Lemon

Hiei...

We stared at each other for what seemed like a life time. The silence was overwhelming. The lingering taste of bubblegum nearly made me sick, not because of how it tasted, but because it was a nagging reminder of what I had just done. I made a mistake. I definitely made a mistake. Doubt swirled around me as I tried to comprehend what to do next. It usually wasn't this hard. I am used to taking whatever it was I wanted, and the people that I took from didn't matter. But Miss Sai was different. It wasn't much of an issue whether or not she mattered to me, but to Yukina. Yukina loves her like a sister and though she had wanted this... I don't know what would happen between the two of us if Miss Sai and I weren't able to work out.

It would have been so much easier if she was like any other woman I came across. I know how to handle women like that, but she was different. Miss Sai wasn't the type to throw herself at any male who would give her the time of day, she wasn't the type to stumble into a stranger's home drunk just for a long night. For the brief moments we would speak in the car whilst I drive her to see my sister, she was nothing but sincere and honest with every word she spoke. She was irritably shy and distant but still wanted nothing more than to reach out for other human beings. Her social anxiety has allowed me to see the full color spectrum of red on her face and I can't help my self but to want more.

What exactly am I doing with her? What is it that I really want?

Before I could say anything, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. I heard her place her bowl on the table in order to be forgotten as I slid the palm of my hand over her cheek and deepened the kiss. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to me wanting us to be as close as possible. She gasped in surprise as my teeth grazed her lip. She was trembling beneath my touch. I shivered at her delicate little hand grasping at my arm for an anchor, her nails gently digging into my skin as her other hand was nervously held close to her chest as a last attempt at a barrier. I grabbed it with my hand, bringing the insignificant wall crumbling down, and I snaked her arm around my neck.

She was so much warmer than I had expected, her skin felt like it was on fire as I trailed my fingers beneath her shirt and up her spine. She quickly pulled away from me at the contact, slowly stepping back until she was flush against the wall, her weak little arms pulled in front of her chest either to seperate us or to gather herself, I could not tell. Her face was flushed red and her breathing was heavy and rapid. I could see her shivering from where I stood.

I slowly advanced toward her, not wanting to scare her away. She did not move from her position nor did she make a sign for me to stop. I looked upon her, gently placing my hand on her cheek. She looked up with glazed over blue eyes that were filled with complete uncertainty. I took one last step forward, allowing my body to barely brush agaisnt hers. She pressed her palms against my chest, not pushing, not pulling, just waiting. I brought my mouth against her ear, the sweet smell of her hair reminding me of cool spring wind that brought with it the scent of flowers. I took in a deep breath of hair, allowing the memory to linger just a moment longer before replying, "stay the night."

I can't remember how we ended up in my room, nor how she became naked in front of me, but she was on top of my bed mewling at every single deed I did to her. The sounds were delightful and... cute. She sat in my lap her legs spread on either side of my knees. She held her mouth closed with her hand as I dipped my fingers into her. Her free hand was curled into my hair as I bit down on her neck, continuing to hit the same spot over and over and over again. I kneaded one of her soft breasts in my hand. I tried to do so gently but excitement would get the better of me at times forcing me to squeeze far harder than I intended eliciting that small little squeak she made when she was far too nervous to form cohesive words and cognitive thoughts.

She weakly bucked as my thumb grazed her clit, a soft sigh of ecstacy escaping her lips. I couldn't stop touching her she was so soft. Her skin felt like velvet and was just so incredibly warm. Her insides seemed to run red hot as I continuously prodded and played. The amount of fun I was having just toying with her made my blood boil. I could hardly take any more of her timid gasps as I released her neck from my teeth. I kept my fingers inside as her arched back slowly sank to my chest, her breasts rising and falling rapidly within my hand. She was desperately trying to catch her breath.

I smirked at the small achievement, making her loose all recognition of her surroundings. I laid her head down on a pillow, flipping myself over on top of her. She was still gathering her thoughts when I looked into her unfocused eyes. They were bluer than ever, the deep rich color was beautiful. I lifted her head gently to bring her mouth to mine wanting to taste her one more time as I placed myself at her entrance. She was dripping onto my sheets and we had barely even begun. As I pushed myself in, I found it to be incredibly difficult. She was just so tight I could feel her walls trying frantically to reject me, but I pressed further and further.

"Ow." She cried in pain once I was only halfway through. She was trying to push me away. I had come too far to stop now. I wanted her far too much. Her attempts were weak and futile, her breathing becoming frantic and rapid. I dared not move, fearing I would never have the opportunity again, and tried to silence her with chaste kisses on her pink lips and flushed cheeks. I did not want to stop. I quietly shushed her, trying my best to be as gentle as possible, but there was nothing that came close to being as difficult a task.

After what seemed to be hours, she finally settled back down and mewled, allowing me to press further. She did not cry out this time, but moaned shamelessly. She panted heavily as I gently dipped in and out of her, each little thrust becoming easier as she coated me with her hot liquid that never ceased to flow. She felt so incredible. I brought her frail little body to me, cradling her head in one hand, and moving her hips with the other, she tangled her fingers in my hair and clawed repeatedly at my back pleading to never stop.

I thrusted harder and harder until she cried painfully, holding me closer, pulling at my hair and skin, tearing at my back, clamping her legs around me tighter and tighter. She felt so warm and soft I couldn't contain my own cries of pleasure as the ecstasy built more and more; I started to become tired, the sweat intermingling with her scent. I was in rapture as I felt her hot slick walls clench tightly around me as her release finally came and more of that volcanic liquid came pouring out of her forcing me to climax to incredible heights.

We panted in unison as I laid my forehead atop of hers and allowed myself to savor the intensity of the high she brought me. She was far too intoxicating to be real, far too beautiful to be here. As I stared directly into her dark blue eyes that glimmered with the remnants of her orgasm, they slowly closed as her head lolled to the side so she could fall asleep. I laid myself next to her, far too tired to move any further, and slept more soundly than I have done in a very, very long time.

TBC...