Ya-Haaaa!!!! Another chapter!!! Please read and review, hope you enjoy, your comments are most welcome minna-san!
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Mamori was standing in the most lavish bathroom of her life, gazing at her reflection in the ornate mirror. She was pale, yet her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining with fear and anticipation. It was her first time and she feared pain. She cooled her cheeks, then decided to go for a bath. She could hear Hiruma talking in low tones on the phone, his muted footsteps on the carpet while she lathered her body with mousse, scrubbed her body clean of the perfume and make up. She rinsed off the soap, dried herself and wrapped a towel around her warm clean body and walked towards the door. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the bedroom, her gaze locking onto the man she loved.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, typing furiously on his phone, his long legs propped on the small table, his jacket discarded on a sofa in the corner of the bedroom. Before she could utter a sound, his nose twitched and he looked up in her direction. Man… she looked delicious, he thought… her scent had reached him the moment she came into the room, warm, sensuous, flowery… the exact opposite of his male scent, which was spicy, with a mint flavour. He switched off his phone and flung it on the sofa. He walked towards her, and it reminded her of a predator stalking its prey, and she shivered. He stood within inches of her, a flimsy towel covering her from his gaze, and his long fingers reached out to caress the curve of her bare shoulders. A hand caressed her hip and drew her closer until her body was in contact with his taut form. He lowered his mouth onto her bare shoulder and pressed wet kisses, going back to the love bite, sucking on it again, and making it become purple. She clung to his shoulders as she felt heat coursing through her veins at the touch of his tongue on her bare skin and her fingers slid down to undo the buttons of his shirt clumsily. The buckle of his belt and the buttons of his pants were already undone and she merely zipped it down with a trembling hand, moaning softly each time he would choose a new place for a love bite… suddenly she felt her feet leave the ground and she cried out in surprise. He had lifted her into his arms and was carrying her to bed like a princess. He tossed her unceremoniously, and the towel parted to reveal her creamy legs. He tore off his shirt and she had a good view of his chest. Although during football practice she had seen him shirtless countless times, this was the first time she was allowed the luxury of admiring him as much as she wanted. His chest was hard and flat, the muscles bunched and hard as steel, his abdomen flexing with each movement, his skin the colour of gold. His arms were muscled and his fingers long and tapered, and she could feel her getting wet as she remembered those hands caressing her earlier in the limo.
He pulled her to the edge and kneeled down at the foot of the bed, parting her legs wide. She flushed as she felt his gaze, ' Hiruma no…it's embarrassing…don't…' and she fought against his hold, tucking her legs towards her quivering form.
'Sshh…' His movements more gentle, he parted her legs again, lifted a knee and his tongue traced a path of fire from the nook of her knee, gliding gently down the slope of her leg, pressing wet kisses, nibbling, tickling, sucking, leaving more love bites as he progressed towards her wet arousal. He lifted both knees onto his shoulders, his hand reaching out to push her back on the bed, baring her most intimate part to his mouth. It was glistening wet and quivering. Ignoring her protests, he touched the tip of his tongue to the wet nub, then sloped down to delve into her core, tasting her for the first time. Mamori cried out in shock and bucked into his mouth, 'No…no, don't…' she whimpered feverishly, clutching at his dark hair in frenzy as he lashed at her with his tongue, tasting her, sucking her nubbin softly but steadily into his mouth, his hand locking her limbs, stopping her from retreating from him. She felt each stroke like a wave washing over her body, nearly stopping her heart with the pleasure, tears pearling in the corner of her eyes as she sobbed with the intensity of these new sensations. As she gushed out her release, Hiruma grunted with satisfaction and let go of her quivering legs. He lifted her hips and pushed her back to the center of the bed, and positioned himself on top of her. He swiftly cast off the towel, his pants and boxers and laid his hot, naked body against her hers, kissing her cheeks, eyes, nose, ears before he caught her mouth in a wet, passionate kiss. She could taste herself and him, mixed sensuously, and she stretched and rubbed herself against him, enjoying the friction of their skin, softness against hardness.
He left her mouth to slide down to her round, creamy breasts, his hard cock gliding against her pelvis and settling naturally between her legs, and he took a nipple into his mouth, circling the tip with his tongue while his hand stroked her intimately, making her wet again, preparing her for another wave of pleasure. She thrashed under him as he kissed, bit and sucked on her breasts, her fingers raking his back in frustration, a hand pulling at his hair hard. ' Easy love…' whispered Hiruma, and her hand slackened on his hair, allowing him more ease to push into her breasts, taking her full into his mouth, sucking her hard, while his fingers slipped in and out of her wetness. ' Yoichi…please… I can't anymore…now…' she begged. He let go of her nipple with a devilish smile; he loved it when she begged for him like this… He left her side for a moment, rummaged into the drawer of the night table for a condom, tore the package with his teeth and slipped it on him… precaution first…he switched off the lamp and pulled the curtains, letting the full moon bathe the room, and the woman lying on the bed. Her fiery hair pooled around her creamy face, legs slightly parted, her rosy nipples stretching upwards with desire… she was so lovely… and she was going to be his… Mamori stared at the man in shadows approaching her, yet she felt no fear. Instead, she held out her arms, and heard his sharp intake of breath before he melted into sweet curves, touching the tip of his cock to her wet arousal as he caught her mouth in an ardent kiss… he knew it was going to hurt… she was so wet, yet so tight, it drove him crazy with need and his own arousal was getting bigger…damn… she wriggled under him, trying to push him further into her. Inexperienced though she was, she instinctively lifted her legs to curl around his hips. 'Damn you Mamori… don't move…' he whispered harshly. 'Yoichi…'she panted. He pushed harder into her until he broke the slim barrier and finally plunged deep into her... They both cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Mamori felt the pain lashing at her and quivered with the effort of mastering the pain, burying her face in his shoulder to hide her tears. She felt long fingertips caressing her hip slowly, and she realized amidst the excruciating pain that Yoichi was trying to ease her discomfort. Her love for him at that moment engulfed her heart, nearly choking her and the pain left her immediately, so that she could now feel his silky hardness inside her… he was inside her… heat pervaded her intimacy and from Hiruma's change in the pressure of his fingertips, she knew he was aware of it. He thrust softly once, drawing a cry of pleasure from her rosy lips, a second thrust, a whimper escaped her, a third thrust, deeper into her and she sobbed his name, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her legs hugging his hips tighter, and finally she felt his control snap as he pounded into her wildly. He lifted slightly off her and thrust straight and hard into her, hitting her clit, while he played with her nipples. Mamori was sobbing and panting his name over and over again, spreading her legs wider so he could go in deeper. Hiruma was in a daze…god damn, she felt so good, going in and out of her made him feel so complete it was scaring the hell out of him, yet the fear galvanized his movements, shifting their positions several times so that he could enjoy her cries and reactions, and most of all, she kept staying wet…Finally, they both reached the summit of pleasure together, Hiruma spilling his seed inside her… he sagged onto her as he felt his knees give way… shit… he had never felt like this before… he felt so wiped out that he did not have any strength left to slide out of her… damn, he had to… he could feel his cock receding, and he disengaged himself from her wet back, sliding out of her clumsily, the condom nearly peeling off… he flopped on his back and closed his eyes in exhaustion… 'Man, it feels so damn good…' he thought. He could feel her stirring next to him, and he scooped her against his chest… now it felt even better… her eyes were glazed, her mouth slightly open in a little 'o' of awe, her hair and skin damp from their love making… she still looked like an angel to him… ' You ok…?' he asked gruffly. ' Mm…' she cuddled into him, and he could feel her breasts pressing against his torso… it sent a direct electric shock to his shaft, hardening him… her eyes widened slightly… she had noticed… oh hell… so what… they had the whole night to enjoy… he ignored the nagging guilt that morning might not be the one he would have wished for either of them… he felt her tongue on his skin… 'Shit…' he whispered… he had her now, he would enjoy the night they had together, to hell with tomorrow…
I'm coming with new development soon with my little story!! I apologise for the english... and the love making scene may seem not too exciting... it's becoz I have not much experience in this!! Gomenasai... Please read and review!