Warning 1: Someone there asked me for smut? XD
Warning 2: For those who do not know yet, I write in Portuguese and then an app converts to English.
Warning 3: SMUUUUUUUUUTTTTT!
CHAPTER 6 - TEN YEARS LATER (PART 2)
She was ready to feel his mouth desperately over hers. She was waiting for a hungry, hurried kiss and even a little sloppy in its urgency. That was what his eyes told her to anticipate, after all.
With Kuon, expect the unexpected, was the conclusion she came to.
He filled the space that separated them with a torturous sluggishness, and when their lips finally touched, he stroked hers with his, her nose with his, their breaths mingling in a confusion of aftershave and toothpaste.
She was confused, and he was loving it.
Each time her lips parted and tried to deepen the kiss, he backed down and kissed her face. His hands were too high and too still for her taste, one behind her head and the other at her neck.
She did not perceive the small sounds she made, almost inaudible and choked up pleasures of a throbbing desire that mercilessly accumulated inside her, but Kuon cataloged each of them as little treasures. Like droplets of water returning life to dry land.
The setting sun only highlighted the reddish hidden tones in his green eyes, a perfect demonstration of the flames that consumed him but over which he wanted to have perfect control.
He waited ten years for that moment. He would enjoy every second. Quietly. Carefully. Deliberately.
Unable to wait another second, her hands dropped from his shoulders to his chest, feeling, squeezing, scratching, urging him to return her caresses with equal intensity, but he only let her touch his bare chest as he traced the outline of her chin with his lips, finally reaching her ear.
He nibbled at her lobe, sucked it, allowed his own breath to undone her. He left a trail of fire on her neck and some hickeys beginning to appear, to his own delight more than Kyoko's.
Not that she was not maddened with desire, if her grunt of protest when he stopped her wandering hand from touching him over his pants was any indication.
At least now she managed to catch his lips in a fierce kiss.
Kuon indulged her and followed her for a few seconds. He let her tongue feel his, let her teeth feel his lips and let her mouth devour his as much as he devoured her mouth. He even allowed her to straddle him and leave some marks on his neck! However, when she began to rub at his erection, he stopped her, holding her by the hips, receiving in return a new grunt of protest.
"Do you think I do not know what you want, Kyoko?"
"Ah..."
He whispered sexily in her ear, making her shiver from head to toe.
"You think I do not feel how hot-"
"Ah..."
"-and wet you are, even through our clothes?"
"Kuon..."
"You think I cannot feel your hardened nipples on my chest?"
"Quickly..."
"Do you think it would not be easy to set my cock free, pull your soaking panties aside…"
"Ah!"
"… and sink into you?"
"Please!"
"No, Kyoko. I'll take my time with you... "
"Ah..."
"I'm going to enjoy every inch of your body"
"Hm"
"Until you cannot feel anything but me..."
"Ah..."
"... think of nothing but me"
"Hm"
"And when I'm done with you, you're going to beg me to start all over again"
"Kuon!"
He jerked her up with impetuosity. All Kyoko could do was hug him with her legs, hold onto his shoulders and let him carry her into the room with long strides. He carefully laid her down on the bed, where he finally ran his hands and mouth over her body.
Feeling him suck and nibble a nipple over the fabric was fine, but when he finally undressed her, removing her dress over her head and releasing her bra, Kyoko's excitement seemed to double.
"Damn, Kyoko. Look at you..."
Kneeling between her legs, Kuon's face was hungry as he devoured her image, only in panties and her long black hair scattered on the bed. With one hand flattened over her abdomen, it slowly climbed up, feeling every gasp she let go, until it finally touched her breasts, nipples, and areolas.
"They are so lovely... So fucking beautiful…"
Feeling, kneading, pinching gently, watching her moan and squirm, finally taking them in his mouth, first one nipple, then the other, until he was surprised to hear her moan louder and feel her stiffen for a second before shuddering.
When the disorientation subsided enough and she began to catch her breath, she found a smiling Kuon watching her closely.
"Oh... your breasts are pretty sensitive, aren't they? It's the first time I see a woman cum just stimulating them"
She blushed and he smiled even more.
"Great! Now that you are satiated and less restless, I can taste you as I should"
It took her a few seconds to understand what he was saying. She realized the instant his hands had pulled her by the hips to the edge of the bed. First, he removed her panties, a small and fragile piece of clothing that in no way hid Kyoko's excitement; then, he got rid of the uncomfortable confinement of his jeans.
She felt her mouth dry and her heart pounded at the contour of his (still restricted by the boxer) arousal. However, Kyoko did not have time to enjoy the view for a long time, since he soon knelt on the ground and put each leg of her on one shoulder, leaving her wide open before him.
Kyoko has never felt so exposed in her life. Not even when she gave birth.
Her thighs contracted reflexively, trying to protect her most private part from the obvious and meticulous scrutiny, but his head was in the way and would not allow her legs to close. She was deeply flushed by now, but she felt a new wave of shame raging as she peered into his face.
His expression was one of deep concentration. His gaze was almost longing.
Without looking away or giving any indication of knowing he was being observed, with one hand Kuon held her hips firmly in place, and with the other he moved her lips slightly apart. He gently touched her nub, bringing his face closer and deeply inhaling Kyoko's scent.
Kyoko was mortified. Kuon seemed the happiest man on earth.
"You're so beautiful down here..."
His expression became feral as he watched her arousal build up enough for a drop of nectar to flow and slide down a buttock to the bedspread. Kyoko took a second to wonder how many times he dreamed about that moment, how often he fantasized about doing that with her to look so ecstatic until his mouth made contact with her sex and she could not think anymore.
He licked, lapped, nibbled, sucked eagerly. When his tongue paid attention to her clit, his fingers penetrated her; when his fingers caressed her clit, his tongue penetrated her. In seconds she was once again on the edge, her back arched almost painfully, her inner walls compressing Kuon's fingers.
She moaned his name almost desperately, her hips moving frantically against his face for the release of that sweet agony, and he found a willingness to smile despite his own painful arousal.
"Kuon! Oh my God... Kuon! "
"Cum, Kyoko. Cum for me"
And she dutifully came, a long, intense, bewildering orgasm that shook her and slipped from his fingers to Kuon's elbow.
It was exactly what he wanted and demanded every fiber of his self-control not to cum just seeing her so wild and wanton. He could think of nothing but being inside her, the painful pressure in his groin demanding relief. There was no room for gentleness, but he needed her to be minimally aware of what he was doing to her, otherwise all of his efforts to control himself would have been in vain.
His plan was to dominate all of Kyoko's senses, and he had not gone so far as to ruin everything now. However, thinking was easier than doing, since Kyoko, the woman he had loved and wanted for ten goddamn years, was naked, trembling, and impossibly wet before him.
Leaping up, he removed his boxer and held the swollen, throbbing member in his hand, smoothing it languorously as if taming a beast, waiting with barely restrained impatience for Kyoko to open her eyes.
When she did, she encountered the glazed gaze of Kuon, the man who had once been a confidant, a friend, a senpai, an impossible love, a distant dream, a guardian, and who now taught her about true lust.
Watching her watch him, he moved slowly between her legs, lining up his swollen, blackened tip with Kyoko's entrance, and looked expectantly at her. The only answer she had to give was to spread her thighs invitingly.
In the next second, the firm thrust. The hands holding her by the hips held her firmly in place, allowing him to sink to his base. She gasped and moaned; he grunted and stopped. His eyes fluttered in his sockets and his whole body shuddered.
"So good! Fuck... you're so tight!"
The feeling of having him inside was not like anything she had ever felt in her life. That unbridled and crazy desire to feel every inch of him was a stunning novelty.
He knew it would be good, but he did not expect that good. He finally began to move, but he did so with some disbelief.
"Holy shit... so hot and wet..."
She was absolutely delicious and he knew he could not last long. Every time their hips collided, with every staccato moan she gave, an electric current of pleasure flowed down his spine.
She was such a sight, her eyes half open and tearful, her mouth open with moans, sighs, and cries of pleasure, her desperate hands pounding on the pillows and clenching the sheets, her lovely breasts swaying with each thrust. She was also close, but not as close as he was, and he needed her to come first, screaming his name.
"Kyoko... I need... shit! Don't... don't squeeze me like that... I'll... Fuck!"
As if it were possible, his obvious desperation only excited her more. It was primitively powerful to watch how her body was making a man so much more experienced than her lose control.
"Harder..."
"What?"
"Harder!"
He gave her what she wanted, even though it would make him last even less. One, two, three firm and rhythmic thrusts later, Kyoko's walls became wetter and tight as she begged him not to stop. Kuon felt beads of sweat trickling down his back and temples in the almost extraordinary effort he was making as he pushed deep inside her, retreating to the tip only to sink back down to the base, harder and harder.
As if the feel of her body opening to receive his was not enough, now she whimpered his name as her liquid excitement trickled down Kuon's legs.
"Fuck... Kyoko, I... dammit, you're so hot!"
Finally, he felt it. Kyoko blessedly screamed his name as she came, making Kuon almost cry with relief and cum two thrusts later, pouring himself into her and barely managing to keep the dead weight that had become his body from colliding with hers.
Behind the haze of pleasure, Kyoko could feel him pulsing inside her and trembling over her. Both were sweaty, breathless, exhausted, but it was obvious that his exhaustion was greater than hers. Therefore, she tried, though unhelpfully, to accommodate him best in bed. After a few unsuccessful attempts, the most she could do was make him return to planet Earth, realize what she was trying to do, and crawl across the bed, taking her with him, comfortably accommodating the two of them.
He hugged her, kissed her, and asked if she was all right, if he had been rough, if he had hurt her, barely giving her time to answer between questions. He combed her hair with his fingers and kissed her face, whispering vows of love in Japanese, English and Russian, promising that he would never allow anything or anyone to stand between them again.
Kyoko cried. Finally, she had her prince.
At some point during the cuddle, they fell asleep. They woke up a few times during the night: he, to cover her because of the cool breeze that came in through the window; she, to swallow a yogurt (they had not dined and she was almost sure he pretended to sleep when she asked if he wanted something to eat); both, as the rising sun filtered through the open curtains.
It was a new day. A new tomorrow. A new life, full of possibilities.
A/N - Promise is debt! Is mine paid? XD