Play With Me
Chapter 7
Surprise!
Authors' notes: Because we don't want to die of flaming and angry demands to let SxS get lucky, here you go...but not in the way you think!
And: Happy birthday Syaoran-kun! Guess what gift he receives in this extra-long chapter?
Disclaimers: 1) Don't read this if you don't like the idea of SxS making love, and 2) We don't own them!
Previously: Syaoran and Sakura spend Christmas together, and one thing leads to another...
Christmas Day, Li Mansion:
"Syaoran...Take me now, please," Sakura breathed, "before someone else interrupts!"
"No..." Syaoran moaned; his self-control was weakening, and he was thinking of how much easier it was the first time they made love. "I want this not to be a quickie, Sakura...I want us to take our time. Just like our first time." He hesitated at Sakura's entrance.
Sakura was thinking the same thing: back then, things were less complicated, there were no interruptions. Sometimes the past was the best thing.
I wish we could go back to when there were no interruptions, she thought wistfully.
And suddenly, a card activated just as Syaoran plunged his lips back on hers; neither of them realized until later that they had been pulled back six months into the past…to a day both of them cherished in their hearts.
It was July 13. Summer had just come over Tomoeda, and it was Syaoran's eighteenth birthday.
After his cardcaptoring adventures with Sakura Kinomoto, Syaoran had became a high school prince, much to his bemusement. Not that he couldn't remember not being adored; growing up in Hong Kong with four sisters and a doting mother, he was fawned over for his being the main heir to the Li fortune. He was also intelligent, and had great magical power. Since he'd been a young boy, people had remarked on his good looks; he had grown into a handsome young man with tousled light brown hair, dark brown eyes, smooth skin, a lightly muscled frame, and sensual cheekbones and lips.
It had not made him conceited; instead, he was wildly popular despite his being aloof because he was hard to resist. Girls sighed over him when he played on the football field or walked through the corridors, and on Valentine's day, he received so many chocolates, it always looked like he'd raided the sweet shop.
But since middle school, he had eyes only for his beloved girlfriend Sakura. She was the only one he'd ever loved, and since he'd realized it at the age of ten, he'd never even thought of the possibility of loving anyone else. He was gruff and somewhat aloof with others, only softening around Sakura, Tomoyo, and their friends.
One thing that amused people at school about Syaoran was that he was a peculiar blend of jock and nerd. He was strangely gullible, and was a favorite target (along with Sakura) for Yamazaki's silly stories. He was a natural athlete, and excelled at sports while making straight As in school. He loved history, math, and languages, and even when certain subjects put his classmates to sleep, he would be wide awake, eagerly listening to the teacher. Life was happy for Syaoran, and he smiled back at life whenever he could.
As he and Sakura spent more and more time together, he'd wondered: could he live his life without her? He'd been so much in love with her since he'd admitted his feelings to himself, and the miracle was that she returned his love with every bit of passion he felt.
That day, Syaoran waited in school, outside the gym, for Sakura to arrive, and fingered the velvet box in his pocket. It was a compromise; it was his birthday gift to himself. A white gold promise ring with one diamond—Sakura's birthstone—lay inside. He'd saved up for it because he wanted to ask her to marry him.
Since they started dating, he noticed that she was blossoming, becoming more beautiful as they spent more time together. He was treated to her wit, her silliness, and her laughter. At school, she was happy and perky, and he respected her wish for discretion, only holding her hand at school.
But when they were alone...they spent many happy hours kissing, first with their lips, then with their tongues. Syaoran surprised even himself the day he reached her neck and was allowed to tongue and kiss her there; it was the summer of their fifteenth year, and he'd gotten carried away.
Once, those liberties thrilled and delighted him. Now, those episodes left Syaoran unsettled and restless. He wanted more from Sakura, but he didn't want to scare her away.
But he was happy because they could spend time alone occasionally; Sakura's father hopped around the world ever since he'd made a discovery that cemented his reputation as an archaeologist, and Touya had moved in with his boyfriend Yukito when he'd left for college. They'd taken to hanging around each other's homes on weekends, and Syaoran loved the rituals of domesticity: Sakura cooking their dinner, him cleaning the house, training with their magic together—the day Sakura mastered casting the Cards without her staff, Syaoran had been as elated as she was—the two of them repainting his bedroom...
Bedroom. Syaoran squirmed. He'd been having dreams in which he was about to undress Sakura, and each time, he would wake up before he could see what her body was like. He was no fool; he knew it was his hormones on overdrive. But he did want to make love to her, so badly. And it had gotten worse since she turned eighteen earlier that year, ahead of him.
He so wanted to ask someone, anyone about what he was feeling and what he could do about it...but who? Certainly not his mother. And definitely not one of his few male friends; Eriol would probably traumatize him for life with whatever he said (and who wanted to talk to Hiiragizawa anyway when the guy was Clow's reincarnation?), and Yamazaki would probably lie.
And so instead, Syaoran bought books on lovemaking which he read when Sakura wasn't around, and watched movies of couples making love. He carefully hid them to make sure she wouldn't find them.
All it accomplished, though, was to make Syaoran even more aroused in her presence, and so he stopped. Sakura was beautiful and dense when it came to certain things, but also strangely wise at times. Was she ready to take that step in their relationship? Syaoran did not know, but he also did not want to push her or scare her off.
The worst times, and the best, in his opinion, were the nights they slept together. Sakura was innocent and trusting; when they lay in bed Syaoran thought she never noticed how hard he tried to hide how her presence affected him; once he'd even had to clean up in the middle of the night desperately trying not to wake her up after he'd had a wet dream. She often dropped off to sleep ahead of him, and he would watch her. The night she tossed and turned so much that her nightgown revealed her thighs, panties, and one breast, Syaoran had fled into his bathroom and pleasured himself so that he could get that longing for her out of his system. He'd slept on the couch after that, afraid he would do something to her.
Unfortunately, she was becoming more playful, more sensual.
Today, as she came to greet him a happy birthday, they wound up making out. She had guided his hands to her shoulders; she'd let him unbutton the first few buttons of her school blouse, and he could see where her cleavage started. Sakura did not have large breasts, but to Syaoran, they were perfect. In fact, everything about her was perfect, and even the thought of her body aroused him so much, he was ashamed of himself. She wore a lacy little pink bra, and she giggled as he blushed. Sakura's hands ran under his shirt, and she had begun licking and kissing his neck, leaving, for the first time, a love bite.
Sakura had also been thinking of the same things Syaoran was. She was not immune to his caresses; their makeout sessions always left her with a strange, hollow ache. And she found herself curious about Syaoran's body; she would watch him on the soccer field just to see how his muscles moved, wait for him to change his shirt...even covered with sweat, she caught herself wanting to taste his skin.
It embarrassed her to be thinking of Syaoran that way, and unable to take anymore, she'd told Tomoyo what she felt. Tomoyo had been delighted, and showered her with books and movies which she watched alone in her bedroom after making sure Kero was sound asleep thanks to an overdose of sweets and the judicious use of the Sleep card.
In those videos, she saw how couples made love. And oh, how she wanted Syaoran to do those things to her! She wanted him to kiss her in forbidden places, to lick her where no one else could, to thrust into her and make her his the way only he could.
And so, on his birthday, she decided to take things a step further. She suppressed a blush and let her school blouse fall off her shoulders; now he could see her breasts in their bra.
Syaoran stopped. He was getting way too aroused; the crotch of his pants had gone tight, and he knew what that meant. So, instead, he pulled out the box with the promise ring. Sakura's eyes went wide open.
"Syaoran..." She had been prepared to surrender her virginity to Syaoran that day as a birthday gift to him...and to herself. She had known for a long time that he wanted her, and after discussions with Tomoyo, she decided that she also needed him in that way. That he'd held out for so long and had never, ever pressured her into it, not even when she knew the boys in the locker room sometimes teased him about it, made her love him even more.
"It's not an engagement ring," Syaoran said softly as he held her hand. "But it is a promise ring. You use them for promises. I promise to marry you," and he indicated the ring's companion, a similar band but with a ruby—his birthstone—on it, "when we finish college. I've always loved you and I can only love you," he finished, his voice cracking. "So if you wear that, I'll wear this after you kiss it and accept my promise to you."
Sakura threw her arms around Syaoran. "Yes! Yes, oh yes! I love you, Syaoran!" And they wound up kissing and caressing again. But he cut their makeout session short when he realized he had an almighty erection; he didn't want her to see it.
She looked at him and said softly, as she blushed, "I...I can feel that you want me."
Syaoran turned completely red. "I...no...sorry...I'm not a pervert!"
"Syaoran," and she moved closer, "I trust you. I love you. Tell me what you feel." And she reached out, and for the first time, she touched the erection she'd been feeling for over a year now. He was hard and large, and she blushed.
"Sakura...you know I love you, right?" Syaoran breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from her hand on his hardness.
She nodded.
"I want...I need...I..." Syaoran paused. How could he tell her? But she wanted to know. "I want to make love to you." There, he'd said it. "But I can't, not...I don't want to do this on my birthday...force you..."
Sakura closed her eyes, and embraced him. That he'd waited so long to tell her...she had known, what he was feeling. She was still a bit afraid, but...no, she had decided that today would be the day. "Who said it would be force?" she whispered, and she licked his earlobe gently, then kissed his neck.
"Oh no please don't," Syaoran whimpered...before his hands took over and he pulled her close, kissing her hard and deep. Sakura sighed in pleasure. Come on, Syaoran, she thought.
"M...make l...love to me. Please," she whispered against his lips, her eyes closed.
"What?" Syaoran tilted her chin upwards. "You can't decide just like that. Don't say it because you want to please me on my birthday."
"I love you too, Syaoran. I want to prove it."
"Who told you you had to?" She opened her eyes, and he was looking at her with his intense amber gaze. "Never with me. You are always your own person, and if you choose to give yourself to me...I can wait until we're married. We're together, that's all I want." And he kissed her gently.
She chuckled, and he raised his head. "What is it?"
"You think you can wait?" And again, she placed her hand on his erection.
"Sakura...oh God!"
"Just because we're waiting doesn't mean we can't have fun." Her eyes, for the first time, were devilish, and she was grinning slyly. She was unbuttoning Syaoran's school shirt, and his amber eyes flew wide open. "Do you trust me?"
"What are you doing?"
She rose to nibble on his ear. "I've always wanted to see your chest up close," she whispered, as she slid his shirt off, then ran her hands over his lean, toned chest and abdomen. "Ooh, wow. I should watch you when you practice on the soccer field," she said.
Syaoran nearly came when she bent down and ran her tongue all over his chest, licking his nipples, his pectorals, his abdomen. Sakura laughed in delight to see his reaction, and her hands traveled down to his pants buttons.
"Oh no, you're not going to be the only one," Syaoran growled. "Now you've done it." He grabbed her hands, pushing them away from his pants, quickly unbuttoned her blouse, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Sakura's breath caught, and she flushed a bright red when her breasts came free. She tried to cover them, but Syaoran quickly kissed his way down to them.
He'd wanted to touch her there for so long, he paused as he found her small pink nipples. Syaoran touched them gently with each thumb, then took one into his mouth. God she tasted sweet! Syaoran flicked them with his tongue, teased them with his teeth...her breasts swelled, and she ran her fingers through his messy cocoa hair, pressing her breasts to him and whimpering.
Syaoran's erection was getting very, very hard; I have Sakura's nipple in my mouth! I'm tasting her! He thought He licked, teased, and sucked on it hard, then transferred to the other breast, giving it the same attention; his other hand fondled the nipple which was no longer in his mouth. "Your skin..." he whispered, then he kissed her quickly, his tongue swirling in her mouth. "God you are so beautiful, Sakura!"
She was squirming under him, restless, and when her hands found the front of his school slacks, he gasped.
"Don't, Sakura," he breathed against her lips. "I...I don't know if I can control myself."
"Then don't," she said recklessly, and unzipped him quickly, silencing his protests by kissing him fiercely, sliding her tongue above his. They wrestled, both trying to pull each other's clothes off, wanting to see the other completely naked. She had never wanted anything or anyone more, and when she managed to remove the rest of his clothing, he moaned against her lips.
He growled, and slid her skirt off. Sakura sighed, and rose to plant kisses on his neck, on his chest...wherever she could reach. In her hand, she found him, and he was hard. She almost tore his pants and briefs off, then slid her hands up and down his large shaft, stroking him, feeling him.
She lost her grip on Syaoran's manhood when he slid between her thighs, gently rubbing the area he thought her pleasure bud would be with his thumb. He prayed he would get it right, since all he'd seen before were books and movies. When her panties grew wet, he knew he'd done it right, and rejoiced.
Syaoran slid Sakura's underwear off, and gasped in pleasure when he saw her small, roselike sex. She blushed, and tried to close her thighs, but he kissed and licked her thighs, tickling her until she spread them open again.
He reached his fingers down, and slid them between her thighs. Her eyes were open wide, and he found she was very moist. Syaoran ran one finger gently up and down her labia, and Sakura gasped, arching towards him. He pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her breasts against his chest, her nipples hardening, and opening her mouth fiercely with his tongue, sliding it in passionately as he added another finger, gently rubbing up and down as he continued to kiss Sakura. He found her clitoris, and stroked it gently with his thumb, using her own moisture as a lubricant. Sakura moved, and gasped; she felt her body heating up. There was a surge of delicious sensations building up where Syaoran was touching her, and when he gently slid a finger into her and moved it in and out, she felt those sensations explode.
What is he doing? Sakura was lost in a sea of ecstasy. What Syaoran was doing was just too good, too much, too...something was beginning to make her whole body shake, and something was about to release from her little secret place which Syaoran's fingers were gently pleasuring her.
He felt her shudder, then relax. An orgasm, he thought joyfully. I've actually given her one!
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"Making me...come," and Sakura reached to stroke his cheek tenderly.
"But...I'm not done," and he grinned. He slid down between her thighs, then took a breath and plunged his mouth onto Sakura's little sex, licking gently up and down her labia, trying to find the pleasure bud. Ah, there you are!
He began to flick it up and down with his tongue, then realized Sakura had clamped her thighs around his face, and had screamed his name. He continued to tease and lick it; she tasted so good, sweet and salty, and her moans of pleasure were reaching a crescendo. Sakura's hands were in Syaoran's thick hair, and she was moving restlessly.
Sakura screamed out Syaoran's name as she came. He enjoyed watching her face, hearing her moans and screams, knowing he was the reason for them. He slid back above her, and kissed her again, tonguing her mouth gently. Sakura could taste herself on his lips, and it was a strange yet arousing sensation. Syaoran was stroking what he could reach of her skin. He felt he would burst from the love of her, and embraced her.
Sakura surprised him by pushing him back on the bed. Then, following what she'd seen in a book Tomoyo had lent her, she bent down to stroke Syaoran's shaft. She looked at it as she did; it was warm and pulsing, and she traced the veins with a curious finger as Syaoran hissed and thrust his hips upwards. She touched the tip, where a small dewlike drop of moisture had formed, and then, wanting to taste it, she slid his hardness into her mouth, and began to suck on him, moving her lips up and down, teasing his maleness with her tongue. Syaoran nearly screamed; how had she known he fantasized about that?
She licked at him, up and down, and moved her lips up and down his shaft. Oh but he tasted so different, yet so good!
Syaoran couldn't help it; this had never happened to him before, and the thought of his most private part in the mouth of the girl he completely loved…he came, hard, into her mouth. He was immediately sorry, and apologized profusely. Sakura merely shook her head, wiped her mouth, and crawled up to embrace him. Syaoran bent down to kiss her; his juice tasted strange and bitter in her mouth. But even as she swallowed it, she felt thrilled: I made him lose control!
"Wait," he said softly. "It's not fair."
"It's okay, Syaoran," Sakura said as she urged his hips between her thighs.
"We don't have protection," Syaoran gasped.
"I want to try something," Sakura almost moaned. She took the head of his penis, and rubbed it against her labia and pleasure bud. Syaoran realized she was pleasuring herself...using him! He hardened almost to the point of pain, and began to rub back against her, moaning as loudly as she did. This time, he lasted longer; Sakura had come twice before he reached his own orgasm, and he collapsed on top of her, kissing her lightly.
"Oh God, Sakura, I love you so much!" he gasped.
"I love you, Syaoran," she breathed.
Then she smiled impishly.
"So Tomoyo wasn't lying when she told me there were ways we could get closer with our clothes off."
Syaoran groaned, then laughed. No wonder Tomoyo had been eyeing them gleefully for some time now.
"And what did she tell you?"
"We have lots to try," Sakura smiled. "She lent me a video..."
"Good God," Syaoran grinned.
"...and we can learn together...we can call it our final exam..."
"I look forward to it." Syaoran kissed her again, then his kisses trailed down her neck. He planted several love bites on her breasts and shoulders, causing her to gasp. He wound up between her thighs again, and to Sakura's delight, Syaoran groaned and began to grow hard.
"It's a good thing we're teenagers, isn't it?" she whispered in his ear as she opened her legs wide and let him ease his hardness against her labia. "We can do this all night..."
"Yes, we can," he whispered back huskily, "and we're magical beings so we can last longer," and he chuckled. When her hand gripped his hardness, he closed his eyes and rolled so that they were facing each other in bed. Syaoran was startled; her hand was wet, and he saw that she had used her own juices to lubricate him. Oh God, oh God, was all he could think; he latched on to one of her nipples, sucking hard as she placed her other hand on the rest of his large shaft, and pumped him up and down, up and down, until he was lost in the heat of her hands. Then he was coming again, for the third time.
When he came to himself, she was looking at him lovingly. "Do you know your shaft pulses when you come?"
"Do you know you tighten on my hand when you orgasm?" he responded as he kissed her.
"Do you want to go to the drugstore now?" Sakura asked.
"...what?"
"I want you to make love to me," she said softly. "My first time. With you."
"My first time too," he said, and kissed her forehead gently.
Syaoran looked down at his dark green sheets. They were a mess. "We're going to have to change the sheets, you know." They were quite wet with Sakura's love dew and Syaoran's three orgasms.
She laughed, and took his hand, leading it over her breasts, where he paused to fondle her nipples, then down, down between her thighs. Sakura was very wet, and two of Syaoran's fingers slid in between her labia into her easily. She placed his thumb on her clitoris, and Syaoran, understanding what she wanted, began to stroke her, in and out, gently making circles around her pleasure bud with his thumb. She began to moan, and Syaoran decided to surprise her by sliding downwards, and replacing his fingers with his tongue. If I can't put myself in her yet, he thought, maybe my tongue...and he thrust it in and out as he continued to stroke her little bud with his thumb.
Oh God! What is he doing? Sakura screamed, a long-drawn out scream as her lithe young body tensed and arched into his, a scream which Syaoran realized was his name. Her vaginal walls tightened around his tongue, and pulsed once, twice, thrice...He'd read about multiple orgasms but hadn't thought Sakura could have one until he was more experienced. He continued to thrust his tongue in and out of her, tasting her sweet dew, savoring the softness of her against his face. She was so wet, the dew had run down her thighs; it was the most arousing thing he had ever seen, and his shaft reared upwards swiftly. Syaoran reached down, and stroked himself as he continued to pleasure Sakura with his tongue; soon enough, he moaned as he came yet again, and Sakura came at the same time. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs.
"I want to do this forever," she whispered. "With you."
"So do I," he responded, as he kissed her. "Actually, we will; we are, after all, engaged now." Then he stood up, but his knees buckled under him; he was surprised at how tired he was. Sakura laughed sleepily.
"Let's get cleaned up," he said, and with an effort, he hoisted her to her feet and pulled her into the bathroom.
Under the shower spray, he picked up his soap and lathered it over her shoulders. It was a delicious sensation, bathing her, touching her. They wound up pleasuring each other in the shower as well, and it was a miracle that they managed to get their clothes on.
During the walk to the drugstore, Sakura kept grabbing a willing Syaoran, and passionately kissing him. They stopped only when they reached the drugstore, where Sakura picked up some powder and other random toiletries and Syaoran hastily grabbed some condoms. Both were red as beets when they paid at the counter, and yet they were so impatient to get home that Sakura cast Fly on herself and Syaoran so that they could rush home.
Landing on the balcony of Syaoran's apartment, he grabbed Sakura quickly and began to kiss her; Sakura began tearing Syaoran's clothes off until Syaoran dragged her indoors.
"Someone...mff...might see..." he gasped between kisses.
He was hard and she was already moist. Syaoran's hand strayed between her legs and somehow, they wound up on his bed. He began to rub himself against her little bud as he covered her mouth with his, and whispered, "You like that, baby?"
"Oh God..." was all she could say.
"Want me?"
"Yes, Syaoran," she breathed.
"I want you too, Sakura-baby," and he proceeded to lick and suck her breasts. She squirmed under him.
Sakura groaned as Syaoran slid down to lick at her labia again. She tensed, and arched. "Syaoran!" He laughed, then began to flutter his tongue at her bud, causing her to gasp. "Stop, Syaoran, please!" Because he had pinned her down, refusing to let her reciprocate. "I...Syaoran!" She was moaning and thrashing, and Syaoran inserted his tongue into her wetness, feeling triumphant when she screamed his name in pleasure and came again.
"Want me, Sakura?" he asked playfully as he slid up to kiss her gently, letting her taste herself on her tongue.
"Oh yes, Syaoran," she whimpered.
"Tell me what you want," he said as he rubbed himself against her gently. He tore a condom packet open, and rolled it over himself the way he'd been taught in their sex ed class.
"I..." and he could almost feel his beloved blushing. "Syaoran, please..."
"Patience is a virtue, Sakura-baby," he teased, as he placed his hardness at her entrance, sliding in a tiny portion.
"...make love to me, please," Sakura gasped.
"Like this?" And he slid half an inch of himself in. "Is that okay?" he asked, amber eyes concerned. "Does it hurt?"
"No...Yes...oh god yes...keep going..."
Syaoran bent down to kiss the girl he absolutely loved, fiercely and possessively, as he tilted her hips so that he could enter her with as little pain for her as possible.
He needn't have worried; Sakura, aroused and impatient, suddenly pulled his hips down, and Syaoran thrust himself into her with a loud groan. Finally they were making love, and Sakura bit down on her lip to distract herself from the pain of his entry. But soon there was no pain...there was only the screamingly good sensation of him in her. They clung to each other and gasped as Syaoran moved in and out, faster and faster, as he kissed her over and over. His warmth in hers…the way he felt each time he plunged into her…Sakura almost cried from pleasure. Why had they waited so long?
Finally, after Sakura screamed Syaoran's name as she went into her orgasm, Syaoran let go, pulled out, and came again. He bent down to kiss her, and she smiled up at him as he collapsed beside her.
"God...That was just...wonderful, Sakura," he panted.
Sakura smiled and reached down to touch his maleness. "Oh Syaoran," she teased. "I want some more..."
Syaoran groaned.
"You're a descendant of Clow Reed and you don't have enough stamina for another round?" she said playfully. Syaoran groaned as he pulled her into an embrace.
"Come on, Sakura; you may have noticed that we started after lunch and now," he pointed at the clock, "have a look at the time. It's already dark outside!"
"So? We can stop it," she said playfully, drawing a teasing finger over his nipple. Syaoran moaned.
"I ever tell you you are evil?" he whimpered at Sakura with a grin.
"No but you say you love me all the time," she smiled.
"I do," he said as he held her close. "I really do, Sakura."
"Me too," she whispered back.
...and the world began to fade...
Back at the Li mansion, Christmas day
Sakura and Syaoran woke up in a sweaty, disheveled heap; they were on the floor of the Li gymnasium, and they were covered in sweat, their mingled juices, and in love bites. He was still inside her, but he wasn't hard anymore, and so he gently pulled himself out of her. It was night outside the Li mansion, and no one was stirring in the house. Syaoran's locking spell still held...But when they turned to face each other lovingly, they both realized they felt satisfied...like they'd made love several times.
"Oh my..." Sakura's knees buckled as she tried to stand up. Syaoran pulled himself upright, then helped her up. "Do you think..."
Syaoran bent to touch their love juices pooled on the floor. "I do," he said softly, and showed his fingers to Sakura. There was some blood...just like the first time they had made love. "Return card. But I think we were actually reliving that day." And he gently embraced her, kissing her forehead. That had been a beautiful memory.
Sakura gasped, and realized that she did feel sore between her legs somewhat...just like their first time.
Before they could puzzle it out, though, a car horn sounded.
"Oh God, they're back!" Syaoran quickly gathered and handed Sakura's clothes to her as she cast Erase to clean up the mess. They finished dressing up, and used Move for them to be at the upstairs balcony just as Fuutie called out, "Oh Syaooooraaaan! Did you get lucky?"
Next chapter: Guess who arrives to join the holiday fun and add to the challenges that face Syaoran and Sakura?
