Le Biker
Chapter Seven
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN CCS. CLAMP DOES. PERIOD. END OF DISCUSSION. EVEN IF I DREAM REALLY HARD, IT WON'T CHANGE ANYTHING.
WARNING: This chapter is mainly a lemon. If you no likey, then skip down to like 3/4 s of the chapter and there you should be good. If not, then I'm truly sorry, but it is an M rated fic. An M rated ROMANCE fic. Two plus two equals a lemon!!
Something in her tone made him turn and look at her, look into her trusting eyes, to feel all that she felt for him. His hands lost feeling, and he had to concentrate on opening the door before something happened on the sidewalk.
Once inside with the door safely shut, he pulled her to him. He allowed his hands to wander, bringing pleasure to them both. He watched her, watched her eyes, trying to discover the truth. He would not go the whole way until she was ready, he had promised himself that. So while he touched her, touched her back, her stomach, her arms, her legs, he watched her.
She knew he was holding back, looking for something, waiting for her. But she wanted him, wanted to finish it. She couldn't take another time where they stopped just short of the mark, not again. She shivered and gasped under his hands, trying to touch him the way he was touching her. It wasn't working, because her own body seemed to be disobeying her wishes. So she let him pleasure her, enjoying the feel of his hard body against her own.
He continued to tease her, going hard at the feeling of her against him, almost loosing control, and eventually found what he was looking for. The hunger in her eyes, the lust and longing, but love as well. It was enough.
He captured her mouth in a hot, hard, passionate kiss, and she knew this was the point of no return. She didn't want to go back, so she kissed back just as hard, teasing his tongue with her own, exploring the familiar caverns of his mouth. He pulled her shirt over her head, breaking the kiss, but not for long. They came together again, pulled apart for air and he kissed her jaw, her neck, sucking and leaving love-marks on her pale flesh. She moaned and shivered but her hands started working again, and she slid them under his shirt and ran her fingers over his well-defined abs.
He worked his way down her neck to her shoulder and chest, leaving a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses on her flesh. She arched her back towards him as he kissed the top of one full breast, moaning and gasping his name. Her body was on fire where they touched, through clothes or skin against skin. His hands undid her bra, and he pulled it away from her, gazing at the treasures revealed to his eyes. She blushed under his intense look, but took the moment to pull his shirt off.
"Sakura…"
"Hmm?"
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" he pulled her to him again, groaning at the feel of her breasts against his chest, and picked her up. She responded by wrapping her legs around him, gasping at the feel of his erection next to her core, even through clothes. She busied herself with his earlobe, kissing, biting, sucking on it, feeling him shiver even as he carried her up the stairs. He opened up his door, closed it behind them. He laid them on his bed, him on top, and took up where he left off. He kissed her again as his hands covered her breasts, teasing her already hard nipples and felt her squirm and arch up to his hands in response.
She fumbled with the buckle to his pants while he traveled down from her lips to the soft skin of her breast. His tongue traced circles around it, slowly making his way up to her aching peak. She moaned loudly, heat flooding her body as he sucked on her nipple, stimulating her body, pants momentarily forgotten. He kissed his way over to the second one, and repeated the process. This time she managed to work through the excitement, even as she neared the edge. She finally got them undone and pushed them down to his knees.
He kicked them off and made his way down her stomach, circling and kissing her navel, until he reached the top of her pants. He had them undone in a moment, much to the jealousy of Sakura.
"Mou… That's not fair!" she complained.
"What's not, Sakura?" Syaoran asked innocently, looking at her, fingers tracing patterns on her stomach.
"I can't do anything thanks to you and your body-numbing techniques. I want to make you feel as good as I am." She pouted a little, sticking her bottom lip out.
He grabbed onto the offered appendage and sucked. "Then make me stop."
She gave this clue no more than a moment's thought before reaching a conclusion. "I will." She grabbed his erection through his boxers and felt him tense up. A smirk appeared on her face and she ran her fingers up and down his considerable length.
He shivered and groaned and barely controlled his urge to buck against her hand. His mind went blissfully blank for a moment, until she let go. Her hands came to the top of his boxers and she slowly slid them down, waiting to see him.
It was her turn to stare, as she gazed upon his erection, which was larger than she had first thought. But her moment of distraction was enough for Syaoran to take control again. He pulled her pants and panties off, smelling her arousal and almost loosing control right then. He wanted nothing more to fill her and pound into her, but held onto that small sliver of restraint. Instead he teased her folds with his fingers, not entering, not yet. He felt her wet curls and kissed down to them, leaving Sakura mewing and gasping under him. He placed a kiss on each of her thighs before kissing her opening. Her hands wound into his hair, keeping him where he was. He slid his tongue into her folds and she felt herself hit the peak and fall over the edge. Her body convulsed in pleasure and she cried his name.
His waiting mouth drank every drop of her juices and he felt his erection grow even more as his name fell from her lips. But he wasn't done. He left her and thrust two fingers in instead, moving inside of her, feeling her hot, wet tunnel as he traveled up her body again. He added a third finger, a fourth, stretching her as gently as he could, trying to make it less painful. She climaxed again, and it was the last straw for him.
"Sakura," his voice was harsh and unsteady. "This is going to hurt."
"I trust you, Syaoran." She reached up and kissed him, a gentle kiss that did nothing to calm their hormones. He entered her slowly, taking agonizing care to let her adjust, but did not stop when he reached her hymen. Instead he continued until he filled all of her, but did not move from there.
She had felt less pain than she had expected, but a tear still fell from her eyes. It was nothing, however, to the wholeness she felt, the feeling of being complete, as if she and Syaoran were two pieces of one whole. She moved when the pain subsided, and he took that as a sign she was ok. He pulled back just as slowly, feeling the friction as he moved within her. He did not leave her, and pushed back in. Out and in, just as slowly as the first time. She moved her hips with him, but the pace was wearing on them both. He sped up with every thrust and she with him, moaning and groaning and shouting each other's name until they both felt the edge.
She fell first, muscles tightening around him as the waves of pleasure spread through her body. He came soon after, stimulated by her release, and poured his seed into her. A few more thrusts and he collapsed onto her, too exhausted to move. She didn't mind at all, and sighed contentedly.
She woke to find him gazing at her with an expression full of love. "Good morning, Sakura."
"Ohayo, Syaoran. Sleep well?" she yawned and snuggled up to him.
"Better than I have in a long time. What about you?" his arms came around her and they relaxed on the bed.
"Same. Syaoran, we aren't going to have to go back to sleeping in two beds again, are we?"
"Not unless you want to."
"I rather enjoy waking up like this, thanks." There was a moment of contented silence. "What time is it?"
"Um… 10:30. Why?"
"Well, there goes my hope for going to school. Not that I mind, really," Sakura mumbled into his chest. She listened to the beat of his heart, his breathing, felt the rise and fall of his chest, and let peace fill her.
"Sakura…"
"What?"
"I want breakfast."
"Five more minutes?" she asked, like a child still half-asleep.
"I'm hungry!" he complained.
"You suck." She took a deep breath and glared at him. "I don't want to move."
"I'll carry you, but I won't get you dressed. And while I'd love the view of my lovely girlfriend eating breakfast with nothing on, I doubt most of the staff would." He grinned at her, while she blushed but got up.
"Syaoran…"
"What is it this time?" he tried to sound annoyed, but failed miserably. He watched her and felt himself growing hard again.
"I don't have any clothes here. They're all in my room." She glanced at him and felt her breath catch and her heart speed up.
"Mmm… is that a problem?" he slowly got up and walked over to her, making no move to try and hide his arousal.
"I thought you were hungry?" she asked.
"There are many kinds of hunger, Sakura." He pressed her against a wall and lifted her slightly.
She squealed a bit when she felt herself being lifted off the ground but sighed when he filled her again.
It was faster and hotter, full of passion, and over almost too soon. They both were sated and hungry for real food. "I believe you mentioned something about clothes, dear heart?" he reminded her.
"Um… yeah."
"Here. Put these on." He passed her a baggy t-shirt and a pair of loose sweats. He dressed in the same, as he wasn't looking impress anyone.
Once dressed they walked downstairs to the kitchen, where a bowl of fresh fruit waited. They worked quickly and in harmony to make a simple breakfast and took it out to the living room couch to eat on. He turned on the news and turned the volume down while she leaned on him as they ate. Nothing caught their attention until the last story went on-air.
"And now for our final story for your 11 o'clock news. Kinomoto Touya, owner of a new Tokyo-based country, is returning to his hometown of Tomoeada. He refused to give us any reason as to why he would return, but research has uncovered a family that's less than perfect. Apparently his little sister—"
Sakura and Syaoran looked at one another. "Kinomoto Touya?"
"My brother. Shit."
YAY!! THE LEMON!! Finally. Honestly, I think it's really good. Please review and tell me what you thought about it, and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.
And Touya Kinomoto finally makes an appearance. What could come of this? Watch for the next chapter to find out!
See, less than a week and I updated! You all should be proud of me! Is this the beginning of a new update streak?
Meako
