I follow Kagome into the cabin, carrying our bags and the welcome basket we received at check-in. Chocolate, assorted teas, a bottle of wine, and some information on the resort; a map and a few local restaurant menus. I look up after kicking the door closed. Kagome stops beside the bed and bends over, unhooking the strap on her sandal. The hem of her dress rides up. Restaurant menus? Forget that. I'm staring at my next several meals right here.

"I want you naked, now."

Kagome jerks her head up, eyes wide. Yeah, I used my 'alpha voice'; works every time. She licks her lips, eyes dilating with arousal. "Okay," she says, slightly breathless.

"I want you on the bed, and no grabbing my junk."

"What?" she laughs, dress pooling at her feet. "Not even a little?"

"No, it's my turn now."

"But I like touching you, Yash."

"Kagome," I growl, setting the luggage and basket aside. "Do as I say."

"Okay, okay. No touching your junk." She climbs into the huge be and waves a dismissive hand. "Jeez. You act like I can't control myself around that thing. I'm not even sure I want to touch it anymore."

I arch my brow. "Oh, by the time I'm done, wench, you'll be begging to touch everything."

She raises a brow right back. "Oh, will I now?"

"Yes. On your stomach," I answer.

She obliges, and I pluck the small bottle of massage cream from the basket. This is going to be fun.

Starting at her hips, I smooth my hands up her back to her shoulders and down again, rubbing the cream over her body and warming it. Her skin begins to glow. A rich scent fills the air. Vanilla. I massage the tops of her thighs and her ass, those sexy as hell dimples at the lowest point on her back. She moans softly when I spend some extra time there, moving my hands lower, my fingers brushing down her crack and dipping between her legs. I push my thumbs together and press up the line of her spine.

Kagome moans in pleasure, and I can't stop my own reaction. I don't want to. Leaned over her like I am, I know she feels me growing hard. I can't say I'm deliberately trying to rub my length over her skin. I can't say I'm not either.

"Feel good?" I ask, my hands squeezing her waist.

"Mmhmm." She nods a little. "So good. I'm so relaxed."

"Good. Turn over . I want to do your front."

She flips, stretching out on her back and smirking when our eyes lock. Her hair creates a dark halo around her. "I bet you do," she says through a chuckle.

"You being cute?" I ask, watching her smirk.

"Yep." Sassy wench, but she's right. I want to do a lot to her front.

I reach for the bottle again, starting at her neck and working my slowly down. I deliberately avoid her breasts, rubbing the cream into her ribs and belly, keeping my touch firm so as not to tickle. I'm not in a laughing mood.

"InuYasha," she gasps, arching off the bed, twisting a little, trying to bring my hands up higher. Wench should know better than that, I won't be distracted or put off my course. And I intend to make her wait.

Down to the tops of her thighs, with small sweeps to the inside. Her legs jerk beneath me. The pressure of my touch increases. The scent of her arousal blooms in the air, mixing with the light fragrance of the cream. The longer I touch her, the harder I become. I try and distract my mind by forcing my hands to other parts of her. I rub her shoulders and her biceps. Her wrists and fingers. I move to the side and work my hands down her legs. She makes quiet, approving noises when I rub her feet. I stay there until I'm nearly feral with need.

After several minutes of gently massaging each toe, I work my way back up to give her what we both want. At the first touch of my hand to her breast, we both moan. I squeeze her right breast between my hands, manipulating her flesh, rolling her nipple under my fingers before giving the other one equal attention. Her breathing quickens and she starts to tremble and pant.

I reach down with one hand and stroke myself, rocking into my fist. My stomach muscles clench, but I don't hurry. This might be painful for me, but it doesn't leave her unaffected, either. She forgets my command, reaching with eager fingers, trying to pull me to her, to grasp my cock.

"No touching!" I snarl, lightly smacking her hands away. I go back to tweaking her nipple with one hand, while the other tugs and jerks my erection, forcing us both closer to the edge.

I can tell she's close, almost madly desperate when she snakes one of her own hands down to her cleft, seeking release any way she can get it. I snarl, snatching her hand away and pinning it above her head.

"InuYasha, please!" Kagome begs, arching her whole body up into me.

My discipline evaporates. In a move to swift to track, I shift us both and spread her legs, lifting her hips off the bed and impaling her in one hard thrust.

"Yes!" she screams. Her hands reach out blindly above her head, seeking anchor. My entire body shudders. A deep, trembling growl vibrates in my chest. "Kagome ." I gather her against me so she's no longer on her back, but clinging to my body instead, her legs wrapped around my waist and her fingers in my hair, tugging as I withdraw, then lower her. An inch. She gasps, moaning when I lift her and start again. More, half of my length inside now. Then the rest. Her head lowers, and I feel the sting of her blunt teeth on my shoulder.

"Tease!" she cries, and I love it.

"You feel so good," I whisper, digging my fingers into her hips and bouncing her steadily in my lap. She raises her head and kisses me. Her tongue sweeps inside, flicking against mine and coaxing me to kiss her back, to take her mouth like I'm taking her body.

Releasing one hand from her waist, I guide her head to deepen the kiss. My pace grows more desperate, the rough slapping of our bodies coming together urgently now as I bring her down at the same time as bucking my hips. I grunt with each thrust. "Touch yourself," I snarl.

Kagome trembles as she slides a hand between us and strokes her clit, obeying me immediately. Her fingers brush against my shaft. "Fuck," I growl, breaking away from her mouth to look between us, never slowly my rythym. "Fuck, that feels so good. Don't stop." I kiss her cheek and her jaw, my lips staying pressed to her skin. My breathing ragged. She continues to stroke herself, taking care to taunt and tease me with her other hand as well. My spine tingles. I won't last much longer.

"Kagome!"

"So close," she says, her voice shaking and her head now tucked into my neck. I keep one arm wrapped around her and bring my other hand between us to rub her swollen clit. The second I touch her she goes off, her clenching channel bringing on my own orgasm.

"InuYasha!" she pants, twitching in my arms. "Come. Come now!"

I'm not sure when the roles got reversed, when she became the dominant but I really don't care. I'm helpless to obey. When I finish we collapse together on the bed, our bodies still joined and our hands still roaming with that hunger we can't ever seem to satisfy. I'm not sure I ever want to.

After a time, once we've caught our breath and can think clearly, she reaches up and tugs my ear. There's a familiar smirk on her beautiful mouth.

"I totally touched your junk," she whispers.

I throw my head back and laugh and laugh.