Rating: M.
Pairing: LeexGaara.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I shall never own anything. What these characters are going to do is mine. Chyea, chyea. Owning them would make me a very happy and angst-ridden girl.
Warnings: Detailed yaoi, smut, romance, gag romance, sarcasm, awkwardness, language, confusion, and insanity.
Author's Notes: I'm looking for a job, so don't expect too frequent of updates. Also, I have a goal: I want to at least get from 29 reviews to 35. Hopefully, this chapter will do it. So please – leave me lots of love! And, just a note: it does drag just a teeny little bit. But it was Gaara, and we must forgive his innocence, yes?
You Taste Like Love, You Dirty Little Whore, You.
The wait for Lee to come home was horrible, and truth be told, I was starting to feel rather horny. Was that a strange thing to think or speak aloud? Really, the word sounded taboo for me. I'd no reason to feel any such feelings or emotions, and now I had a boyfriend, so it was sort of predictable somewhere along the line that I would be feeling these sorts of emotions. I wondered if I should call him to let him know...? After all, wasn't it rather painful for the one receiving? Wasn't there supposed to be something that the dominant used to make the pain dwindle as opposed to taking them raw? It seemed like it, but all the manga I used to read said otherwise. Were those people really that reckless? I certainly did not want to be like that. I take for granted my ability to walk and, even if only for a day or two, not being able to walk would be embarrassing. Especially considering the fact that I would have to call in "sick," though actually it was me being too sore in the ass to walk around. Perhaps I should call Lee and tell him that I was feeling rather... impatient, and that I needed him now. Yes, that sounded like a terribly good idea.
Getting off the couch, I walked over to a medium-height, dark brown stand that had my telephone on it; white, simple, classic, boring. Must change that to cordless and make it some other color. See-through green, perhaps. I dialed the number to Lee's house/dojo and waited for the ringing to stop and for Lee to answer.
"Hello," came his voice.
"Lee," I said quickly.
"Yes, Panda...?" His confusion was far from easily hidden from my abrupt call. Certainly, he wasn't expecting this, but considering that we'd been dating for four months now, he'd trained himself to be more prepared for abrupt things. Even from me.
"Lee, I'm... I'm feeling very... strange." I had not the slightest idea as to how I should go about telling him that I was fucking horny as hell.
"Um, what kind of strange, Panda?"
"It's a funny strange."
"Is this like a feeling you have somewhere in your body? Or is it a physical pain?"
"No, it's not physical--well, maybe it is. It just feels funny in my lower stomach."
"Are you sure you do not have to use the bathroom?"
I pursed my lips angrily, though he couldn't see me doing so. "No, Lee," I said sternly, slightly annoyed that he'd suggest something to absurd. "I don't have to use the bathroom." I was saying this through gritted teeth, similar to someone stepping on shards of glass; very tense and stressed.
"Hmm… What else are you feeling?"
"Lee! I feel like ravishing something! Does that help explain my problem?"
There was a silence at the other end. I wasn't sure if my sudden outburst had caused him to hang up the phone, or if he was pondering what I'd just said. Then, there came his voice: "Panda, are you horny?"
I let out a growl of frustration, wanting to throw my hands in the air in surrender and look up at the sky. "Yes, Lee, yes."
There was a chuckle on the other line. "Alright, Panda. I will be home in a little while. Wait that long and I will help you."
Thank god... "All right."
"Bye, Panda."
"Bye."
Click.
Grr… This constant waiting game was frustrating, to say the least. I felt compelled to rip my hair out strand-by-strand and see if charities could do anything with it. Technically, it's not even long enough to donate, but I'd do it just to mess with them, anyway.
Well, I still had Toren to keep me company for a while. I may as well go play with him until Lee comes home. Toren wasn't much of a troublemaker, which was good for me, as well as my medium-toned, red carpet. He was well tamed and trained, doing tricks for me and affectionate enough to allow me to pet him without so much as a tiny squawk or an attempted bite. But still, it was far from enough for me to keep this feeling in the pit of my stomach from going away, or at least going down just a little bit. Truth be told, the longer I had to wait, the tenser I got. It was really frustrating and the repetition was hardly helping my state of mind. I wanted this so badly to be over and done with so I could go on with my life and be happy. Well, happy to an extent. Something told me I'd either never want to do it again, or want to do it all the time. Too much of a good thing wears out the magic, so to speak, so I'd rather not go crazy with fun. After all, isn't that how porn stars felt after several months of sex everyday? It sort of wears down those feelings rather immensely, right? Or perhaps I'm just going crazy. Quite frankly, I just don't know enough to really care. Or maybe I do, but I just don't want to because the knowledge isn't new knowledge. But I could hardly care about these thoughts anyway, considering just how I'd felt.
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When Lee got home, I was lying face down on the couch, trying once more to bury myself within the depths of it that I knew didn't exist—it was there simply to keep my mind off of my burning desire. The light was off, which he flicked on without thought, and he walked over to me after taking his shoes off and setting a plastic bag to the side. I didn't lift my head when I felt the pressure of him causing the couch to give way for him to seat himself down. Neither did I lift my head when he started running a hand through my hair. The feeling of it was sensational, and, considering my current mental and physical state, well wanted and appreciated. My only concern was, how was I to initiate that I'd wanted him? These things were incredibly awkward for someone like me. And, if we were to do it in my bedroom, my bird would be watching me with those black eyes of his.
"Lee?" I said, my voice muffled by the couch.
"Yes?"
"What'd you buy?"
He chuckled. "Something that will help things go smoothly."
"Really," I said more matter-of-fact than questionably.
"Yes."
"Great."
"What?"
"Nothing. I'm just… antsy."
Next thing I knew, I was being pulled off the couch by the curiosity of where Lee had gone and from Lee pulling me up. He swiftly had me in his arms bridal style, something I found to be rather embarrassing and shocking for me, and started walking towards his room. Apparently, he'd read my thoughts. Who wants an animal to watch them while they're having sex? It never struck me as being kinky or 'hot.' He set me on his bed while he walked over to shut the door. Whoever was supposed to come over, wasn't going to be able to intrude on us. I just didn't know who this person was supposed to be. In fact, I didn't understand why he would be shutting the door anyway. Nobody ever visits me, so it didn't matter to me.
Whatever it was he had in the bag, I noticed it was a medium-sized tube with something within it. I was assuming it was lotion, so was he giving me a massage? Must ask him something about it.
"Lee?" I questioned as he sat on his bed next to me.
"Hmm?"
"What's in that tube on the table over there?"
"Eh… Panda, it is…"
"Is it something for a massage?"
"Is that something you want?"
"I don't know. Does it help?"
"It helps keep the receiver relaxed. It will not hurt as much when we do it."
"… So give me one."
He laughed. "Now, now." He brought his hands up like you would in self-defense against accusations, though he meant to relax and slow down. "This is not something you generally rush… Just be patient—everything leads to it eventually."
"Lee, I'm tired of waiting. Please, let's just do this."
He laughed once more as he leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. I was hesitant at first because I was so inexperienced with the whole thing, but I followed his lead as he coaxed my lips open. I could feel his tongue rubbing against mine, massaging it and I couldn't help but let out a tiny moan, my face blushing from the lack of self-control and inability to keep up my imagery of being apathetic. My eye opened a sliver bit as I watched him. I could feel his hand going up to my neck, his grip was tight on me, but not that tight that it would hurt. I myself had my arms down to my sides because I was absolutely clueless as to what I should do with them. With complete hesitation, I brought them up to hold his sides gingerly, not knowing if I should just grab his shirt or what. But that was quickly erased when I felt him bring his other hand down to lead me into grabbing both sides of his shirt. He brought that same hand and brought it dangerously close to that part of my body. His hand that was behind my neck took hold of my hair and gave it a small tug, and I let out a slight groan.
Slowly, he shifted, as if not to scare me away, and started tugging my shirt off. I held up my arms to make it easier, and I could feel the coolness from his room hit my chest, and I could feel goose bumps coming up. I hadn't realized just how cold his room was compared to mine. Course, I really didn't feel like having a heat stroke from doing this in my room. He instructed me to turn around and I did, anticipating what was to come. I could feel him moving behind me, grabbing something and all of a sudden, I could feel something cold hit my back. I gasped at the coldness against the heat of my body. But afterwards, I could feel his hands working at my muscles, pressing in on certain spots, forcing my muscles to relax against his hand.
The contrasts between his warm hands and the coldness from the lotion—or was it the liquid from the bottle?—felt very interesting, but it felt very relaxing against my back. I felt my shoulders slump down from his touches, relaxed. He put a lot of pressure around my shoulder blades, and I wasn't sure if the feeling was incredibly great or not, but I was sure that afterwards, my body would probably appreciate it. I felt him lean forward and press a kiss against my right shoulder blade, but I was too fixated on the feeling of his hands pressing into my muscles.
"Panda do me a favor."
"What?"
"Lie on your back, please. It helps."
Without much thought, thanks to the massage so far, I did what he wanted me to do. He moved for a moment while I got comfortable on my stomach, not entirely sure if I liked it or not. He got back on the bed, but instead, he sat on my butt and resumed his prior attack on my back. I had to say it felt… awkward to have someone sit on my butt, but I was sure it had to do with getting a better ability and angle to massage my back. I could feel him sway his hips a little bit, and something hard was brushing against me. My eyes widened at the feeling of this hardness against me, but I had to admit: I was fairly sensitive in that area... It did feel good. I could feel my hands clutch the pillow beneath me at the feeling, and I closed my eyes. He continued to attack me, trying his best to get those kinks out. Though, it was more than likely that he would not be one hundred percent successful, considering how awkward I felt about this, and also putting into consideration that it was my first time doing this with anybody.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the small of my back, feeling rather smooth against my skin. The blush on my face was becoming more evident as blood continued to rise just behind my skin, almost becoming the same color as my hair; bright and sticking out horribly in contrast to Lee's pillow and blanket. He continued to sway his hips, causing that same hard thing to continuously rub against me as he kept on with the massage. At first, it hurt, the feeling of having someone press into my body over and over again with a stern force; but after a while, it started to take its toll on me as I could feel my entire body go limp on me. Again, he leaned forward, this time fully lying atop of me as he turned his head to give my neck a kiss.
"So... how are you feeling?" he asked softly, his breath tickling my ear.
I didn't bother to turn my head, though from the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me. My face was flushed and my body felt hot from the whole thing, despite the coolness of his room, and my body was rather limp. I nodded in response, not really sure if that was clarification enough for him. "Yeah..."
"So... are you feeling good or bad?" he pressed, obviously not convinced by my nod and one-word response.
I let out a sigh, but not from annoyance that I had to repeat myself--though it could get annoying to have to do so--and turned my head to him. "Good."
He smiled, content with my response and nodded once. He got off gently, his hands next to my sides, and pulled me up afterwards. He placed me on my back, once more on the bed. I don't know why he didn't just ask me to roll over, but I really couldn't find it in me to complain. He straddled my waist again, and the hard thing that was connected to me was rubbing against me, and I let out a gasp. Were we both this sensitive? I knew I was, but I wasn't so sure about him. He simply struck me as the type of person who had done this some few times before, but obviously not enough to truly lose the sense of feeling. Because obviously, he was feeling something there. He leaned forward and started kissing from my collarbone down to as far as he could reach without having to move too far off my waist. It felt strange, yet at the same time, desirable. I wasn't used to this form of "attacking" done to my body, but I felt that I could live with it - it wasn't trying to kill me. He brought one of my nipples into his mouth, causing a gasp to emit from my mouth, and he took this as a sign to continue attacking it. He attacked it until it was standing up before proceeding to attack the other one. He bit it once, then started to suck and pull at it, guiding it until it stood up as well. My breathing was labored quite a bit at this point, my chest heaving immensely, and I was having difficulty trying to find a steady pattern that I could be comfortable with. That, however, was a tad difficult considering all the things Lee was doing to me.
He pulled back for a moment to look me in the eyes. Yet, he couldn't really do that successfully, considering the fact that my eyes were closed from all the ministrations he was doing to me. I opened my eyes a bit to look at him, my vision slightly blurred, and could see that he was fully intent on going through with this. I couldn't find it in me to ask him to quit, because I was feeling the same thing he was. He brought himself forward once more and started kissing my stomach in random spots, not really bothering to come up with a pattern; most likely because he was too flush caught up in the moment to really care in trying to find a design that he could make on me. Course, it didn't really matter because it wasn't like he was seriously leaving marks all over my body. He could use eyeliner or something for that. Or... maybe henna?
"You think too much," he said suddenly, his voice not quite as Lee as it usually was, most likely from the situation.
"Wha--?" I looked up at him, confused. He couldn't possibly tell of what I was thinking, could he?
"You should not think so much during this," he explained. "It is not required, and certainly denied or opposed."
"You deny thought?" I asked, more out of rebellion than sarcasm.
"Well..." He trailed off. "It is more a 'do now and think later' thing."
"All actions and no talk?" I more or less repeated, but mostly for my own reassurance.
He nodded. So I nodded in understanding.
He started to attack my torso again, this time bringing his hands forward into it, running down my sides lightly, slowly, sensuously. I could feel my body writhe from his touches, and I took hold of the pillow beneath me again. His hands continued to trail down my body, and go up again, in a pattern that I found rather enjoyable, taking notice of how my body was reacting to it. This time, I remained quiet, only allowing faint and tiny moans and whimpers to escape from my lips. My breath hitched when I felt his hands toying with the hemming of my jeans, fiddling with it; bringing nothing more than his pinky fingers slip beyond them, and I could feel them moving around, touching my hip bones. I let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of his fingers touching a taboo area of my body.
"Panda," he said, his voice husky. "Tell me something."
"... Wh..." I trailed off, not entirely trusting my voice at this point. Quite frankly, I didn't trust my voice at all. My breathing was irregular, my face was probably as red as blood pouring from an open gash, and my body felt so incredibly hot from the contact of Lee's touches. I looked at him through half-closed eyes, my mouth open as I tried furiously to inhale enough oxygen so that I wouldn't suffocate.
"Are you asking this because it is something you want to do?"
I had to think about this for a moment. Not because I wasn't sure of the answer, but because of the question Lee was asking me. I'd gone my entire life without this type of thing before, and I'd been dating Lee for four months now. To me, it seemed awfully rushed that I'd go for something so soon, but quite frankly, I couldn't stop myself from bringing the feeling forward. After all, what was the point in lying to your partner if the majority of the relationship relied heavily on honesty and trust? I wasn't asking for a superficial relationship many people experience nowadays - I wanted a true blue commitment.
"Of... of course... I want this..." The very idea of the question was absurd to me. "Why are you... asking?"
"I... am not sure, with all due honesty," he said sheepishly; or tried to be sheepish - the moment was causing too much embarrassment and emotions to really involve or allow sheepish.
"Well, don't question my desires," I said with finality.
"O... kay," he said, slightly confused by my response.
"Lee, please keep going," I said, partially begging.
He said nothing, merely nodding.
He removed his pinky fingers from my pants and began unbuttoning them. I could feel my heart beat race again as I felt his fingers toy with the button carelessly, trying more to get a rise out of me than him being in a rush to get the annoying thing out of the way. I could feel it coming out, and he began moving my pants down centimeter by centimeter, going slowly on purpose to watch me writhe and shrivel beneath him. And before I could comprehend anything, my pants were at my ankles and all I was really left in were my boxers. Now, I didn't find that totally fair because he was fully dressed. But I couldn't think straight as he continued to attack my torso with his hands, bringing his fingers down to graze at the hemming of my boxers. My breath hitched and I realized that if I were to get what I wanted to say out, I would have to do it before he removed the last layer of my clothing.
"Lee... do you honestly... expect that... this is fair...?" This was blasphemy. Should I have to speak now?
"What is not fair?" He honestly didn't know.
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Naked, clothed." I wasn't going to go out of my way to make a complete sentence.
But I didn't need to, apparently, because he nodded in understanding. He removed his shirt in a brisk pace, exposing his smooth and milky cream skin color, and then proceeded to take his pants off. How, actually, he got them off without totally getting off me, was beyond my ability of comprehension. But he'd managed it, and we were both equal - both in boxers, both exposed. I couldn't help but stare at his figure and compare it to mine. Because of his job, he had a rather toned body, as there were defining lines showing off his muscles. On the other hand, I worked at a fast food restaurant. So my body was hardly defined, not compared to his anyway. It occurred to me that he could easily overpower me if he so wished, but yet he never did. I was like a twig; pale, scrawny, frail, a ghost walking around. Granted, he wasn't as tan as Kiba, he also wasn't as pale as me. I couldn't help but explore this new found territory. It was only fair that he did it to me, so I got to do it to him, right? Yeah, it was fair. My hands, which had been clutching the pillow beneath me, rose up to lightly touch Lee's torso. I ran them up and down lightly, liking the shuddering reaction I got from him. I continued doing so as my fingers ran themselves over his nipples. He seemed to have rather sensitive nipples, so I kept that in mind: it could be valuable to store such information for the future. His body writhed quite beautifully from my fingers, so I kept doing it to him. He let out a small gasp when I started to fiddle only with his nipples. Flicking and pulling at them, I could feel a wild, devil grin growing on my face, until they both stood.
"P-Panda..."
I stopped and looked up at him. I didn't dare say anything, simply because he had been the way to say that this was supposed to be an 'all action, no talk' thing, and here he was talking. I wish he would follow his own rules. It was annoying that he would come up with them. Rules are meant to be broken, I reasoned with myself. Whatever...
But he didn't say anything. I realized he was moaning. Never mind. I leaned forward, intent on doing something he hadn't done yet. From behind his ear to the base of his neck, I licked him. He let out a gasp at the cool feeling of my tongue hitting his bare flesh, and that only made me continue. Screw thinking - it could wait. I started sucking on the base of his neck, liking the feeling of his shuddering. He coiled his arms around me, moving them up and down my back, occasionally digging his nails in or scraping my back with them. I didn't mind, though. The feeling of his nails digging into my flesh felt really good. I brought my hands up to hold onto his arms, occasionally squeezing them to gauge his reaction, to see if he liked the feeling or not, but he didn't seem to complain, or say anything for that matter. He let go of me and removed my hands from his arms, pushing me back down onto the bed. I didn't know exactly of what he was going to do to me, but I was patient enough to wait. I was getting what I wanted after all.
He started playing with the hemming of my boxers again, fooling around with it but not actually doing anything. He ran his fingers up and down my hip bones, stopping at the base of my boxers, repeating the pattern several times, causing me to arch my back every time. Finally, I could feel my boxers slipping slowly down my thighs, over my knees, snaking past my calves, stopping at my ankles to meet up with my pants. My heart stopped and I held my breath in, waiting for him to remove them. And he did. They both slipped off with ease, and I could feel myself growing more and more self-conscious knowing that I was completely naked beneath him. I really wanted to cover myself, and, as I started to grab the pillow, he stopped me. I stopped moving and let him continue what he was doing. He ran his fingers down my torso, trailing down lightly, and my back arched at the touch. He ran his fingers around what was in the center of my legs and my back came up in a sharp arch. I let out a shaky gasp and moaned afterwards. I really wanted him to touch me again. He continued doing it and I continued to let out moans and gasps, grasping the blanket now. The feeling of his skilled fingers working around my thighs just barely touching what had begun to throb so painfully was making it nearly impossible to breathe, much less try to moan. He started moving and I started to wonder where he was going.
Oooohhh.
My back arched up again, and I let out a jagged moan as I felt something warm engulfing me. I was caught entirely by surprise, although it was a pleasant surprise. The feeling of his mouth working like a vacuum and sucking, his tongue flicking around it - felt incredible against my burning flesh. I grabbed the bedpost he had as he continued to attack me. Blood started to rush up to my face once more and I wound up closing my eyes tightly as he attacked me. He moved his head back until the very tip of me was in his mouth before he rushed back in, and I let out a strangled whimper at the tight feeling. My eyes jolted open and my mouth hung wide when I felt his teeth scrape once over me. I started chewing my lip at the feeling when he did it again. I let out another moan when I felt his fingers wrapping around the base, working and massaging it. It was so hard trying to stay as relaxed as I was, before he started doing this! I felt a hand moving away from my base down to something different, and I let out another jagged and strangled moan. He toiled with it and I put even more pressure on my lower lip, biting and chewing at it despite the blood flowing freely from it. It stung horribly, I was sure; but I was too fixated on the feeling of Lee's hands working at my lower regions. My bird chirped in the background, but I didn't pay any attention to him anyway - just a random chirp; nothing to be worried about.
There was a building sensation going down to where Lee's head and hands were, and I could feel that I wasn't going to last for very long. Should I say something to let him know? I really didn't want him to choke...
"Le... Lee..."
He didn't stop. Obviously, he seemed well aware and knowledgeable of what it was I was trying to communicate to him; as he kept going. He gave a final suck and a final squeeze on me, and I could feel myself explode into his mouth, part of me constricting as I released. He didn't seem to care that it had come from a very undiscussed portion of the male body, as he swallowed all that he could of me. I looked up with all the strength I could muster - as I felt incredibly tired now from the experience - to see just a tiny little trickle of my climax running down from his lip to his chin. It wasn't dripping, but damn that was a rather horny image of Lee that I had to keep in mind...
He leaned forward until he was up to my face, and my eyes widened when I felt his length hitting against mine. He brought his face up to mine until we were both kissing wildly and passionately. I wrapped my arms around him, and the lower halves of his arms - elbows next to the sides of my head - up to his hands holding onto to his pillow, were moved. He took one of his hands almost circled it around my head, sort like a barrier to keep intruders out from getting me. I didn't pay too much attention to it, though, as I was more interested in the kiss he was giving me. I could taste myself, but I could also taste his lunch: a fruit salad and yogurt. Interesting lunch... The combination of salty and sweet struck me as something that was quite tasteful, but it was only something that could linger on my tongue for a few more seconds, as Lee pulled back and gave me a smile and looked at me through half-closed eyes. I myself could barely keep my eyes wide enough; the pleasure was far too great to really try anyway. He propelled himself upward, and, putting a hand on my chest, he eyed me again.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice husky.
I nodded slowly.
He pulled back and grabbed the bottle of lotion - lube? - that he'd set aside on the table that I had forgotten entirely about and the cap came open with a pop. It made me flinch, wondering what it was exactly that he was going to do with it, but I trusted Lee. Whatever it was, it was supposed to help; or so that was what he'd told me. I looked up at him with curiosity to see what he was doing. He turned the bottle upside down and poured some onto his hand, rubbing it together until he thought he was well-coated with it. He got on all fours to get closer to me and paused, looking at me.
"Bear with me on this," he warned. "It might feel funny."
If I had eyebrows, they'd be furrowed in curiosity. But I just nodded and waited for him to do whatever it was that he was going to do.
He sat on his butt and grabbed me, pulling me forward, and the slimy solid was now on my sides from his hands touching me there. He placed one hand on the center of my back and let another hand slip downward. It was getting dangerously close to bottom, and I let out a loud gasp when I felt his fingers moving, trailing down my crease until he reached his destination. I could feel just exactly how tight I was when he slipped a finger through, and I couldn't help but squirm just a tad when I felt his finger move aroun within me. I'd never felt this type of feeling before, and I had to be honest: it felt odd. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to ignore the funny feeling going on inside me. I flinched when he added a second finger, and he started a scissoring motion, stretching me out further than he was capable of doing with just one finger. When he added a third finger, I let out a small gasp of pain as he further stretched me. Just how big was he exactly again? I grew fearful, and I really prayed that he wasn't going to add a fourth finger. The feeling of three fingers probing around inside me, stretching me out, was all weird, painful, and - His finger brushed across something inside me and my body tensed up. I dug my nails into his flesh on the back of his neck and let out a moan. What the hell was that? He let out a tiny chuckle and brushed at it again, and I started biting the other side of my bottom lip, as the one side was still leaking blood from the previous time that I had been chewing on it.
Finally, after the torment he'd put my body through had ceased and his fingers were removed, I thought it safe for me to exhale. My breathing was very irregular as it was so impossible to keep at a steady pattern, and my heart was beating quickly from the ministrations Lee had put me through. He pushed me back a little so that he could reach a hand down. He lightly ran his hand down my length, smiling because it was already alive once more. He continued by grabbing himself from his own boxers, though I realized that he'd neglected to fully remove those boxers of his; so he was still more dressed than I was. I found that to be unfair, but why the hell should I care at this point? I just wanted to do this. Badly. He took the bottle again and poured more of the substance into his hand, only this time, running it up and down himself until he felt that he was fairly well coated. He pushed the cap on the bottle so that it was closed and set it aside, figuring that he could worry about it later, and brought his face forward to kiss me again. I followed suit as he brought his tongue out to enter my mouth and started playing with mine. I let out a moan, my self-control gone at this point and very much in surrender to this man, and he pulled back. He took hold of himself and put the tip at my entrance, and my breath hitched. We were both sweaty, sticky, and rather coated in the substance that Lee had purchased from god knows where. We couldn't breathe right, and I could swear that his heart was beating inside of me with my own heart beating at a rapid pace. Thank god this was not a rushed matter - the pain would probably be excruciating. He pulled me closer to him and I held on tightly as I felt him push his way through my entrance. It did hurt. A lot. Despite the prepping he'd put me through, those fingers weren't all that comparable to the size of him. I hadn't the slightest clue as to how big some people could be. All I knew was that a giant and loud cry came from my lips at the feeling of him separating me, causing my body to clench around him, trying to push the intrusion out. I cried out again when he was fully sheathed inside me, and he held me tightly, held me close to him. He put a hand on the back of my head, clutching it, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck.
He started running a hand up and down my back, trying to soothe me. It didn't work too well as I was too focused on the feeling of my body trying to mold around him. He turned his head, craning his neck, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "I am sorry," he whispered in my ear. I nodded, although I really didn't understand why he was apologizing in the first place. I whispered his name, signalling that I was ready for him to start moving. He complied, moving in slowly at first to make sure to keep the pain down. But in my opinion, I thought that going slow would only cause more pain. But I couldn't say anything as all I could think about was the pain surging through me. Grunts and tiny whimpers were escaping my lips as he thrust into me, slowly. He brought his hand through my hair repeatedly, trying to soothe me. Suddenly, my body tensed as I felt something within me being touched again. I let out a gasp and then a long moan.
"Ah... aaahhh... Lee..."
Having to take this as a sort of hint, he started to thrust a little faster, making sure to go in accurately - or so it seemed - as he continued to strike that same spot over and over again. I could feel strangled moan after strangled moan come out of my mouth as he continued to hit that spot. My nails dug into his skin, piercing his flesh and then all of a sudden, I came flying back onto the bed, and I was still holding onto him tightly. He thrust into me over and over again, hitting me in the same spot again and again, and I couldn't hold back all the moans and groans and whimpers coming from me. As he kept pummeling into me, I could feel the pressure going down south into me.
"Ah... Nnnnggg... Ha ha... Lee..."
Out of nowhere, I felt myself explode once more, this time more violently. I clenched around him, which caused him to let out a moan of his own. He hadn't been quite as vocal as I, but there had been the occasional grunts and whimpers instead.
"Ah... Panda... tight..."
He climaxed inside me and I closed my eyes tightly at the feeling of something else been thrown into me. His mouth went agape and I felt my body tense up for what I hoped would be the last time. I could feel his climax leaking down my thighs, and I had to admit, it felt strange. His length, still inside of me, was beginning to shrink in size and go limp, was also something I could feel. He pulled out slowly, and fell down next to me on his stomach. It felt odd because of how empty I felt, but when he turned his head to look at me and started to run his fingers gently up and down my arm in a small vertical line (he was as worn as I), he smiled and I smiled, too. I was too tired to really smile, but I tried anyway. I inched my way over to him and rested my head on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and ran it through my hair soothingly. It was lulling me off to sleep.
"Panda...?" His voice was quiet.
"Uh...?" I said, half asleep by now.
"How... was it?"
I nodded. "Different... but good... 'm sore..."
"I would imagine... You... are a virgin..." There was a pause, then: "... Were a virgin..."
I nodded again. "'m tired..."
We were both whispering because of the lack of energy from the sex we had...
"So sleep..."
I nodded again. I let my eyes close the rest of the way and I felt Lee pull me into a protective and loving embrace as I began to drift. There was an oncoming pain in my lower backside, but I ignored it for the time being. It could wait 'till morning. I was too damn tired to care.