. Even then, she was tormented by dreams. The usual nightmares involving pain and death were scary enough, but they didn�t leave her with the sense of desperate longing that the erotic dreams of her mate created.
Still, those dreams had given her additional material for the collection of small notebooks she had been carefully hiding beneath her mattress for the past few years. Her early training as a shrine maiden had taught her that dreams were often a way for the universe to tell you something, so she had long ago developed the habit of recording any dreams that seemed particularly vivid so that she could try to determine their hidden meanings at a later time, when she was more alert. When the erotic dreams involving herself and the hanyou had begun, she had continued that practice, using a separate notebook so that no one would be likely to stumble upon them by accident.
She had since filled four of the small blank-paged books, and was well on her way to filling the fifth.
She shivered a little as she remembered the things he had said to her on their last night together, about how he wanted to fulfill her fantasies until they both collapsed from sheer exhaustion. With a sigh, she climbed out of bed, turned on the small light on her bedside table, and retrieved the books. As she flipped through the pages, she remembered some of her favorite fantasies, thinking about how she had nearly burned the books when he had sworn to protect Kikyou from Naraku. Nearly, she decided, was the key word: even in her distraught state, she hadn�t been able to bring herself to break that last fragile link to him.
As things had turned out, she was immensely glad that she hadn�t done it.
Looking up guiltily at a sound outside her window, she saw a familiar figure sitting there watching her. Though indistinct in the darkness, the two golden eyes that gleamed in the night and the silvery hair shining in the moonlight were distinctive enough. She opened the window, whispering, �What are you doing here? You�re not supposed to be back until tomorrow.�
He gestured at the clock on her bedside table. �It is tomorrow. Isn�t that what you told me--that the new day begins at midnight?� He shook his head. �I just couldn�t wait any longer--I had to come here, just to be near you.� Glancing at the collection of small books lying on the bed, he asked, �What are those?�
She laughed nervously. �They�re something I�ll be taking back with me--I�ll show you what�s in them once we get home.� She blushed furiously, looking down. �I hope you�ll like them.�
Suspecting that he knew what the books contained, he nodded slowly. Gathering her into his warm embrace, he murmured, �You haven�t been sleeping.�
She shook her head, realizing that she must look like hell. �Not much.� With another glance at the clock, she realized that she didn�t have to be up for hours yet, especially now that she knew he wouldn�t be showing up at daybreak to make her return with him. �Could you come to bed with me? I find that I can�t really sleep alone any more, and I�m so tired--� She stifled a yawn, swaying slightly in his arms.
Lifting her easily, he placed her carefully on the bed and joined her, resting her head on his shoulder facing away from him. He found his position behind her, pressed up against her slender body, his free arm wrapped around her waist. Although the few subtle movements she made as she made herself more comfortable were distracting, there would be nothing more physical tonight--they both needed to be well rested for what he was planning for the first night in their new home.

*

The two awoke well after sunrise, feeling relaxed and refreshed. As soon as he detected the changes in her breathing that signaled her beginning to wake, he shifted his grip on her, pulling her tighter against him so that she could feel his readiness pressing into the small of her back. Moving her thick mass of ebony hair aside with his nose, he slowly drew his tongue across the back of her neck, savoring the taste and scent of his mate, now so much like his own.
Her breathing deepened and she squirmed against him, trying to turn in his arms so that she could return his caresses, but his arms were like steel bands around her. He repeated the gesture, this time dragging his velvety smooth tongue over the small scar he had left on her shoulder. She writhed against him, moaning softly as his touch on her mark ignited the passion she had been denied for the past week. He smirked as he maneuvered himself so that he could speak directly into her ear. �No, love. Not this time. This is just playtime. This is just a taste of what�s to come when we get home tonight. Now just relax and feel.�
He reached down with his free hand, slipping it beneath the lower edge of her nightshirt. His work-roughened fingers slid up along her hip, not stopping until they reached the tender skin just beneath her breasts. Drawing his claws lightly across her skin, he could feel her shiver against him. While he rubbed his thumb against first one sensitive nipple and then the other, he occupied his lips by covering all of her back that was exposed with light kisses, occasionally varying the routine by biting down with his fangs hard enough for her to feel it but not hard enough to break the skin.
Once again he returned to her mark, this time nibbling at the faint scar, his lips twitching in amusement as he realized that marking her was apparently going to have long-lasting benefits for their mutual satisfaction. She gasped at the sensations burning through her, struggling once again to turn to face him.
This time he allowed her to turn, at least far enough to bring her face-up in the bed. He undid the top three buttons of her nightshirt, freeing her breasts so that he could see the erect nipples that had responded so quickly to his touch. Bending over her, he took first one, then the other, in his lips, lapping softly at the hardened peaks. He massaged the firm mounds lightly, careful to keep from scratching her in his growing excitement, while he trailed light kisses back up to her lips. After a brief eternity spent exploring her eager mouth, he returned to her ear.
�Do you remember what I told you the last time we were together, love? Do you have your fantasies ready for me? Let me tell you one of mine--I�ll be acting on it all day. Are you ready for me now?� He reached his hand down, exploring her depths, nodding in satisfaction at the slickness of her entrance. �Yes,� he whispered, his voice a deep, soft purr in her ear, �I see that you�re ready for me, but I�m not going to take you now. I�m going to drop whatever I�m doing every so often all day, just to do this again. I�m going to keep you ready for me, trembling with desire, all day, until I finally have you alone in our new home. Then, when you�re begging for your release, I�m going to take you, but I won�t let you have your release so easily.� He rubbed his moistened fingers against the swollen nub above her entrance, smiling when she let out a deep groan, moving her hips to push the sensitive place harder against him. �I�m going to have you tell me some of your fantasies while I�m taking you. Then,� he whispered, thrusting his fingers in and out of her a few times before withdrawing them as she shivered with passion, �I�m going to act out your very favorite with you until your passionate screams echo throughout the forest.�

*

No one was especially surprised to see the two descending the stairs together--it had been taken for granted that he would be there by daybreak to collect his mate. What was surprising was the obvious tension in the two: they seemed to be avoiding even the most casual physical contact. The Higurashis looked at each other, wondering if they had had another fight.
After a quick breakfast, they began the day�s work of transferring the crates and sacks of supplies from the storage building to the well house in the middle of the shrine. The hanyou was not surprised that there had been a number of additions to the mass of materials: a stack of garden tools, including a bag full of hand tools, seeds of all kinds, planting flats, bags of an organic potting mix formulated for germinating seeds, a large bundle of aluminum slats, panes of glass, and flats of young plants--tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, broccoli, and a wide variety of herbs. There were berry bushes, grape vines, and fruit trees. Surprisingly, there were also rose bushes in shades of red, white, and gold.
As the last of the material was stacked up next to the well, the hanyou breathed a sigh of relief: although it would be a tight squeeze, everything would fit into the wagon he had borrowed. Kagome emerged again from the house, carrying a small bundle wrapped in a silk scarf. It had been decided that she would go through the well first, so that she could supervise the loading of the wagon. The hanyou himself would carry the bulk of their supplies through the portal.
If any of her friends noticed that she seemed a little distracted, they made no mention of it. Still, the preparations and loading of the supplies went quickly in spite of Shippou�s �help.� He had greatly missed his adopted mother, and had no desire to let her out of his sight once she had returned. He was more than a little disappointed when she told him that she would be leaving the village and that he wouldn�t be able to go with her--at least not right away. �It can�t be helped, Shippou-chan. I know that he told you what was going on, and that it would probably take us a few days to get our new home set up so you could come out. I think,� she said, hugging the little kitsune fiercely, �That we�ll be coming back to the village tomorrow so that we can return the wagon. We can have a nice visit then, okay?�
At that point the hanyou emerged from the well, grabbing the human girl by the hand. �Come on,� he growled. �I think your family wants to see you before we go.�
It wasn�t exactly the tearful goodbye she had anticipated. It was not, after all, like she would never be coming back. The older woman smiled as she watched her daughter drop down through the well to begin her new life. She could hardly wait to see her future grandchildren--they would be so cute, especially if they ended up having their father�s ears.

*

After returning to the Sengoku Jidai, there was a brief delay while the couple made their farewells to the friends who would be remaining in the village, at least for a time. After a long series of goodbyes in which Shippou reminded Kagome of that scene in �Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs� in which Dopey kept getting in line for an extra goodbye kiss, they were finally left alone.
Without another thought, the girl started to climb up into the wagon, but found herself immobilized by powerful hands around her waist. She was surprised, until the deep voice sounded in her ear. �No, you don�t. Don�t you remember what I said this morning?�
He turned her around in his arms, pushing her back against the side of the wagon. He crushed her to him, bending his head to taste her lips with bruising force. He smirked inwardly as he noticed the spike in the scent of her arousal--he was succeeding admirably in his plan to keep her in a state of nearly desperate readiness throughout the day. Releasing her from his grasp, he slid his hands up under her light sweater, cupping her breasts in his hands, rubbing her erect nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She moaned in pleasure, leaning forward against him, and he buried his face in the juncture of her neck and shoulder, licking and nibbling at the tender skin of her throat until he could feel her knees threaten to buckle beneath her.
�That�s enough for now,� he whispered, lifting her easily and setting her on the seat at the front of the wagon. He climbed up next to her, resting a proprietary hand on her thigh. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, suddenly aware that his campaign to keep her in a state of continuous arousal was having an effect on him as well. He shifted his position again, trying to ease the pressure on his painfully erect member, enormously grateful for the fact that his clothing was loose enough to conceal the exact nature of his problem from prying eyes.
It took much of the hour-long journey to the site of their future home to get himself under control despite the fact that the close quarters forced them to spend that entire time with their thighs pressed against each other. Every bump and dip in the road jostled them together, creating a pleasant tingling in him that rapidly became a painful burning in his skin where it touched hers separated only by the thin layers of fabric.
When the wagon finally emerged from the forest, she looked around at an apparently untouched landscape. The clearing was a large one, with a massive rocky formation to one side that seemed to go on for quite a distance until it was lost to view in the trees. A short distance away was a beautiful still pool that steamed gently in the afternoon sun. A small waterfall fell into the far end of the pool with a merry tinkling sound. �This is a beautiful place,� she said. �Could we stop here for a while?�
�No,� he said, �We�re going to be stopping here for the rest of our lives.� Leaping from the wagon, he went around to the opposite side to help her down.
She looked around the clearing again. She remembered that he had said something about a cave that could be remodeled into a home, so she walked slowly over to the rock face across the clearing. �I don�t see anything. Are you sure this is the right place?�
He nodded slowly. �This was my first home after my mother died. I don�t think I�ll ever be able to forget it. This way,� he said, pushing aside the screen of living vines that concealed the entry.
While she waited in the entrance, he moved ahead to the fireplace he had built at the rear of the cave. Reaching into his haori, he brought forth the box of matches he had concealed there before leaving the other world earlier. Despite his relative unfamiliarity with the matches, he got the fire lit in record time, using it to ignite torches he placed in holders set on either side of the entryway. She looked around with interest. The chamber was large, with a level dirt floor. To her left was what looked like a natural shelf at about shoulder height. The wall to the right was blank and curved slightly to create a small alcove. Above the fireplace was a natural opening that allowed both natural light to enter and smoke to exit. Covering most of the floor was what looked like a thick fur pelt in mottled shades of black, brown, cream, and rust.
�What�s this?�
He shrugged. �When I came back here to get my mother�s things I found out that a big cat youkai had been using this place as a den. It came at me as I was leaving, and I had to kill it. I traded the teeth and claws to the tanner in the village so he would prepare it so I could use it as a rug. I thought you might like it.�
She paled slightly as she looked at the size of the pelt. �It was enormous! How did you do that without getting hurt?�
He shrugged again. �It attacked in the forest. It was so big that it couldn�t maneuver worth a damn--that gave me the advantage. So,� he said, �What do you think of the place?�
She nodded slowly. �It�ll be comfortable. The walls of the cave will keep it cool in the hottest part of the summer and keep the heat from the fire inside during the winter. Since it�s not too big, it�ll be easy to keep warm. I just don�t know where all that stuff we brought will go.�
He laughed softly, the sound sending shivers up her spine. �It�s bigger than it looks. Take a look to the right of the fireplace.�
She looked in the indicated direction, finally noticing the reed mat hanging against the wall. She turned a questioning glance in her mate�s direction. �What�s that?�
�Myouga found a whole series of interconnected chambers through a small crack in the back wall. I got the village stone carver to expand that crack into a doorway. There are nine more rooms back there that we can use for whatever we want.� He paused briefly, then turned away slightly. �I wanted you to see them before we decided which one we would use for our bedchamber.�
Grabbing his hand, she dragged him toward the mat concealing the tunnel. �Let�s go, then. It�ll be dark in a few hours, and I�d rather have all our stuff inside before that.�
After a brief tour of the series of chambers, they agreed that the first--and largest--of them would do admirably for their sleeping quarters. As they had done earlier, they unloaded the wagon in stages, first bringing everything into the large main chamber, then taking most of it back to the last couple of rooms at the very rear of the complex, which would remain storage areas, at least for the foreseeable future. Those items that would be remaining in the main room were left in place so that they could be unpacked at their leisure. All of the things destined for their bedchamber were placed there so that they could be easily accessed when needed. The aluminum slats, glass panels, and all of the materials they would need for planting and tending their garden were also left along the sides of the main room. Perhaps they would start using them within the next day or so.
They decided early on that they would open all of the crates carefully, as they would form useful modules that could be stacked into bookcases and storage cabinets as needed. Though there was no furniture to speak of, they would be able to make much of whatever they might need with the tools they had brought with them. Anything else could be traded for in the village.

*

She had just finished unpacking the kitchen items when she felt a warm presence behind her. �That can wait,� he whispered in her ear. �Now that we�re here, we have the rest of our lives to take care of all this stuff.� Strong arms lifted her, setting her on her feet. �We have unfinished business, love.�
She reached out to where she had placed the bundle she had brought form her family home at the last moment. �I brought these for you.� She blushed furiously as she handed him the package. �I�ve been keeping these for more than two years.�
Instead of unwrapping the package, he placed it on the shelf. �I know what they are,� he whispered. �I can smell how aroused you get when you touch them. Those are the fantasies I asked you for, aren�t they?�
She nodded silently, reddening even further. He understood the enormous trust she placed in him by giving him the volumes, and pulled her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. Keeping a grip on her with one hand, he gently stroked her hair with the other. �I think we�ll put those away for now--I made a serious mistake when I planned this: I didn�t think about how much keeping you aroused all day would affect me. I don�t think I can hold on long enough to indulge any of your fantasies right now.�
She shivered against him. �There�s always later on,� she whispered, reaching up to bring his head down to her eager lips.
He moaned, pulling her tighter against him so that she could feel the precise nature of his difficulty. �This is what you do to me, love. You don�t even have to do anything--all I need to start this is knowing that you�re there.� He breathed deeply, taking in the scent that was rapidly passing from enticing to demanding. Realizing that their bedchamber had not yet been prepared, he decided that he didn�t care in the least--the thick pelt of the youkai he had killed would probably be softer than the oversized futon they had brought from her world anyway.
He lifted her from her feet, setting her gently on the fur. She moaned in pleasure--she had never before felt such a luxurious sensation as the five-inch-deep fur against her skin. She could only imagine what it would feel like once they were undressed. He dragged his claws across her body, not yet allowing himself access to her bare skin. Although he had realized that he didn�t retain enough control to fulfill any of the erotic fantasies he hoped he inspired in her, he wanted to pleasure her thoroughly before actually taking her again. After a few more lazy caresses given through the barrier of her clothing, he reached down, pulling the light cotton sweater up over her head. With a hand behind her head, he raised her up to kiss her, working at the clasp of her bra with his free hand. It took a few moments to get the unfamiliar fastening loose, but he was rather proud that he had managed to do so without destroying the garment in the process. Pulling it out from where it was wedged between their bodies, he threw it aside before dropping his head to taste her lips once again on his way to the hollow of her throat. He bit down, just hard enough to leave a slight indentation in her perfect skin, then moved on to his next destination.
He lapped eagerly at the rosy peak of her left breast, swirling his soft tongue around and around the erect nipple as she moaned in pleasure beneath him. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he carefully rolled the hardened nub between his thumb and forefinger while bathing its twin with his tongue. Her moans came faster now, and she arched her back, bringing her upper body more firmly against him. After a short time, he returned to her lips, leaving them swollen with the force of his passion. �You like this, love?� he asked, stroking his claws down the length of her side. �I think that�s enough.� Releasing her, he moved down until he was kneeling between her thighs. Again, he had a little trouble with the unfamiliar fastenings of her jeans, but managed to free her from the constricting garments without damaging them.
For a few moments he just sat there and looked at her. Although he could feel the small scars that had come from their quest for the Shikon no Tama, there was actually only one visible--the jagged scar on the left side of her ribs from which the centipede youkai had extracted the Shikon jewel when she had first come to this world. He frowned thoughtfully as he ran a thumb over the ridged skin of the scar, surprised when she moaned even louder than before. �I�m sorry, love,� he whispered. �If I�d had any way to know--I would never have wanted you to be hurt so much, even if it meant that we�d never meet.�
She was trembling in her passion now, barely aware of her surroundings. He lifted her from the fur, supporting her with her back against his chest, while he licked and nibbled at the mark he had left on her shoulder. She cried out at the overwhelming sensations, stiffening against him, as her arousal grew even more powerful and her juices began to flow freely from her. He could stand it no more. Returning her gently to the fur, he undressed quickly, freeing his painfully erect member from the confining clothing in which it had been trapped all day. He positioned himself above her, resting most of his weight on his forearms to keep from hurting her, and pressed a light, almost chaste kiss on her lips.
He pulled back in surprise and stared as he felt the unmistakable sensation of her hand closing around his length. With a rough groan, he pressed himself harder against her as she slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft. Although he hadn�t thought it possible, he felt himself growing even harder under her ministrations as she slowly tormented him. He rolled slightly away from her, unable to free himself from her grasp. �Don�t--� he grated out.
She shook her head, leaning over him to kiss him with an aggression he found strange but exciting at the same time. �No. I think that if I give you your release right now,� she said, squeezing him to make sure she had his attention, �You�ll be able to begin again before too much longer. Isn�t that right?�
�I�think so,� he moaned. His fists grabbed at the fur rug beneath him as she continued her slow torture. �Why?�
She moved her lips to his ear. �Let�s just say that I don�t want to cheat you out of your fantasy.� She dragged her tongue lightly over the tip of his ear, smiling as he started a frenzied movement with his hips. He was driven by instinct now--nothing mattered except attaining the release she had promised.
Deciding that the time had come, she removed her hand from his twitching member. He stared at her with wide, unseeing eyes. �No--� he moaned.
She didn�t answer--she was busy kissing her way down his body. She paused now and then to nip lightly at his flawless skin before continuing on her way. Raising her eyes so that she could see his expression, she took a long lick at the sensitive underside of his member, beginning at the base and going all the way to the throbbing tip. She could see that he was fighting to regain his control, and smiled--that simply wouldn�t do. With a strangled cry, he began moving his hips again, this time in an attempt to free himself from the torment his mate was inflicting on him. She repeated the caress, then flicked her tongue at the tip of his member before sliding her lips down over the length as far as she could.
She stayed in that position for a few seconds, relaxing her jaw muscles so that she could take a little more of him into her mouth. She pulled slowly back, dragging her tongue along the sensitive underside as she did so. Pausing only a fraction of a second, she forced her head down over him again, setting a rhythm much like the one he set when he pleasured her. Almost immediately he began to match her rhythm, bucking his hips in an effort to drive himself even more fully into her. After only a few thrusts, she was surprised to find her nose pressed up against the hard muscles of his stomach--had she really managed to take all of him into her? Even though she was concentrating on pleasuring him, she could feel the wetness growing between her thighs as she felt him reacting to her.
She moved her head quickly up and down and he moved with her, maximizing the friction to his sensitive member. After only a couple of minutes she could feel the spasms begin. Locking her lips tightly around his shaft, she increased her suction sharply, sending him over the edge. With a howl of pure pleasure, he thrust forward hard, spilling his seed deep into her throat. When the spasms finally ended, she licked him clean, although she hadn�t been particularly fond of the taste--it seemed a little bitter and rather salty. Grabbing his discarded haori from where he had thrown it in his haste to undress, she crawled back up to him. She kissed him softly, and he could taste his essence on her lips. Curling up against his side, she covered them both with the garment, watching as his breathing began to slow.
She had lapsed into a warm, drowsy state somewhere between sleep and waking when she felt the single claw lightly trace the line of her jaw. She looked up into the wide amber eyes that still seemed a little glazed. �Hi.�
He shook his head in wonder. �What the hell did you do that for?�
She smiled up at her mate. �You said you wanted me to make you scream, remember? I wanted to see if I really could.�
His voice seemed to deepen a little. �If I remember right, that was only part of what I said.� He reached for her, pulling away the haori to leave her exposed to his gaze. �So beautiful�.� he whispered. He could smell the rich scent of her arousal saturating the air. �Have you really been thinking about what you want me to do?�
She laughed a little nervously. �I haven�t been able to think about anything else for a week.� She looked closely at him. �Are you sure you want to start again so soon? Don�t you need to rest a little first?�
He smirked, dropping his head to lick at her left breast, delighted at the way her body responded instantly to his attentions. �Did you really think that my hanyou stamina was only good for fighting? I could probably go on like this for three or four days before I became too tired to continue. Maybe,� he said, shifting his attention to the other breast, �I will.�
He gradually worked his way down her body, finally stopping when he found himself facing the source of the intoxicating aroma that had affected him so deeply. All in all, he decided, it was a delightful situation--his mate lying open to his attentions, her breath already becoming ragged with her growing desire, the youkai pelt on which they lay caressing his body with its impossible softness. He gripped her thighs tightly, leaving slight indentations in her soft flesh, and licked all around her entrance without actually touching her core. Lapping up the juices that flowed from her opening and licking her thighs clean, he could feel himself growing hard again as he drank deeply of her scent. He shook his head in wonder--he had never before realized that it was possible to be so completely aroused when not in heat.
Focusing his attention on his mate, he realized that she was thrashing her head against the pelt, moaning uncontrollably. Perhaps, he thought, he would be able to fulfill the commitment he had made to her before they had parted to make their preparations for moving into their new home. Nibbling lightly at her lower lips for a few moments, he pulled back from her, licking and kissing his way back up her body to where he could whisper into her ear.
He sucked softly on her earlobe. �Have you decided, love? Have you decided what you want me to do to make you scream in pleasure? Tell me,� he whispered. Realizing that she might be a little too embarrassed to actually ask for what she wanted, he changed his tack a little. �Tell me about one of your fantasies, love. Do any of them involve me? What do you dream of me doing?�
She managed to retain enough awareness of her surroundings to laugh softly. �They all involve you, baka. I�ve been dreaming about us being together for nearly three years now--since just a little after we defeated Yura.�
�Tell me,� he urged.
Her brow wrinkled with the effort of trying to think above the sensations he was causing to flash through her body. �I can�t,� she moaned. �Everything�s too jumbled together. I can�t think like this.�
He smirked at the thought that he could distract her so thoroughly. �Would you like me to read you some? I�m sure I could find something that you�d like.�
She moaned again, moving restlessly in his grasp. He took that as permission to continue, stepping to the shelf and retrieving the bundle she had brought from the shrine. Choosing a volume at random, he flipped it open to a page somewhere near the middle. Lying down next to her, he propped the book up against a fold in the thick fur, allowing his hands the freedom to explore her body as he read her deepest desires. �Here we go, love. I bet you�ll like this. �I woke up in the dark. I didn�t know where I was, but I knew that I wasn�t where I had gone to sleep: the trees there were so dense that little light could reach the ground, but I could feel warm sunlight on my face. Raising my hands to find out why I couldn�t see, I gasped when a hand suddenly gripped my two wrists, pinning them above my head. A soft voice spoke in my ear. �Don�t. I don�t want you to see, just feel.� I relaxed a little--I knew that he wouldn�t do anything to hurt me. I felt hands tugging at the tank top I wore to sleep in the summer months, pulling it over my head. I trembled in anticipation--I�d been wanting this for months, but thought that he didn�t return my feelings. I felt his hands on the sides of my face, and his warm lips brushed against mine. He must have liked what he felt, because he kissed me again, harder this time. He licked delicately along my lower lip, and I gasped in surprise. He slipped his tongue deep into my mouth, moving over every surface, violating me in a way I had never before experienced. He backed away, and I could almost see him listening to my breathing. Could he tell how excited I was getting? I could feel a tingle deep inside, in some place nobody had ever been able to reach before. He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, until I began to lick at it with my own. He pulled me tight against his chest, and I sucked at his tongue as though it meant life itself. I could feel the familiar ache and the dampness starting between my thighs.� Is that how it feels to you, love?� he asked, as he slid his hands down her body, gently kneading her breasts while she moaned in her ecstasy. �Would you like me to go on?�
He looked up in anticipation, so fixated on the trembling in her muscles that he almost missed the whispered, �Please�.� that was torn from her lips.
�Your fantasies get you excited, don�t they? All right, then, maybe a little more.� �He pulled away from my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling with the fires he had ignited in me. His hands roamed at will over my body, massaging my breasts. He rubbed a thumb over my left nipple, and it felt like an electric shock going through me. I could feel the nipple harden under his touch, and I moaned with the overwhelming pleasure. I could feel something soft against my skin--his hair?--and his soft lips closed over my erect nipple. He licked at it with his warm tongue, and I moaned again. I knew I was making a lot of noise, but I didn�t care who might hear me--it just felt so good. I gasped in surprise as he rubbed at the other nipple while still licking and sucking at the first. I arched my back, pushing myself against him, trying to give him access to more of me. He moved slowly, licking and nibbling his way from one erect nipple to the other, while I could only lie there and tremble from the sensations he gave me. While keeping one hand and his mouth occupied with pleasuring my breasts, he slid his other hand down my stomach. I cried out as his hand slipped into the top of my sweat pants. With a sharp yank, the sweat pants were down around my ankles, and I was completely exposed to him. Although his weight on me kept me from moving, I had enough freedom to kick the pants completely free of my legs. His hand continued its downward travel, stopping only when he reached the apex of my thighs. He placed his whole hand between my thighs, his palm against my womanhood, massaging the outer lips gently. I cried out again as he moved his thumb to lightly rub the hardened nub above my entrance. I could feel the wetness between my thighs growing even more intense. Suddenly his lips left my breast and he spoke again. �Do you like that?� he asked. �Do you want more?� I could only moan from the pleasure running through my body. I moved my hips, pushing against his hand, and he said, �Tell me what you want.� I could only gasp out, �Take me�please.� It must have been the right answer, because he returned to my breasts with renewed vigor. He shifted his weight a little so that he was lying more on top of me, and I could feel the heat of his member pressing against my thigh. After what seemed like both forever and only a couple of seconds, he pulled away and began dropping kisses on my skin. He kissed his way down my stomach until he was lying between my spread thighs. �Open yourself to me,� he commanded, and I reached down and pulled my outer lips apart--at this point I would have done anything he asked of me to get more of the pleasure he offered. I could feel his warm breath on my thighs as he looked at my most sensitive place. He moved slightly, and I could feel him kissing and licking my juices from my thighs, occasionally grazing the sensitive skin there with a fang. My hips were moving of their own volition now, and I had no more control over my body--all I could do was ride out the waves of pleasure he caused in me. I could feel his hands gripping my thighs hard, as though he expected me to try to get away from him. I could feel his breath against my womanhood, then something soft and wet caressed my opening from bottom to top, causing me to cry out in passion. He repeated the slow movement of his tongue, pausing to lap up the fluids that were flowing freely from my opening. I tried to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue, but his arms were like steel bands as they held me firmly to his face. I couldn�t even move my hands--they were pinned in place by the position of his head as he continued to lick at my opening. I had to make a real effort to breathe, and I was mostly successful, until he moved a fraction of an inch and took the nub at the top of my entrance between his lips, sucking on it gently. I stiffened in pleasure as the waves of sensation overtook me, screaming in ecstasy as he continued to assault my sensitive tissues with his smooth tongue. When the spasms finally subsided, he spoke again. �Was that what you wanted?� he asked, �Do you need more?� Even though I had attained a kind of release, I knew that there was still some sensation that I hadn�t reached yet. �I want you inside me. Please.� I realized that I sounded pathetic by begging him for sex, but I don�t think I could have survived being so aroused without the kind of massive orgasm I could feel waiting in the wings. In answer, he pulled himself back up my body, kissing me again. I could taste myself on his lips, and that somehow excited me even more. He wrapped his arm around me to keep me from moving and let his free hand wander down until he could push a finger into my opening. He moved it in and out of me, giving me a hint of what was to come. I moaned, grinding my pelvis against his hand, and he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. �Pretty eager, aren�t you?� He crushed his lips against mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. He moved forward sharply, tearing through my barrier and seating himself all the way into me with a single thrust. I screamed at the momentary pain, but he muffled my cry of pain with his lips. He held himself like that for a few moments, as he waited for the tension in my muscles to relax. Once he could feel the muscles loosen slightly around his member, he began a slow motion in and out of my body. I gasped at the sensation of being so stretched by his size, then began to move my hips, matching his rhythm. Reaching down, he raised my knees until they were above him, giving him a better angle to drive even deeper into me. My breath was coming in gasps now, and I could feel something unfamiliar but as necessary as air building in me. He pounded in and out of me, faster and faster, as I moaned with each movement. Finally, he slipped a hand down between our thrusting bodies and massaged my sensitive nub roughly, pushing me over the edge into a mind-numbing, screaming climax. My inner muscles clenched around him, and he screamed his pleasure with me as I milked the seed from his rigid member. He made a few more leisurely thrusts to make certain that he had expelled all his seed before allowing himself to slip out of me. Finally, he removed the blindfold, kissing me again. �Was that everything you hoped for, love?� I could only look at him with my sweat-streaked face and sticky hair and say, �For now. Can we do this again some day?� He nodded slowly before wrapping me in his arms and letting me drop off to sleep.� Is that the kind of thing you�d like, love? A little mystery?� Looking at her face, tense with battling the overpowering sensations he created in her, he decided that he very much liked reading about her secret desires.
Pulling her closer to him, he felt the same overwhelming eagerness he had been watching grow in her face as he read her dream. She shivered uncontrollably as he lightly stroked the skin over her ribs, and he bent his head to her ear once again. �I think you�re ready for me now, love. Don�t you?� With only the lightest touch to her entrance to confirm that she was thoroughly lubricated, he positioned himself between her raised knees and slammed his member all the way into her with a single powerful thrust. She cried out at the fierce intensity of his passion, pausing only a moment before matching his thrusts with her own. As their bodies moved together, pounding to what promised to be a shattering climax, he found her lips with his own only seconds before she screamed through her orgasm, the tightening of her muscles around his arousal triggering his second climax in an hour. He screamed along with her, feeling as though his seed had been forcibly torn from his body by his mate.
With a deep groan, he collapsed at her side, unable to do more than quiver with the sensations still rolling over him.
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