He held her tightly to his chest as she came down from her high, mumbling sweet nonsense into her ear, and rubbing soothing circles into her trembling inner thigh. His cock was hot and heavy, pinned under her and begging for the release she just experienced. Inuyasha wanted her so much that it bordered on pain, but he would wait; if she could wait for him, he could handle a few minutes to let her cool down. The inu took those quiet moments to listen to her pounding heartbeat, and pressed his lips to the pulse of her throat. Kagome let out a breathy moan at the feel of his warm mouth, and a fresh wave of arousal hit them both. She scrambled off of his chest, and quickly straddled his hips.

He watched, nearly hypnotized, as she removed her top, his eyes drinking in the sight of her bare breasts and hard nipples. His hands were had been running up and down her hips and waist, but moved up to cup the large, round globes. Giving them a delicate squeeze, he marveled at their softness, and turned his eyes back to her face. She was peering intently as his hands on her breasts, mouth open slightly, pink tongue flickering out to moisten her bottom lip. He could feel her heartbeat pounding as he fondled her, hear the hitch in her breathing at his thumb grazed over her areola. Keeping this lazy pace even as she placed her hands on his arms and ran her finger tips over the sensitive skin of his wrists, even when she started to beg wordlessly for him to touch her nipples. He wanted her to ask him out loud, some primitive part of his mind telling him her spoken submission would be all the more arousing.

An intense golden gaze flicked to her face again, watching the conflicting emotions that flashed in her eyes. "P-please," she whimpered softly, and it was enough. Running the rough pad of his thumbs over the tips of her nipples with a feather light touch, he groaned as she let out little grateful mewls of pleasure. Her hands fluttered over his chest, pushing at the fiery fabric until he pulled her away to tear them off himself. His chest bare to her, she peppered the smooth flesh with open mouthed kisses, flicking her warm tongue over his nipples. "Shit," he groaned, allowing his hands to card through her hair as she made her way down his taunt stomach. A gasp escaped him and fangs bit down onto his soft lip when she ran the flat of her tongue around his navel, hip bones, and dipping into the silver curls peeking from the cloth. Scooting onto his elbows to get a better view, he was met with a flushed face, and a mischievous smile.