He couldn't speak. It was almost as if the air had been knocked right out of him. An animalistic growl left his throat as he claimed her mouth with his own. He'd only ever fantasized about her saying that she loved him. So to hear those words uttered while he was awake... it was more powerful than he'd ever imagined. He'd never tire of the way she tasted; never.
His hands took on a mind of their own; he had to touch her. Maybe it was the fact that he couldn't see her body, but his hands became animated, whatever the reason. She gasped when he pushed her back down to the bed and then tried not to scream as his mouth found her neck again. His free hand slid down her neck to her chest and he teased her through the silky fabric resting there.
Her chest wasn't big by any standards, but what she had was able to fill his hand, and that was plenty enough for him. He smiled when she arched her back pressing herself fully into his palm. It was like her body was demanding that he touch her, and he wasn't going to argue. In fact, he wanted to explore every part of her body.
He kissed her again before deciding to let his hand continue the exploration of her body. His hand lead a trail down her stomach to her underwear. His finger hooked under the band and he let his finger trail back and forth along the top lining. His mouth atop hers muffled the noises she made, but it didn't completely stop them.
He let his finger travel further down with each passing stroke. She wiggled beneath his touch, but she didn't try to stop him. He should have restrained himself, but he didn't. He was too selfish not to take advantage of the situation he'd found himself in. He placed his finger even further down and couldn't help the grin that lit his face upon finding the wetness there.
He moved his finger up slowly and she almost shot off the bed as he found the little part of her he'd been looking for. "Kyouya...what...?" She gasped as he flicked the small nub again. "Do you like this Haruhi?" Even in the darkness he was able to tell her answer. She didn't confirm it verbally, but when she nodded her head he was able to make out the movement.
He may not have had sex before, but he'd studied it enough to know the ins and outs of the process; what eighteen year old boy hadn't? He wanted to show her that he wanted her; that he loved her. With that thought wedged firmly into his thoughts, he brought his mouth back down to hers and started to kiss her again, his only concern now was ensuring that she fully enjoyed this.
Her breath was coming out in little pants and her left hand was twisted in the sheets. Her right arm was snaked around his body and took turns between grabbing him by the back of his head or running her nails down his back. He didn't even think she knew she was doing it. She probably only meant to rub his back, but the pent up pressure her body was under made her actions more tense than usual.
Once he felt her start to tremble, he knew that she was close to finding satisfaction. He couldn't help the surge of pride he felt from the knowledge that he'd be the first to bring her over the edge. The trembling intensified and her body stiffened before she screamed out his name; then she lay, exhausted, into his embrace.