"Sesshoumaru" she said roughly and grabbed at his hands firmly. "I'm not some delicate flower. You said it yourself you thought I was a demons whore, so if you want to do this, don't tremble over me like I'm some fragile little thing, I'd sooner smack u silly than be all dainty with you."
It seemed to be all the encouragement he needed, his moment of weakness seeming to have slipped away. His hands were rough against her shoulders as he pushed her back against a tree, lips crushing hers and she couldn't contain her moan. "Everyone has a soft side," he hissed against her lips. "I think I saw yours for a minute there, Kagome ," his lips parted and his tongue wriggled into her mouth, stroking her tongue, letting one hand run up to her hair. "But you like it rough."
"I've seen you manhandle demons, Sesshomaru, you're a mighty strong man," she panted, feeling her breath catch in her throat as his hands began to tug at her miko garbs, pulling them open and pushing them back. "Show me that fierce courage that I see on the field when you're battleing," she groaned as his lips covered hers once more.
Her thick garbs fell to the floor at her feet. The material of her shirt was up and over her eyes before she could protest about her garbs getting dirty, but those thoughts were gone in an instant as his hand grabbed her breasts, feeling them, holding them through the thin cotton of her sports bra. "You're practically perfect…"
"Hardly," he let his thumbs arch over her nipples, brushing them through the cotton and smiled when she hissed. He watched her eyes fall closed. "More than a handful's a waste anyhow. Besides, these are beautiful breasts, the chest of a powerful female," he leaned his head against her chest, his hair sending shivers through her skin.
Sesshomaru," she found herself crying out his surname as his tongue grazed over her stiffened peak, leaving a little wet mark on her bra. Her fingers found their way to his hair.
He pulled his head back from her chest and took a step back, and then another until he was leaning against the opposite tree, gazing at her. She looked thoroughly ravished, her chest heaving up and down, eyes closed, hair slightly tousled, wearing only her sports bra and hamikas. "Do I get to take those off, or do you want to do that yourself?"
Opening one eye she tilted her head to the side and allowed herself a glance at his body. Strong muscular shoulders rested square against the tree, his chest was bare, with two firm pectorals and a carved body the rest of the way down his torso. A fine smattering of thin brown curls began just below his navel and grew thicker as her eyes fell to his crotch. He was fully erect, his long cock weeping at the tip and she smirked. "Only if that's my reward for doing so."
One hand covered his cock, though he didn't do so in shame. His fingers curled around the base and slowly he stroked upward, squeezing drops of pre-cum into his palm. She licked her lips as she watched him spread his own fluid over his erection, watching his hips arch forward into his hand. "I think you'd better take your trousers off now, Kagome."
But her hands were already there, eyes never leaving his body, pulling the string and shimmying out of them until they were around her ankles and she lifted one slender leg and then the other, until she stood in only her sports bra and a rather racy black g-string.
Sesshomaru licked his lips. "You've got quite the taste in under garments, Kagome."
Her legs were only slightly muscular but he shuddered thinking about how tight she could clamp her thighs around him. She was like a fiery pixie only with sexy legs and no wings. He noticed how young, but mature the woman looked. "Kagome," he said her name, slowly rubbing his hand over his member, feeling it pulse and stiffen in his palm.
That's my name. Don't wear it out. Unless you're screaming it while I'm shagging you senseless," she smirked and then crossed both arms over her chest. It was a fluid, swan-like motion as she tugged the bra up over her head in one sweep, her perky little breasts bouncing against her chest for a moment, erect nipples straining forward. Spreading her legs, she bent her knees just slightly and looped a finger on either side of her hips into the thin elastic band of the g-string.