Chapter 10: Awakening.
Smut warning: plot need not apply. ;)
"Are you going alone?" Kokoro asked, unable to keep the fear from showing in her eyes.
"Sweetheart, I've done this countless times. I'm not meeting anyone dangerous." Mitsuru murmured as he gently caressed her cheek. "I'm just exchanging this for a bunch of microchips and ammunition."
He made it sound like he's just going to do some grocery shopping.
"Let me come with you." She whispered, grabbing his hand.
Mitsuru went completely still, "No baby, no matter what, you must never follow me when I go to such meetups."
Despite what he'd told her earlier to soothe her nerves, Mitsuru doesn't trust any of his contacts. Trust can only go so much when they're talking about exchanging guns and ammo. The Black Market was ungoverned by any higher authority other than some shaky code of 'honor'. Anything goes in there...including human trafficking and slavery.
She still has that air of innocence about her that could bring out the worst in the most depraved man. Soft, curvaceous and devastatingly feminine, Kokoro was undeniably one of those girls a man took one look at and knew she could easily tempt people to sin without even trying.
"But..." Kokoro looked at him with huge, pleading eyes.
"Kokoro...you must understand." Mitsuru said gravely. "If someone sees you and takes a liking to you, who knows how many I'll be forced to fight off."
She turned pale at the picture he painted. He reached up to caress her lower lip with his thumb. "Now you know. Stay here sweetheart and wait for me. I should be back before sundown."
Kokoro released a long breath and nodded her head. She lifted her face up to him expectantly, and for an instant, Mitsuru wondered if he could kiss her and not want more, but it was already too late. When Kokoro glanced up at him like this, with her huge blue eyes somehow retaining that innocent gaze, her cheeks tinted pink and full lush lips puckered so sweetly for his kiss...oh god, the beast in him longed to corrupt her.
He brushed his lips against hers and withdrew almost stiffly. To taste more of her was a sure one-way ticket to bed. And he has things he got to do.
Mitsuru saw the disappointment in her eyes and almost smiled. Did she really just tried to seduce him to stay? The sweet little baby has a lot more to learn in the art of seduction.
"Wait for me. I expect to find you in my room when I get back."
Licking her lips, Kokoro turned and headed meekly up the stairs, her sweet ass was clearly outlined through the blue dress, swaying so seductively with every step. God, those hips, the slender length of her legs...
Mitsuru wiped a hand down his mouth hard, trying to get a grip on his own lust. Sweet Mother of God, she was sheer perfection. That he sounded besotted to his own ears didn't matter. No use denying it.
"Baby?" He called out to her before she could open the door to his room.
Kokoro walked to the railing of the second floor and looked down at him, "Yes?"
"Don't start without me."
The sudden blush on her cheeks told him she understood.
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Of course Kokoro understood what he asked of her, but was it a fair thing to ask was a different matter entirely.
She ached.
She paced the bedroom like a caged animal, both hands fisted in her skirt, the need to shove her fingers into her pussy and get herself off was driving her insane. But...Mitsuru will find out if she had touched herself until she came.
He'd told her how he knew. Something about the way her body clasped him when she was denied of release for quite a while. An involuntary pull that would tug him deeper, the longer she had waited, the wilder her reaction would be. A reaction she certainly couldn't fake or replicate by will.
Betrayed by her own body.
Kokoro groaned from sheer frustration. Last night she had been so exhausted after their sortie out in the desert, she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillows.
When she woke up around ten, Mitsuru was already up, packing away the stuff he was going to trade.
She sat up in bed and simply watched him for a moment. Unbidden, the memories of yesterday's battle flowed back. Along with the relief that both of them made it out alive and unharmed was this sudden, inexplicable need for him. The ferocity of her desire startled her.
Since when does a glorious feeling of accomplishment ever made someone this horny?
And yet, suddenly inexplicably shy as well, Kokoro had been unable to voice her needs to him.
And now here she is, about to expire from the sheer lust making her loins ache. Unable to seek relief until he's back. Mitsuru can be so mean!
Kokoro glanced at the clock. Three thirty. He should be getting back soon. He would take care of her then. God, please let him get back soon. She'd tried to bring herself to orgasm by rubbing her legs together as she walked. But it wasn't working, the gap between her thighs made it impossible to give her the friction she needed. And even if she did succeed, it would be nothing near the level of pleasure he could give her.
Oh god, how could she be reduced into this wretched, needy mess? How long has he been gone? Three? Four hours? Yet it felt like ages ago.
With a small sound of frustration, Kokoro flung herself on the bed. She had tried taking a cold shower. That had helped calm her down until she spied Hiro and Zero Two walking in the backyard from her window. The couple did nothing outrageous, but she caught Hiro shyly reaching for his girl's hand only to hesitate at the last moment. He could be so sweet. The couple looked so cute together. But also reminded her how the separation from Mitsuru was getting unbearable by the hour.
Burying her face against his pillow was a grave mistake. His scent lingered in the sheets, the pillows, reminding her of him, sending her senses on overdrive. And suddenly she couldn't control herself anymore.
It only took a few strokes for her to come. Kokoro blushed furiously, but she was too needy to feel embarrassed how wanton her body has become.
As she slowly recovered from the brief but satisfying ease from the constant ache in her flesh, Kokoro wondered if Mitsuru really could tell if she had pleasured herself.
Well, it's not like she can do anything about it now. She will die soon if she didn't implode first from the sheer lust that has replaced her blood.
Standing up from the bed, Kokoro was about to go out and wash when the door suddenly opened and Mitsuru walked in. A moment sooner and he would have caught her red-handed in his bed.
"Missed me?" He asked in a teasing voice. Oh lord, dressed in all black, the only color he wore was his intense green eyes. He looked so devilishly handsome right now, she was so close to pouncing on him. Forget the civility society had tamed her with, right now she simply wanted to maul his clothes off like a wild animal.
"Have you been a good girl?" Mitsuru asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck.
Kokoro could only nod her head, too guilty to speak. "You do know that if you cheated...I'll find out and there will be consequences right?"
She held her breath as her mind played out various sorts of 'punishment' he could possibly inflict on her.
Suddenly he grabbed her hand, and almost felt faint when he brought it to his lips, deliberately inhaling through her fingers that still bore the scent of her arousal. Kokoro moaned when he licked her fingers as if he could steal her taste.
"Witch." Mitsuru murmured as he inhaled her scent deeply once more. He looked at her with heated eyes even as his breathing deepened. "Hope you're ready for what's coming."
"Mitsuru..."
He pulled her to him before she can speak another word.
And at long last she could finally indulge her need to touch him, to slip her hands underneath the black shirt she'd feverishly unbuttoned, to shove it off his shoulders, to feast her eyes on him, all smooth flesh and firm muscles. She still couldn't believe he's hers. All hers. But then his tongue was deep in her mouth again, wet and hot, and she could no longer think coherently.
She felt small against him, almost delicate, he caged her body so easily, so sensually. His quick hands quickly divested her of her flimsy dress leaving her bare except for her underwear.
Mitsuru groaned and dipped his head to drop kisses above the lace of her bra, hungry, hot kisses on the soft, upper swells and she grasped desperately at his shoulders to keep herself from falling backward, her breathing erratic. His hands held her securely against him, and Kokoro surrendered herself to him, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't let her fall.
Vaguely she felt him release the clasp of her bra, and then he was dragging the straps off her shoulders, pulling the lace, tugging it to the side to bare her nipple to him.
"Kokoro..." Mitsuru groaned, as if this was the first time he had seen her. He didn't give her time to react, his lips latching on to her aching nipple and she cried out as he sucked, burying her fingers in his hair, disheveling the dark locks.
Fire raced in a vicious line between her breasts to her pussy, lifting her to heights of arousal she'd never known before. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro almost sobbed, but he only lifted his head and slanted his mouth over hers again, as if to taste the sound of his name. The world suddenly tilted on a crazy axis as he carried her to the bed and sat her on its edge.
"I love the way you tremble," Mitsuru murmured, dropping kisses on her heated skin. "I love the way you blush."
All powers of speech suddenly left her, she could only watch him, and tremble, and blush. He stood up then, held her gaze as he dropped his hands to his leather belt and began to unbuckle it with strong, sure motions. God, oh god...
"Did you come when you touched yourself?" he suddenly asked, and the demand in his voice awakened something within her.
"Wouldn't you rather find out yourself?" Kokoro didn't know where the words came from, but it was too late.
"Oh sweetheart..." Mitsuru murmured, a lopsided grin made him devilishly handsome. And then he was hovering over her, his hand sliding down her stomach to her panties. Kokoro gasped, unable to stay still, her hips arching involuntarily against his hand, wanting his exploring touch, needing it.
But instead of sliding his hand beneath her underwear, he touched her through the silk, making her squirm as his fingertips traced the beaded protrusion of her clit. Kokoro cried out when his fingers traced lower, rubbing the tight opening of her pussy through the cloth. She was soaking wet.
"Oh god." she groaned, turning her face away.
"Don't look away." Mitsuru commanded, and she couldn't help but obey while his fingers continued to stroke her through her panties.
Kokoro arched her hips against him, trying to get his hand where she wanted him most, but he kept evading her neediest places. Her soft flesh clenched on emptiness, silently pleading for him to fill it.
Just when she thought she'd expire from wanting him. Mitsuru rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.
"Lie back." The hunger in his expression set her heart racing faster as he tugged her panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked.
"Lie back sweetheart and let me lick your little pussy."
Even now such words could still bring a heated blush to her cheeks. The depth of her need embarrassed her, made her feel vulnerable, even more so now with the full daylight from the window, unforgiving and hid absolutely nothing from him.
But the silent scream of her flesh overrode all sense of propriety, or even shame. Kokoro could only watch with bated breath as Mitsuru dropped his head between her legs. Oh god, how she ached for the touch of his mouth.
When his hot tongue stroked over her flesh seeking her clit, she nearly bucked off the mattress, but his hands held her down to accept his ministrations. "Mitsuru!"
"Easy, baby..."
With long, leisurely licks he soothed her, from her pussy to her clit and over again, until she writhed and clutched his head.
Mitsuru looked up at her and pulled her hands from his hair. "Spread yourself open for me sweetheart."
The quiet order sent her heart racing even as her cheeks burned.
"Mitsuru..."
"Do it baby...come on, do it for me..." He coaxed her, dropping soft, sweet kisses against her clit.
Kokoro looked away as she bit her lip and raised her feet from the floor to the edge of the mattress and parted her thighs. Hesitantly she reached for the soft lips of her pussy. A small cry escaped her throat but whether from embarrassment or something else even she couldn't tell anymore as she slowly stretched herself open, letting him see, hiding nothing from him as Mitsuru watched with intense, green eyes.
"That's my girl." He whispered. "You look so beautiful, so pink down here..."
She could practically feel the heat of his gaze, almost tangible. Right there where she needed his cock the most. And then his mouth was there, and Kokoro screamed, all thoughts of modesty, of embarrassment blown to bits as she arched against his tongue's light, teasing caresses. Too light, not enough, oh god, it only made her ache even more.
"Look at me..." He ordered softly, then tormented her clit with light flicks of his tongue.
He held that feverish blue gaze as he kissed then drew her sweet little clit into his mouth.
"Mitsuru..."
Oh god, just the sound of her voice...
"Open more for me sweetheart." He breathed huskily, then made an approving sound as she obeyed. When he slipped his tongue inside her, tasting her tender sheath deeply, Kokoro nearly jumped from the overwhelming, almost unbearable pleasure. Lord Almighty...she's losing her mind. He's melting away her sanity.
"Come for me, baby. Come in my mouth." The roughly spoken words set her off and he devoured her as she rode his mouth. She pulsed and clenched under the mastery of his lips and tongue, there was no escaping him even if she tried, she could only cry out her pleasure to the ceiling of the room as he continued to suck her clit.
Mitsuru watched her over her mound as she screamed his name again and again. Watched the way her hips undulated in graceful waves, the way her nipples peaked as her breasts bounced, and wanted to be inside her so fucking bad it hurt.
"You're so exquisite," He murmured against her. His free hand slowly stroked her thigh, moving to her stomach, her breast, simply enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure that still made her tremble.
"Inside me please..." Kokoro said breathlessly. Her hips invited him, arching for him, begging for him.
He groaned as he gently slipped one long finger deep into her. She was so tight, her soft flesh gripped him.
"Mitsuru...please." She breathed.
"In a bit, sweetheart." Slowly, he dragged his finger out then thrust it back in. Her head arched back on the mattress and unable to resist, Mitsuru attacked her throat with his lips and scraped her skin with his teeth.
Carefully he slid a second finger inside, twisting them oh so deliciously inside, stretching her, pleasuring her.
She'd never expected it to be this good. Too good, a part of her was scared. Kokoro whimpered as he slowly curled his fingers and gently began to stroke the frontal wall of her pussy, seeking her sweet spot.
But suddenly he was gone, depriving her completely of all his wicked caresses.
Her eyes flew open in bewilderment. Mitsuru stood between her splayed legs, his hot gaze focused on her pussy while he shoved the band of his boxer briefs down and pulled out his hard cock.
He was huge.
But of course he was. It's not like this was the first time she'd seen him, and yet...his size still intimidated her, knowing that he would soon wreak all sorts of havoc inside her.
He was going to break her. Even knowing that, she couldn't have stopped if she'd tried. She wanted him as deep inside as she could take him. She craved his possession, there in that deepest core of herself that has always been his alone.
Mitsuru glided up the length of her body, kissing a wet, hot trail as he went. Her hands reached around and rested on his back, caressing, exploring the muscular ridges. And then she went completely still as she felt the smooth head of him slide over her clit and Kokoro nearly came apart. Oh god, Mitsuru...
The head of his cock kissed her opening, nudging teasingly in the wetness that welcomed him.
"Kokoro...sweet baby. Let me in."
He pushed against the tiny entrance, hard and demanding, stretching her wide open. Kokoro could only cry out his name, her head arching back as pure bliss invaded between her trembling thighs.
"Oh god." she whimpered.
"Does it hurt baby?"
"You're not supposed to feel this good."
Mitsuru chuckled as he nipped her ear. "What did you expect, sweetheart?"
Kokoro bit back a moan as he moved a little deeper. Every inch he claimed ignited an explosion of sensation, so intense that her body trembled, overwhelmed by his size but desperate for more of it. She clenched rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper. Awakening for him.
She'd never, ever been on the verge of orgasm before he even got all the way in before, but she was now. Her own body surprised her, and she shouldn't come, not yet. But she knew that once he began to move, she would lose her mind.
Slowly, Mitsuru pulled back all the way, until he left her desperate and aching for the fullness he'd just given her. When he didn't return right away, Kokoro whimpered a protest.
Against her neck, he blew out a long erratic breath, seeming to grapple with himself for a moment. "God, Kokoro you feel so good..." Then he came back. Pushing and pushing and pushing and sweet Mother of God, he was going to reach her heart and pierce it too.
"Holy fuck." Mitsuru groaned, in a gruff trembling voice that was usually so smooth and almost emotionless. She liked that she could affect him this way, that she wasn't the only one who fell apart when they came together like this. "You're made just for me, baby..."
She wanted to reach up and stop him from speaking, she was struggling to hold back her orgasm as it is. They've barely begun, but he was so hard, so thick and moved his hips with such smooth, rolling perfection there was no stopping it.
A fierce release ripped through her, and Kokoro clutched his shoulders tight and called his name helplessly, the pleasure too intense there was no room for anything else.
His laugh was a soft, hot rush in her ear as she came shamelessly on his cock, meeting his leisurely thrusts with frenzied little ones of her own in wanton wild abandon.
"Oh, sweetheart." Mitsuru said teasingly when the last of her cries had been wrung from her and she collapsed panting. "When did you become like this?"
She shook her head, cheeks flaming. She didn't know.
"If you've waited for me...imagine how it would have felt."
Oh god, he knew she had cheated, and hasn't yet 'punished' her for it. But Kokoro didn't think she could survive anything more intense than that. "I don't see how it's possible to hold back. When I'm ready to go, I go." She whispered against his lips.
"I know your cues." Mitsuru trailed his mouth down her throat, leaving tingling flesh in his wake as he nibbled her skin. "Those sweet reactions you can't control. The way your body would tense around me, or that sudden catch in your breath. I'll feel it, and I'll know, and I'll stop, and you'll come only when I want you to."
"Mitsuru! Don't be mean!" Kokoro protested, even as she tightened around him. It should frighten her that he knew her so well, that he could even read her involuntary reactions...but far from it, he excited her.
"Baby, you've taught me that waiting only enhanced the pleasure...I'm only returning the favor." He breathed huskily, before kissing her shocked lips.
"You give in to it too soon, it would ease your most basic needs." Mitsuru bit her lower lip. "But I want to feel you come apart as I enter you. Remember that time when you were so hot you couldn't wait for me...and you pulled me so deep? I want that again."
Her mind was getting hazy from the wicked ministrations of his fingers as he gently squeezed her breast.
"Want to try it?" Mitsuru asked.
Kokoro didn't know what she has agreed to, she could only protest when he slid out of her and began to rub his cock against her clit instead.
"Come back, please." She couldn't help but demand.
For that, he bit her a little hard, tugging her nipple to just the point of pain between his teeth as she gasped and writhed.
Her heart melted a little when he lifted a hand to her face, stroking a lock of hair away from her forehead. He looked at her intently as if memorizing every feature of her face.
"Put me back inside you." His voice has gone heavy and intense with passion, sending shivers through her skin.
While he braced himself with his arms over her, Kokoro slipped a hand between their bodies to wrap her fingers around him.
"Stroke me sweetheart." Mitsuru nearly groaned against her neck, clenching his teeth as she obeyed.
Her hand clasped him, stroking him from base to tip and back again, making him groan against her throat. He was wet and slippery from the slickness of her body, it almost felt like a sin. Mitsuru closed his eyes as she teased her clit with his broad head, the smooth caress drew a shivering cry from her throat. Oh god, how could she still want him this much after the devastating release she had earlier?
As soon as she positioned him against her entrance Mitsuru pushed, a long deep slide that made every muscle in her body feel like dissolving in sheer bliss. Kokoro could only clamp her jaws tight to keep herself from screaming. It felt so good.
"Oh god baby, you look so fucking incredible when I fill you up like this."
His words sent shivers down her spine, but not in fear. She bit her lip and flinched when he caressed her inner thighs before reaching to touch her pussy with his thumbs, gently spreading her apart even wider.
"You're so wet..." Mitsuru murmured as if completely enthralled. "You're dripping down the sheets."
His words made her cheeks burn brighter. Must he speak of the most embarrassing things?
"Aw sweetheart, no need to be shy." Mitsuru kissed her lips briefly as he caressed her legs. "You have to be this wet when I fuck your sweet little pussy."
He threw one of her legs over his shoulder, lifting her hips off the mattress, opening her to him. Mitsuru leaned down to kiss her panting lips. "Ready?"
Kokoro could only nod, holding his face as their eyes met, catching her breath as he thrust deep into her. He filled her pussy without mercy and stretched her so wide it drew a keening cry from her lips. He was so big, so hot, he burned her from the inside out. The intense friction, the slippery heat of his flesh as he stroked her drove her insane.
Oh god.
"You're so fucking tight." he growled, his hands tightening on her hips.
"And you're so hard." Kokoro gasped, feeling how easy those thrusts were now. She was so slick and ready for him. Still, they stretched her just to the point of pain, she felt like she teetered on the edge of insanity she shouldn't fall into.
His fingers bit into her thigh, gripping it with bruising force. She didn't care. Her whole world narrowed down to where he claimed her, tension building and building and aching and sna—
Suddenly he was gone, his wicked strokes, his delicious fullness that stretched her so delectably.
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped, unable to believe he'll leave her hanging like this just when she was so close.
"Mitsuru! Give it back, don't tortu—" She nearly wailed from sheer frustration.
"Shh." He brushed the lock of hair from her face as he leaned down to kiss her gently, such a maddening contrast to the riot of lust that coursed through her veins and the sheer need raging between her legs.
And he, the devil that he was, was completely unrepentant. "Want this cock, baby?"
Oh god, how could he tease her like this?
Before her outraged eyes, he grasped his cock and pumped it a few times against his palm, rubbing the moisture that gathered at the tip against the broad head. He smiled at her wickedly when she made another sound of frustration. Then he placed it against the soft folds of her pussy, making her squirm from the sheer anticipation.
Kokoro shivered and let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed himself against her up and down, coating himself with her slick wetness, but instead of entering her, he gently teased the tight slit at her center instead.
"Mitsuru...don't tease me anymore." She gasped as he kept on rubbing against the tiny opening of her pussy. She bit his finger when he reached out to caress her lip, making him grin wider. Devil! Kokoro shuddered as he continued to stroke her clit with nothing more but the head of his cock. You're killing me.
"Serves you right..." He whispered as he bit her lower lip. "I've ached for you just like this for hours...what's a few more minutes?"
She cried out as he penetrated her with just the broad tip, nothing more but the tip. Teasing her with light strokes, until Kokoro squirmed.
Before she could protest, she was flipped over with her ass in the air and both arms locked behind her back. "Mitsuru—"
"Give me this sweet ass, Kokoro."
"No!" she shrieked. "I'm not ready!"
The sound that wrenched from his throat, that low, almost bestial growl, both terrified and excited her. If he took her that way right now, he would tear her apart.
"Sweet baby..." Mitsuru groaned as he slowly kissed a trail up her spine. "The things I want to do to you..." Shivers ran along her nerve endings, reaching the tips of her fingers and toes, making her tremble.
When he reached her nape, he kissed her in that soft, soothing way that eased the lingering apprehension in her heart. He will never force her, no matter how much his lust run amok.
His arm came up under her, his hand gently cupping her breast, squeezing her exquisitely. He stroked her until her heart calmed down, before nudging her legs farther apart with his knees.
Kokoro bit back a soft cry as she eagerly awaited his invasion.
A harsh sound escaped both their lips as their flesh met and merged once more. "Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped against the pillow as her thighs trembled, unable to hold her own weight anymore.
"Got you baby." He breathed as he wrapped his arm below her navel, holding her in place as he set a steady delicious rhythm, going deep, ever deeper with each thrust.
He kissed the outer shell of her ear and then whispered the most delightful dirty things. "Going to wreck your sweet little pussy, baby, going to fuck you so hard you'll never recover from this."
Oh god. His words alone could get her off. Kokoro whimpered as his pace quickened, and her body tightened in response.
Please don't stop, don't ever stop. Her legs were shaky from fatigue, but somehow she held on, his angle was so perfect, stroking every inch of her inner walls. She would do anything if he only kept hitting that delicious sweet spot.
"Wish I could lick your pussy until you scream..." Mitsuru breathed against her neck. "Rub your clit, baby."
"It's too much. I don't thi—"
"Do it." Mitsuru growled, nipping her skin. "Don't make me say it again."
Outside the bedroom, she would have teased him, pushed him a little...but right now, sensually caged by his powerful, muscular body as he mastered her, her soft flesh impaled on his cock as he fucked her pussy like a wild beast set on destruction...Kokoro couldn't find the will to disobey him.
She flinched as her fingers encircled the hard bud of her clit. "Mitsuru..."
"Don't stop."
Kokoro bit her lip to keep herself from crying out, torn between the two sensations that drove her closer to oblivion—the gentle, light caresses of her own fingers and Mitsuru's more vicious, more punishing possession of her body.
Pleasure began to build in her middle, right there where he stroked her so intensely, without mercy, the sensual coil tightened even more with each thrust, each maddening friction of their flesh. Kokoro tried to stay still, tried to sneak the orgasm she wanted so bad past him, but just as when she teetered at the edge, Mitsuru slowed down, then went still.
Her muffled screams of frustration against the pillow nearly pushed him to the edge himself, but he held fast. "Sweet baby...got to learn to be patient."
"Oh God, I can't take any more!" Kokoro wailed, trying to push back and rock her hips against him.
"Don't do that." Mitsuru growled, his hand came down hard on her ass cheek, a sting that reverberated through her throbbing pussy, teasing her, making her gasp.
"Stop it Kokoro or I'll leave you empty." He warned again. That made her pause immediately. If he pulled out now she didn't think she could handle it.
"You can take it," Mitsuru murmured, gently squeezing her breast, "and you will. But I'll go easy on you right now."
How was this easy? Kokoro almost protested, she's so close to tears.
"No more teasing, baby." Mitsuru breathed against her ear before nipping her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard until you beg me to stop."
"Promise?" She asked breathlessly, making him smile. Mitsuru kissed her neck and simply said. "Promise."
He held her by the waist, pinning her down while she arched her back, her hips held high against him.
"You're driving me crazy." Kokoro gasped clutching the pillow with both hands, she was wet and needy but he stretched her almost to the point of pain her vision would go blank at times. The intensity of his fucking overwhelmed her and she began to buck, her body involuntarily thrashing against the bed, as if trying to—
"Are you trying to get away?" She heard the laughter in his voice. The insufferable beast!
"Yes, it's too much." Kokoro moaned. "But I can't."
Oh, sweet little baby.
"No, you can't." Mitsuru breathed against her nape as he slowed down his rhythm. "You can never run from me." He eased up the pressure, pulled back and teased her with swift, short thrusts that barely penetrated a couple inches of her.
Kokoro bit the edge of the pillow as he began to massage her sweet spot with the thick, delectable ridge of his crown. "Do you like this, baby?"
The exquisite clenching of her pussy around him was her only answer.
Kokoro arched her back as he rode her pussy hard, her hips rocked against him in wild abandon as she met him thrust for thrust, crying out as he fucked her harder, hitting the sweet, delicious spot that drove her wilder with pleasure with each deep stroke.
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped, trying to close her thighs only to find his knees kept her wide open. She shuddered, completely helpless against him when he reached between her legs, seeking her clit. "No...it's too much. I can't—"
"You can, sweetheart." Mitsuru nipped her ear, "only wish it's my tongue, not my hand."
He pushed her legs farther apart with his knees, holding her captive, utterly defenseless.
Kokoro gasped, suddenly afraid. "Something is...I'm going to...Mitsuru!"
"Don't fight it sweetheart, just enjoy it." This time he didn't spare her, didn't give her time to gather her fractured senses, showed her no mercy. And it drove her crazy as she lost herself.
"No more please...I..oh god!" She screamed and wildly tried to break free as something gave inside her. An incredible wet rush that shattered her whole world.
Mitsuru groaned against her neck and held her in place as he fucked her through the wetness she'd created. His fingers dripped with it as he continued to stroke her clit, more gentle now as if he knew how ultra-sensitive she was right now.
"Oh my God." Kokoro hid her flaming face against the pillow, not knowing how she could ever face him again.
"You're incredible, sweetheart." He pulled back then bit the smooth cheek of her ass. "So fucking incredible."
She flinched as she felt his tongue gently stroking the slick wetness of her flesh, tasting her as if she was some precious elixir. Tears slipped down from her closed eyes...oh god, it was so much. Just too much.
"Kokoro?" He called her name, as if sensing her emotional distress. "What is it, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head as he gently flipped her over to face him. Kokoro wiped the sudden tears that tipped the corners of her eyelashes, as confused as he was with their presence. "It was so good." She said in a voice that still trembled. "So good."
He kissed her again, brushing away the tears on her eyes with his lips. He may have overdone it. He has to be more careful with her.
He held her until her trembling ceased, until her breathing slowed down. After a while, Kokoro opened her eyes and smiled as she kissed the warm skin of his chest.
"Are you okay?" Mitsuru asked her as he caressed her back with slow, soothing strokes.
"Mmhmm." She murmured, in such a pleased, satiated tone that eased the lingering fear in his heart.
"Oh sweetheart." Mitsuru groaned, feeling a bit contrite, kissing her soft lips. "Was it too much?"
"More than I could handle...yes." She admitted, "but you didn't hurt me."
"I'll be more careful next time." He kissed the top of her head in silent apology.
"No...I liked it." Kokoro admitted in a quiet rush of words.
She smiled as she turned to wrap her arm around him when Mitsuru hissed as her thigh inadvertently brushed his cock.
Puzzled Kokoro looked down and saw he was still rock hard. "You...you haven't?"
Mitsuru smiled and shook his head. "I'll be fine."
"I like watching you come..." Kokoro confessed shyly as she buried her face against his neck.
He held his breath for a moment at the revelation. "You do? Why, baby?" He loved watching her face when she climaxed, it was at those moments she was most beautiful to him, does she feel the same way?
The sudden sound of Zorome's bedroom door closing alerted them both that they'll have to be more careful now. The walls between each room weren't thick enough to filter out all the sounds.
"Remember what I told you?" Mitsuru whispered. Kokoro nodded, then smiled shyly. She was the one who could never hold down the sounds she made.
"I want to watch you come." She whispered, reaching up to touch the sensual curve of his lips.
"Anything for you baby...altho I imagine I look quite awful." Mitsuru chuckled, kissing her fingertip. It was something he'd never shown anyone but her. That moment when he's most vulnerable.
"You look amazing to me."
"Oh god." He chuckled lightly as he rolled over and covered her body with his. He rubbed his nose against hers as he positioned his hips between her legs.
"Love you so much." He whispered as he slowly stretched her open. "Oh god, Kokoro..." A harsh sound escaped his lips as he sank deep into her once more.
"You're the whole world to me." She whispered back.
"First one to come, loses." Mitsuru teased as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Not fair." Kokoro almost pouted. He could control her pleasure while she can't do the same to him. But she was soon swept away by the urgent call of her body as he began to move once more.
She looked wildly at him, cupping his face with both hands, gasping, breathless as he began to move faster. The wet, slick sounds of their flesh meeting and parting in a frantic rhythm sounded loud in the quietness of the room, but neither noticed it now.
"Oh god." Kokoro whimpered as her climax drew near.
"Baby, not so loud!" Mitsuru warned her, biting back a groan as her tight pussy gripped him in a warm, snug embrace.
But she wasn't listening, lost in the throes of her climax, Kokoro couldn't hold back her scream anymore. He silenced her with his mouth, sucking in the wild sounds she made as her body thrashed, flinched, squirmed in his arms, unable to do anything but let the raging orgasm sweep her away.
"God, yes," he groaned above her as he finally let himself go. Kokoro held his face and watched him as his features contorted in pleasure. It was a moment when he was stripped bare, when he's at his most vulnerable for that few seconds. The hot rush of him inside her, the thick pulses of his cock as he filled her up with his cum...she cherished these moments more than her own orgasms.
And she loved the way he would nuzzle her throat afterward as she stroked his hair.
"God, that was so intense." He murmured as he kissed the pulse that throbbed at the side of her neck.
"Mitsuru." She laughed shakily, her thighs still twitching from the intensity of her pleasure. "There was a moment there when I thought I'd die." She told him in a shivering voice.
"We will expire together if we keep this up." He smiled as they repositioned themselves on the bed with Kokoro snuggling against his chest as he lay on his back.
"Your fault." She whispered, yawning sleepily.
Mitsuru smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Always."
A/N: This was supposed to be part of chapter 9, but it got too long so had to split it. ;D