I slipped my hand along her skin, under those restricting garments. I felt the coarse patch of hair, stroked in fondly, and travelled lower still – tracing my fingers along her nether lips. An electric tremor shivered through me at the mere sight of watching her jolt as I brought her to life.
By now, by instinct, my hand was an expert at bringing about her bliss; it caressed her pulsing bead, dove a little further to tease her throbbing sex. She hated, loved, when I taunted her like this. Grabbing my hair, she pushed her hips desperately upwards, but I hovered just out of reach. I liked to watch her twist for a while longer; an indulgent little torment of mine.
Eventually, when her pretty pleadings and subtle moans became sufficiently loud and frequent, I removed that irritating clothing and proceeded with thoughtful pressure, speed. She was positively dripping! This pleased me no end as I allowed my deft digits to burrow deep inside her hot flesh…Oh! A gasp! She liked that, I liked it too; her reaction was always my catalyst. For a moment, I was taken aback by the wonder of her face; I wanted to see it, livid with passion.
Contorting under my touch, her body's writhing dance was accompanied by a stifled song which I made her swallow or else share with a pillow – lest we be heard. Although, I found it flattering nonetheless. My attitude was triumphant when I felt her, pressed on the verge of joy. Waves of sudden pleasure broke against her, again and again and again - for I would not let them cease, and her expression was now one akin to pain. I commanded her legs wide apart, no matter how she tried vainly to clench. Now? Now…
A climax tore through her, so fierce she raised herself up to meet me: I forced my lips against hers. Delicious, was victory. With an exhausted sigh, she shuddered the last diamonds of pure freedom away, like drops of sparkling dew upon red petals. And slowly, as always, my Beauty drifted into the sweetest slumber.
And again, she fell asleep whispering my name: Sakujun.
Sa Sakujun woke, his bed sheets transparent with superfluous sweat. That dream. That damnable dream again. Another lie, another hoax; Shuurei never said his name.