so i was looking through the things i posted in here, and i never did post this story here. I meant to also post it here but i kind of forget, which is happening alot lately. So i know some of you already read it but still, here it is
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Because if i did .
She let me into her apartment, and I stood in the hall waiting for her to follow.
I pushed open the door and walked into her bedroom. I took in the neat crisp bed linen and the candles dotted about giving off a meadow-fresh smell.
"Does your room always look this good?"
A pause. "No"
I flicked my eyes at her and we laughed nervously. Then her expression changed to something far more intense and my stomach plunged. I moved around her room, picking up things and putting them down.
"Shizuru?" she said softly. She was right beside me, I hadn't heard her approach.
I looked at her.
She slid her hands along my neck, under my hairline, sending electric shivers down my back, brought her face to mine, and kissed me. Tentatively at first, then suddenly we went for it and I was overwhelmed by her nearness, the softness of her hair, the heat of her through the thin cotton of her shirt. I moved my thumb along her jawline, my fingers down the line of her spine, my palm againts her hip bone.
I had removed her shirt and there was her stomach, flat and toned. I watched my hand pop the button of her jeans.
Then we froze; now what?
My hand was shaking slightly. I looked at her. She was watching me, her expression beseeching, and slowly I found myself lowering the zipper.
Lean, small bottom, a line of muscles along the back of her thighs, she was even more amazing than I'd imagined. Her shoulders flexing, she unwrapped me like I was a present. "Shizuru, you're so beautiful, " she said over and over. "You're so beautiful."
Her skin felt like silk againts my body, and she kissed me everywhere from my eyelids to the backs of my knees. I had thought of things to do to her but in the heat of the moment I forgot. The things she was doing to me, the slow thrusting of her clit againts mine, the heat and the need and the pleasure building, swelling...We picked up speed and I wanted more.
"Natsuki, I think I'm going to..." She was moving faster and faster againts me, and I was still building, building, moving toward the top, then after a second of pure nothingness, I exploded, delicious pleasure radiating outward and inward, afterwaves throbbing through me.
Then she came, her fingers tangled in my hair, her eyes closed, her face a picture of anguish, saying my name. "Shizuru, Shizuru, Shizuru."
For a long time afterward, neither of us spoke. Slick with sweat and knocked out by pleasure , we lay againts the sheets. I was having little conversations with myself in my head: That was amazing. That was incredible. But I said nothing I didn't want it to be too cliche.
"Shizuru?"
"Mmm?"
She rolled over on top of me and said, "That was amazing."
I couldn't help but giggle at her respond. I kissed her forehead and she smiled at me lovingly.
We went to sleep spooned together, her arm tight around my stomach, my hand resting on her hip. It had been amazing.