Recap: Mai won the poker game and Gaara's offering her a prize. Kukukukuku! :D
I swallowed hard as I placed my hand in his. I was still shy about my new sex life. Just because it was sex with my good friends didn't make me any less self conscious.
He led me to the couch in the adjoining room and sat me down. The curtains were drawn and it was dark out, with only the moon and a sprinkle of stars to illuminate his body as he began, slowly, to undress. It was up to me to maintain contact, so I put my hand on his chest to give him more freedom to move. Off came his shirt, and I was left with my hand on bare skin and muscle. The moonlight made his pale skin glow with an unearthly luminescence that framed the blue fire of his eyes.
My mouth ran dry as I studied him, took in every detail of his delicate face, his slender body. He stepped out of his slacks, kicking them into a corner, and then proceeded to seduce me. He ran his hands down his body pausing to ghost across his pale nipples before framing the very maleness of himself.
All through his show, my breathing had hitched and my lungs had constricted. My mind was a haze of lust so fierce, I didn't realize that I'd moved until he was beneath me, in my previous position. He sat, his legs askew, every bit as surprised as I was. My surprise didn't stop me from straddling him, though, or pressing my core against his hard length.
The primitive side of me had been awakened by his sensual dance and had tired of waiting. I lowered my mouth to his soft lips and his shocked eyes closed in pleasure.
He tasted different from Kiba. Where Kiba was dark chocolate, Gaara was vanilla and mint, fresh and cool against my lips and tongue. I was vaguely aware of the door to the room opening, but most of my attention was on Gaara. On how his breathing hitched if I bit his lip, gently, on how eagerly he fed at my mouth. I hadn't had time to explore before, something I'd always wanted to do. The boys had taken me from arousal to orgasm so fast, that I hadn't had time to play. Now I did.
I pulled my lips from the kiss and hushed the sound of complaint he made. I ground my hips into his, taking in glazed expression with satisfaction, but then I became distracted.
I ran my hands down his chest, slowly, rolling his nipples between my fingers, scratching softly with feline delight. My gaze followed the thin trail of red hair that disappeared into a tight pair of bikini underwear and I purred with pleasure. The dark-blue cloth clung to everything, and I could see the outline of his excitement in the silver light of the moon. I met his eyes knowingly, kneeled in front of him, and bent my head.
He threw his head back in a gasp of pleasure as I sucked him through the soft cloth of his underwear. His hips thrust once, uncontrollably, until he forcibly held them still, quivering and tense.
I sucked and licked at the hard flesh, but I wanted more than cloth. I wanted the feel of him on my tongue, and I lifted my head just long enough for me to see the wet spot on the front of his underwear and slip them off, before I was back on him, taking the pink head of him into my mouth and sucking rhythmically. I took more of Gaara into my mouth, and played with him with my tongue. Gaara's hips thrust helplessly into my mouth, his eyes wide and unseeing, hands clawing at the cushions. I purred in approval and it sent a ripple of pleasure up his body. I concentrated on the feel of him in my mouth. So smooth and soft, and hard, like steel wrapped in velvet; I drew him deeper until he filled my throat and my lips touched where his cock connected with the rest of his body.
Gaara gave a hoarse shout and began to plead in his soft voice, "Please, Mai, stop. You have to stop, or you'll get more than you bargained for. I'm so close…you have to stop, love."
But no way was I going to stop. This had been my biggest fantasy since I'd learned about sex, and no one was going to take Gaara away until I brought him to climax. I continued my assault on his body, and Gaara stopped begging me to stop, and started begging me not to stop.
"Oh, God, Mai. I-I'm almost there. Oh please, please, don't stop. Don't stop! Don't. Stop!"
His body tightened, and he cried out as he climaxed. His seed poured into my mouth and I swallowed mouthful after mouthful as he came and came. Finally, he fell limply against the couch, his breathing erratic. I leaned against his knees as his body, shuddered and spasmed. When he'd calmed, he tipped his head toward me and I was hit head on by the blue of his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, before going unconscious.
To be continued…