A/N: Featured Song: Maroon 5's Hands all Over, which I do not own.
Chapter 25
There was two weeks left before the wedding. Presents started to come in and were starting to collect in Kuon's spare bedroom. That little gift diary that Julie made her get was a blessing in disguise. Anywhere from five to ten gifts arrived a day. Luckily, they only had to deal with the gifts from their wedding guests. All gifts received by fans and well wishers from companies or people who don't know their address are being sent to LME, where a team of people are opening them and checking them over. They were taking note what the item was and who gave it to them. It was unfortunate, but most if not all the gifts from fans were probably going to be either given out or sent to charities. Any gifts given by influential people will have to be responded to and then most likely shared by the company. They always send gift baskets for some reason. It sounded cruel to give away or have other people handle these gifts, but it was safer for them, and to be honest, they simply didn't have the time.
She was worried that she wouldn't have the time for the ones they were getting already. Today was busy day for both of them. Kuon was taking care of the final payments for the wedding with Kuu and a shoot for a magazine till 5 o'clock this evening. Kyoko had to do a set of commercials for her new supernatural drama, Midnight's Run. As soon as she got back from her honeymoon, she would be stolen away to film for it, Two weeks after that, she would be required to do Jewel in the Palace and start the ending of Red Ribbon. She really didn't know if she was looking forward to it or not. Still, she committed and she would do her best, but what a way to start her marriage. She was going to be gone for the first three months of it. The only good thing was that she was going to live with him as he kept pointing out, they will still see each other every day.
That was a lot more than they had been able to see each other recently. Dinners, wedding plans and bad scheduling prevented them from seeing each other for three weeks. She couldn't wait for it to be over. Things were much more relaxed when they were dating.
It was almost three, with lunch included, by the time the Midnight's Run cast were free to go. As she left the studio, Kyoko called Kuon. She got his voice mail which was expected. He started his shoot at 1:30.
"Hi, I just finished. Please give me a call when you can. Let me know if there is something that still needs to be done, and I can take care of it before we meet your parents tonight. Talk to you soon."
She hung up. She didn't know how much he took care of this morning. She had all her dresses done along with her shoes. They were all gorgeous more so than she would have expected. She was hesitant, at first, when she saw them in the bags but as soon as she put them on, everything was perfect. It was uncanny the way her mother knew what to put on her to make her look the best. Until Kuon called back, she could go home and pack. She didn't have much to begin with, but they agreed to move everything to his place so they wouldn't have to worry about it there after their trip.
It was very warm outside, making it difficult to hide from the public. She didn't require as much as her famous family, but she had to actually try these days. She had on a simple flowery dress that fell to her knees. The skirt fell like tattered rags with longer strands of fabric fluttering around her legs and with some shorter spots. It was flirty and moved well. The top was snug with a simple curved neckline and sleeveless. To make up for her lack of cover up clothing, she sported her sunglasses and a large brim hat. Her hair had also grown longer as time went by. She was able to style it differently from her norm. Still, perhaps mother was right; maybe she needed to get a car. Lost in her thoughts as she walked home, her phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hey. How is my beautiful wife?" Kuon asked, and she could hear him smiling through the phone.
"I don't know. I didn't know you were married," she teased and then let her voice sound hurt and angry, "Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Ha ha. You're so funny," he said sarcastically, "I'll get to say that soon enough, and you will have to answer. How are you?"
"I'm good. How is your shoot going?" She smiled stupidly into the phone. It was completely obvious she was in love.
"Fine. They are changing the scenery over at the moment," he paused. "Oh. Lory suckered my parents into an event tonight, so we are free from dinner with them."
"Kuon! You make it sound like it would have been such a horrible thing, they're your parents," she scolded him playfully.
He sighed. "We were invited too. Did you want to go?" She laughed. She could hear how much he really wanted to go.
"No, it's fine."
"Oh good," Kuon said relieved. "I was hoping to have you all to myself tonight. We can go to dinner and be alone for once." She could hear how happy he was with the thought of finally having some time alone. Truthfully, she thought the idea sounded wonderful. She loved his parents dearly, but they required a lot of energy than she thought, and she was getting sick of watching father eat all that food. She had much more sympathy for her fiancée these days.
"I have an idea," she started.
"Does it involve the lingerie you bought in Hokkaido?" He asked hopefully.
Kyoko laughed. "No." Well it could now that he mentioned it. "Rather than going out to eat how about I make us dinner, and we stay in. We should get as much time together as we can before all my shows start."
He laughed softly. "Kyoko, we'll have a lot more time together than you think, and it's only for three months. We've done worse when I went to America."
She pouted. "I thought you hated that time."
'I did so you'd understand why this is so much better. I'll get to see you every night and every morning. I can reach over and touch you, kiss your sweet lips and hold you whenever I see you."
She flushed agreeing with his words completely.
"Okay," she said softly, "so then does that sound good or did you want to go out?"
"No, staying in sounds wonderful," Kuon quickly replied. She could hear him smiling over the phone.
"Would you like anything special?" She paused. "To eat," she added and then thought better of it, "For dinner." She heard him laugh as she continued to add to her question, "Something that I can cook!"
"I don't care, cook anything you want to eat. I need to go. I'll come by to pick you up after the shoot."
"No, I'll be there before you get off, just come straight home." Her heart fluttered as she said the word home. It was going to be home to her soon. She better get use to that. They said their goodbyes and hung up. She arrived at Daruma-ya's quickly. They were setting up for the dinner rush with a few patrons eating an early dinner or an extremely late lunch.
"I'm home," Kyoko called out. She walked by the prep station, and the Taisho nodded his greeting.
"Welcome back, Kyoko-chan. How was your shoot?" Ai smiled at the sweet girl.
"It went very well. Everyone was very happy with my progress with the sword. I don't waver anymore, and the blade moves smoothly. It was very odd using a prop sword though, it wasn't as heavy as the ones they had me practice on." They chatted about the filming, and she revealed what she could about it. They didn't want too many details being spilled out. Not wanting to bother them, she dismissed herself upstairs.
She hasn't packed much at all. There were packaging supplies ready to be used in the corner of her room. Anything new Kyoko has gotten was already at his condo, so she had to pack all her old things. She was still sleeping here, sort of, so she couldn't pack everything away. She spent an hour putting the smaller random things in boxes: Pictures, knick knacks, books, old scripts, DVDs and other things she didn't need to have anytime soon. She would have loved to take some of it down now, but she couldn't carry a single box down to his place walking. That left calling a cab, or she could just wait till next week. They had Friday off just for this reason. They were going to pack everything away in a small truck and haul it over, one last night here, and she will be officially moved in and married to the man she loved.
Kyoko laughed. Just thinking about it made her heart pound, living with Hizuri Kuon, seeing him everyday and being his wife, his lover until forever. It was too good to be true. She glanced down at the constant reminder of her fate. The ring was simply too big for her little hand. She has gotten so many compliments though; most of them extremely jealous of her good luck in love, but that was just it. She was in love with him. They wanted him for his money and good looks. If he was in a fire and scarred for life unable to work, heaven forbid, she would still be with him everyday, kissing him, holding him, loving him.
She couldn't think about a life without him. Her heart ached at the smallest hint of it. She turned her head to the clock, it was early, but she wanted to be around him. She stood up and started heading out. As she reached for the door, she saw carefully wrapped boxes off to the side untouched. She blushed at them, hesitating at the door. They were going to be alone tonight, but those were for the honeymoon.
Kyoko found herself opening the first box. It was the pure white slip she was going to wear on the wedding day. She touched it softly, running her fingers over the silky material. What if she wore it today? She pulled it out and placed it in front of her looking at herself in the mirror. It wouldn't fit well under the dress. It would probably get wrinkled and it wouldn't look as sexy. She went through all the boxes until she found the simpler bra and panty sets. She found one that was light enough to wear under her dress and changed.
It was very odd to dress up with the soul intent to show off your underwear to anyone. Thoughts kept creeping into her mind about what he would think of it, what he would do with it and how soon would she simply not care. She bought groceries for pork shogayaki. It was fairly simple and didn't require a lot. Once she lived there, she wouldn't need to buy food for every meal she cooked for him. There would actually be food there, which Kyoko was sure his kitchen would have a heart attack if it was alive.
It was almost five by the time she made it there, so that mean he was coming home late. There was no clocking out from their work. They are either always late or always early. Unless, they were at location for something, then they were always early since they had to have time to clean everything up within the required time. So she took her time. She made the rice first, and let it cook before she even started on the rest. The meal was so simple. It would take all of five minutes. She went into his bathroom, freshened up a little and turned on the TV for noise. She put it on some home improvement show. Then she set off to work.
Not moments later, she heard the door click open. She grinned and decided to play the little wife. She rushed to the living room and kneeled down on the floor. She bowed all the way down, her hands pointing to the center, with her forehead barely touching her hands.
"I'm home, Kyoko," Kuon called out. Kyoko smiled as his voice carried through the apartment. She could tell he enjoyed saying that just as much as she enjoyed hearing it. She wiped the smile from her face getting into character.
"Welcome home, husband," she said properly as soon as she felt him near her. She rose up gracefully but didn't look up at him. She fought not to smile thinking of his confused face as he tried to figure out what she was doing, but there was a long pause. He didn't ask her any questions, and in fact, started to circle around her. She started to blush. She started to turn towards him when he suddenly lifted her up just by her arms.
"Ah!" She yelped and looked up at him. She couldn't see his face but his aura was serious. "Kuon…" She called to him trying to get him to stop walking for a moment. He didn't listen. He was taking her into the bedroom. It was dark in the room, his heavy curtains blocking the bright sun and threw her onto the bed.
"Oof!" She braced herself at the impact. By the time she looked at him again, he had his shirt off and was taking off his belt.
"Whaaa! Wait!" She started to panic. "I was just playing around. It was a joke!"
He laughed. "Damn." She looked up at him confused, and he answered her nonverbal question, "I was hoping you would play the dutiful wife for the whole night." He started crawl up on the bed shirtless with his slacks undone. She gulped as sin crawled over her.
He leaned in and started kissing her neck. "I would love to see how far I could take it before you broke character."
She laughed. "You're so mean. I thought you were angry or upset. Geez and then you start stripping off so crudely." She yelped as he bit her shoulder. "Kuon," Kyoko whined but then moaned as he licked her. His hand started pushing off the strap of her dress.
"Kuon, wait." She pushed at his chest. He looked down at her blinking. "The food is going to get cold." It was all she could think of. He was going too fast.
"So let it. I have a microwave." Kuon dived back in, his lips kissing whatever skin she was showing off, and what bits he was able to reveal. She pushed against the bed slowly trying to slide from underneath him but it seemed like he didn't notice or care, he just went with her, continuously kissing.
His bed was big but not endless. Before she knew it, the edge came, and she started to slip. He quickly caught her, his right arm wrapping around her shoulders and his left hand hitting the ground, stopping their fall. Kyoko opened her eyes. With her body still poised to hit the ground, she gingerly looked at him. His face held a look of concern.
He shook his head. "Okay. Okay. You win." Kuon crawled back bringing her back into a sitting position on the bed. He kissed her forehead and let her go. "I'm going to change, and I'll meet you out there in a few." He slipped off the bed, but she didn't budge. She felt guilty, though she didn't know why.
"Are you upset?" She asked softly, worried about his answer.
He was putting on a t-shirt and stopped midway when she spoke. Kuon chuckled, slipped his shirt on and walked back to her. The bed dipped as he sat down, and he cupped her cheek. "No. I'm not mad. You're so funny, Kyoko. I just like the extreme measures you go through sometimes."
She looked at him and found him laughing at her again. She crossed her arms over her chest hotly. "Well sometimes that's the only thing that works. You can be this wrecking ball sometimes, stubborn and in full force." She turned to him with suspicious eyes. "Tell me…" she paused for effect, "Tell me that I wouldn't be completely naked by now if I didn't do that?"
He coughed, and Kyoko saw a faint blush on his cheeks. She smiled as he turned away. "Of course not," Kuon lied.
She laughed and crawled over to him. "Let's try this again." She went to her knees and hugged him from behind. "Welcome home, Kuon." She kissed his cheek. He turned to her with a smile. His left hand reached up and touched her face.
"I'm home." He kissed her sweetly, and Kyoko smiled with a small nod. Before she could leave, his hand wrapped around the forearm hugging him.
"So then no welcome home sex?" Kuon pouted.
Kyoko smacked him, laughing. "Not when you ask like that. Change and come eat." She hightailed it out of the room before he figures out that if he asked in another way, she would probably say yes. He came out dressed in comfortable blue jeans and a white t-shirt. She put his plate down as he sat down and turned to get drinks.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Water's fine," he called out. She returned with two glasses of water, and he slid an envelope to her.
"What's this?" She asked lifting it up.
"The marriage license. I picked it up today." Kuon smiled and took a bite of the meal.
She was all grins as she pulled the documents out. There were actually three copies of the form, one for their records, one they needed to send back and the other for her name change.
Kyoko read part of it out loud, "You are hereby authorized to join in marriage Hizuri Kuon and Mogami Kyoko." She couldn't stop smiling. Lower it had Record of Marriage, but it was blank. "Do we fill this out?"
"Yes. They told me to do that on the day of the wedding. Both our fathers, or in this case two witnesses, and we have to sign each and every copy. Then we will be bound together by law as well as under God."
She couldn't stop her big silly grin. She carefully put everything away. "I can't believe this is happening. Next Saturday, we are going to married," she said in such awe. She tried to eat, but couldn't, the more and more excited she got.
He smiled brightly. "It's too good to be true," he said softly. She blinked at him. Those were her exact words from earlier. She felt like crying and laughing and then slapping herself to make sure this was wasn't a dream. Kyoko dropped her chopsticks and stood up. He looked up at her confused, concerned as she quickly stepped over to him.
"Wha…Mmmm," Kuon started to ask, but she cut him off. Her lips came crashing down on his, her hands cupped both sides of his face. She was aggressive and forceful, but he couldn't find it in him to fight her off. He moaned as her hand came down to his neck and her fingers sunk into his hair. He loved her hands, the way she scratched his skin in her needy desperation. He wondered if she knew how rough she was with him, the way she gripped his hair sent shivers of pain and pleasure through his body. She clung onto him as if afraid to let go, and he loved it. He loved how much she felt like she needed him, as if he didn't need her just as much.
She pulled away, panting heavily. Kuon looked into her face in concern, "Kyoko?"
"Make love to me," she whispered, "please."
Something about this felt different, and he had to know why even if is body was screaming at him to accept. "Why?"
"Why?" Kyoko frowned and blinked at him. "You need to know why?"
Kuon combed his fingers through her hair, speaking, "Yes, with the way you are acting right now. I would like to know why."
She paused and came up with the most obvious answer. "Because I love you," she said and started to kiss his neck. "I need you. I've missed you so much. I want to hold you and have you hold me." He closed his eyes and lifted his arms to let her crawl into his lap. She continued to lick and nibble up his neck and ear, and finally, her real reason came up, "Make love to me, Kuon. I need to make sure this is real. If we…OOWW!"
Kyoko jerked way, looked at her thigh where the sudden pain erupted, and back at him. "Did you just pinch me?"
He was trying to hold back his laughter; she could see it in his eyes. "Yes."
She lifted her leg and looked at her right thigh. There was this huge red spot. "That really, really hurt! Why did you do that?" Kyoko yelled.
"Because you wanted to make sure you weren't dreaming, right? Guessing that if I made love to you and you felt pain then that would mean you weren't dreaming," Kuon said out loud exactly what she was thinking. Kyoko blushed. He did laugh now. "Well I proved you weren't. Though I really don't believe that pain can prove you are dreaming. Dreams can be so real that you might think you are in pain but you're not. So there is no saying whether that was real or not."
She looked at him confused. "So then how do we know?"
He smiled at her softly and lightly caressed her cheek. "Does it really matter? If this was a dream, my being with you like this, the fact that I am going to spend the rest of my life with the only woman that I've ever really loved, then I don't ever want to wake up. I would make it my life's goal to never wake up again, because I don't want to live if I'm not with you."
Kyoko couldn't stop the tears from falling at his sweet words. She hugged him as she cried, and he held her. He waited a moment and added, "Besides, I'm sure I'm going to piss you off sometime during our marriage, and that will show you how real it is."
She laughed, her face still buried in the crook of his neck. "You couldn't make me mad even if you tried."
"Oh yeah?" He threatened. "Do you want me to prove that this is real?" She nodded. What would make her mad? And it had to be something he could get out of easily.
"I skipped lunch and breakfast today. This right here is my first real meal," he said confidently.
She smiled and laughed. "It's not comforting to know that my future husband doesn't know how to take care of himself, but I knew that already."
Kuon frowned and thought about it. She was still sitting in his lap and his mind went to the lap dance he got. Normal girls would get very angry at that. His fingers started playing with the little tails of her skirt. He didn't want to tell her that, but it wasn't like he slept with her or even enjoyed it. Plus, his conscience would be clear if he did tell her.
"I had a lap dance at my bachelor party." The moment he finished speaking, he wanted to take it back. Kyoko backed away from him, her arms leaving around his shoulders, but she didn't slip off of him. She actually stayed sitting on his lap. If she did try to leave, his arms were ready to hold her against her will. There was no way he would let some stripper come between them.
She sat silently on his lap. His arm felt heavy on her thighs while the other was at her back. She pressed her lips together not really knowing what to say. She looked at him, and there was this worried sorrowful look on his face. Finally she spoke, "Was she pretty?"
That was not the question he wanted to hear. Did he tell her the truth or lie? By world's standards, she was consider pretty, yes. He saw her as pretty, but he wasn't attracted to her. She couldn't stir his fire and make his heart race like Kyoko was doing now, fully dressed and looking so cute in her little dress. So the real question she was asking was if he was attracted to her, but how does one answer that?
"She wasn't you," he said softly and a ghost of her real smile twitched on her lips.
"I can't do the things she probably did." She pouted, and his smile widened.
Kuon smirked at her relieved that they would get through this. She didn't care about the dancer. Kyoko only thought of him, and what she could do for him. She was so… Kyoko. "I don't know," his voice went deep. He started to pull her closer to him. "I bet you could if you tried."
Her lips split into a smile as she hid her blushing face, shaking her head. "There is no way!" She cried behind her hands. "It would be too embarrassing." She lowered her hands. Her face was happy again and he was happy again. "I bet you couldn't even do it," Kyoko challenged him.
Kuon raised an eyebrow. "I can dance for you," he offered in a seductive voice and her face burned crimson. She didn't answer, so he took that as a yes. He slipped his left arm under her knees and lifted her up. She yelped lightly, clinging on to his neck.
"What are you doing!" She asked frightened.
"I'm going to dance for you, like you want. I do believe you are owed a dance, since you didn't get one at your bachelorette party," he replied casually.
She started to squirm in his arms. "No! I don't want a dance. I couldn't take it. I can't." Kuon set her down on the middle of the couch. He turned and started to move the little table from the middle of the room.
"Kuon stop!" Kyoko pleaded. Her face was still in flames thinking about it. "Besides, it's supposed to be a stranger not the man I'm going to marry."
He laughed. "It's more fun this way trust me. I would have preferred you stripping for me than that woman." He went to his stereo and found a song that he thought would fit. The music started right away, and so did he.
Put your hands all over
Put your hands all over me
Kyoko covered her face with her hands, every little bit of her was bright red. She felt him near her, and her heart started to hammer uncontrollably. His hand reached out and touched hers. When she looked at him, he was smiling on his knees in front of her. He started to lean back moving his upper body to the music. His hand went to his belt and then swept up his muscular chest and as soon as the song actually started, he ripped his shirt making her gasp.
Kuon pulled back expanding the naked span of his chest in front of her. He rolled his shoulders back, stripping off the remains of his shirt. He leaned forward with that dark seductive look, moving towards her knees. Her hands were still clenched in front of her mouth as she watched him blow hot air on her knees raising goosebumps along her skin. He shifted back and started to crawl away from her like a predator. He stood up slowly rocking his body to the beat of the music.
He ran his hands over his bare skin, running from his neck to the hard muscle that made up his chest and the ridges of his abs as the chorus of the song was asking her to touch him, to touch him like he was touching himself. He turned to his side and thrust his hips forward, his movements so fluid and controlled. His fingers were at his belt, but she couldn't see what he was doing. Soon, Kyoko saw the leather strap come undone, and he quickly pulled, the belt slipping from around his lean waist easily.
Now you've lost your mind
The pretty little girl I left behind
And now you're getting rough
She gulped, her hands moving down to her lap as she watched. She clenched the fabric of her skirt as he moved. Kuon turned towards her and ran the strap of the belt over his chest, slowly caressing his taunt skin. He circled his right nipple with the rough leather strap, and she felt a wave of heat rush through her. He threw his belt somewhere; Kyoko couldn't tear her eyes away from him to see where it went. He had his thumbs into the band of his jeans and was moving back and forth but didn't unbutton them to reveal the prize that hid beneath it.
He slowly started to creep forwards, and it was then that he unsnapped the little button. Her eyes were focus on it. Her breathing was coming out harshly with her heart was slamming into her chest. The little zipper on his fly slowly came down. Her eyes fixated on the black cloth that was being revealed underneath. She stopped listening to the song, the blood rushing through her veins making it hard to hear or even think. Kuon was standing right in front of her and he dipped his hips down and thrust towards her.
Kyoko turned away, her face blazed. She felt the couch dip from his weight. His arm appeared in front of her face as he reached for the back of the couch for support. She turned to look at him and had her breath stolen. Kuon was kneeling on the couch, her legs trapped between his thighs. He rocking his hips towards her lower abdomen, the muscle in his stomach flexed as he moved, showing off that perfect body of his. His jeans were slipping from being undone, and the open fly was teasing her, asking to be taken off completely.
Her hands were also trapped beneath him. Kyoko didn't even notice until the rough fabric of his jeans touched her skin for the first time. She quickly slid them out and was going to sit on them, but he stopped her by catching her left hand. Again, the damn chorus came on. Kuon pressed her hand on the middle of his chest, and very slowly ran her fingers down his skin, still rotating his hips to the song.
She bit her lip as her forced hand came down, over his abs. Her middle finger dipped into his belly button slightly and found the thin light brown hairs that trailed down to more dangerous things. He moved back as her hand moved down. She felt the fabric of his underwear on heel of her palm. Kuon raised her hand to barely graze over his crotch and then gently pulled her away from him, making it all a tease as the dance dictated. Before Kyoko could decide whether to put her hand underneath her or back on him, Kuon slipped off the couch.
Kyoko felt his hands on her knees. She gasped as he jerked them open and pulled her to the edge of the couch making her almost lie down. Her eyes went wide as he moved between her legs and crawled over her body. Kuon hovered over her with dark lust filled eyes. His left hand braced himself on the back of the couch, so he wouldn't actually be the one touching her. He started to roll his body to the beat of the song as if he was making love to her. His hips moving against her like he was thrusting in to her with slow methodical movements.
She saw his hand move towards her face, and she closed her eyes ready for his touch, but it never came. She opened her eyes to see what was happening. His hand was moving down to her shoulder so very close to her but not touching. Kyoko could feel the heat of it come down, moving over her breast. Her back arched wanting him to touch her, to end this torturous feeling he was creating inside of her. His hand slid to the side his thumb barely grazing her breast making her hiss. His hand moved down to her waist and over her hip all while he was still dancing above her. He reached her thigh and she raised it, bending her knee up. She put her foot on the edge of the couch and the outside seam of his jeans touched her inner thigh.
She licked her lips and did the same to her other leg on the other side of him. Her skirt fell to her waist but still hid everything. Kyoko found that she rather enjoyed what she was seeing, her body opened and willing for only him, his body moving against her, between her thighs. Kyoko glanced up to his face, and Kuon had his eyes closed, his movements growing repetitious as he lost focus. She looked down to the little gap that was showing off his underwear and found him long and hard, looking like a trapped animal. She placed her hands on his chest, and he went still. The song had already switched to something else, but they were both so lost to care.
Kyoko ran her hands down his incredibly hot skin, her body humming with desire. Once she reached his waist, her hands circled around to his back and then dipped inside of his loosened jeans and underwear. His right hand gripped her left thigh and pressed her leg against him. She squeezed his flesh and picked herself up. Before Kuon could tell what she was doing, her hands started to push down his jeans and shorts from behind. He pulled back to get her to stop, but she followed him as he stood up and actually made it easier for her strip him off.
Her hands crawled forward and finally released the thing she had been craving. Not giving him a chance to move or say anything, she ran her tongue across it making him cry out. She wrapped her fingers around it to keep him there, squeezing gently. She remembered him liking that last time, and it was still true. She shifted on the couch getting on her knees and licked the tip of his arousal making him shudder.
"Kyoko, you… uhnnn," Kuon tried to speak. She took him into her mouth and he shut up. Kyoko swallowed and her eyes shut closed as her mind returned to her. What do I do? She let him slip out of her mouth, her lips wrapping around him and ending with a kiss to the tip. She opened her mouth slightly and started to run her tongue and lips down the underside of his hardened shaft. He shuddered in her hand, and she smiled once she reached the base. She pressed her tongue against him and licked up his length again making him hold his breath and release it slowly.
Her eyes found his hands clenching beside him. She wanted him to touch her, his little strip tease making her yearn for him even more. She moved her free hand to his hand, and he looked down at it. She moved his hand to her bicep and looked up at him with a smile and turned back to her treat. Kyoko closed her eyes and pressed the tip of him against her lips. She slowly opened her mouth and slid him into her mouth. Kuon was so wide. She couldn't fit more than a third of him into her mouth, but he still seemed to enjoy it. His hand very gently ran through her hair and braced himself on her shoulders.
Kyoko could feel his body vibrating against her, the control he was trying to keep while she tasted him for the first time. She ran her tongue around him while inside of her, and he pushed against her slightly. She didn't know if that was a hint or a jerk reaction, but she continued with it. She pulled her head back and sucked him back in as far as she could. Wanting to do better, she wrapped her hand around the base of his swollen flesh and squeezed.
Kuon groaned, his fingers tightened around her shoulders. She did it again and again, finding a rhythm, and soon her hand joined her mouth, moving her hand, lips and tongue up and down his throbbing shaft. She felt her spit drip down to her chin and coat everything from her hand, to his shaft and sac. She tried to swallow the excess but couldn't and simply let it flow. She readjusted her grip on him, and he moaned again. Learning a new trick, Kyoko started to twist her hand as she moved up making more sounds crawl out of his throat.
"Kyoko," he gasped as she ran her tongue over his head. "Stop, I'm going to come," he groaned. She continued a little confused. She never told him when she was coming. Why was he telling her? Was she supposed to tell him? When she was on the verge, he went faster, so that's what she did. She bobbed her head faster over him, dipping him deeper into her mouth the more she got use to the feeling.
"Kyo…" he didn't get to finish, and she felt him jerk against her. Her mouth started to flood with his seed her eyes widened in shock. She felt herself gag and pulled him back, swallowing as quickly as she could. Kyoko pulled him out as the last of his seed spilled onto her lips. He fell to his knees, slipping out of her hand and onto the floor panting. She sat back suddenly aware of how exhausting that was. He put his head into her lap and hugged her waist as he caught his breath.
She wiped her mouth with her hand and kept swallowing trying to get rid of the bitter taste in her mouth. She understood why he warned her now. She wanted to clean up. It wasn't that it tasted bad. It was just different. She wasn't expecting it. She was only trying to get him to make more noises, to please him. She looked down at him on her lap and smiled. The only time she's seen him like this was in her room the first time he came. Was there always clean up like this with him?
Kyoko smiled. No, he always had to clean up after he tasted her, so it was the same. Kuon shifted and pulled himself into a sitting position. He leaned in, wrapping his arms around her back and tilted his head for a kiss. She turned her head away from him, and he pulled back hurt.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly.
She looked at him shyly. "I still…" She pointed at her mouth. "I should clean up if you are going to kiss me."
He smiled. "I don't care." He turned her chin back at him and tried to kiss her again but she turned away. He chuckled. He kissed her cheek and started to kiss down to her ear and her neck. "Thank you," he whispered to her making her blushed. She felt his hands at the back of her dress with the zipper slowly coming down.
"Kuon, wait," she pleaded softly, and she felt her bra loosen as well.
"Why?" He breathed across her shoulder. His fingers slowly slid up her back and slipped the straps of the dress and bra down her arms. He leaned her back and started kissing down to her breast. She slipped her arms out of the dress pinning her down and placed them on his bare shoulders.
"I want you to kiss me. Let me clean up first." She licked her lips and was still able to taste him.
"I am kissing you," he whispered as his lips tickled her right nipple. She shuddered as he opened his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue over the tight bead. "And I told you I don't care." He pulled her back up and forced his mouth on hers. She whimpered as his tongue licked her lips. She opened her mouth, and he dived in, sweeping inside of her mouth, tasting himself on her lips, her tongue. She moaned as his hand cupped her bottom and lifted her slightly. Kuon pulled back, and she fell from the couch and onto his lap. She felt the rough fabric of his jeans on her legs. They were still wrapped around his thighs, but at the same time she felt the soft skin of his hips at her knees and knew that the only thing between them were her panties.
Kyoko planted her feet on the floor and started to rock against him as he fed from her mouth. The taste of him was finally leaving their mouths. His hand came up and cupped her breast squeezing roughly and kneading it. She started to feel him becoming hard again, sending a tremble through her. Kuon broke the kiss groaning as she moved her hips against him.
"You're going to kill me," he whispered hotly, and she leaned back against the couch. She felt her panties soak through, and the friction from the rough cloth against his hardening sex was starting to send delicious little waves of pleasure through her. Suddenly, she was lifted from his lap and was placed onto the couch. She wanted to object but his hands were removing the remains of her dress. That she couldn't argue with. She lifted her hips and he pulled the cloth from her hips and down her legs taking her panties off at the same time.
She was bare in front of him after so long, and he glanced down at her, his hand touching the partially smooth skin that now made up her sex. She blushed. She had forgotten the painful wax that she had to go through. She shivered as his fingers went around the small tuff of hair that still existed and to the wet folds of her sex. He didn't ask any questions. Kuon leaned in and licked her making her cry out in pleasure.
"No," she panted as he sucked her little button. His tongue slowly slipped down between her lips and pushed inside of her. "Oh, don't stop," Kyoko moaned forgetting what she wanted to say. Her thighs were on his wide shoulders as he ate her, licking and sucking her, driving her mad. She buckled the moment his hand joined in and his tongue focused on the little clit. Her hands clenched at the cushions. She rotated her hips against him as he moved inside of her.
" Kuon…" She panted and her legs clenched signaling to him how close she was. He moved faster. She cried out loudly as she was pushed over the edge. As she caught her breath, she saw him reach for his shirt and wipe his mouth. She wanted to speak, to ask why he could clean up but she couldn't. Then he moved to his knees and started to pull his pants up to cover that gorgeous erection.
"NO!" She bounced up and effectively tackled him to the floor. He landed hard but unharmed.
"What are you… Kyoko…" She took his hands and weaved her fingers with his and then started to slide her wet folds up and down his hardened member.
"You can't stop. I told you I was ready. I'm on birth control. Please make love to me." She looked down and shifted her hips. She tried to slip him inside of her, but she was too wet as if there was such a thing. When she pushed down on him, she ended up slipping over him making him groan. It would be easier with her hands but she was holding him down.
How foolish of her to think that she could though. The moment she felt like she could push him in, he tightened his grip on her hands and rolled over her, pinned her down. He started to rub against her like he did in her apartment, and she tried to fight him.
"Stop." She tried to bring her legs forwards to plant her feet against him and push him off but the angle it caused made his strokes worse…well actually better, oh so much greatly so… oh boy.
"Kuon, please," she begged. Kyoko felt her whole body throb with the desire to have him inside of her.
Kuon leaned in and kissed her. "Just wait." He slowed his rhythm and she looked up at him. "Wait till next Saturday. We've waited this long, we can wait till then too. You can marry a virgin like you wanted," he finished and then started to rub harder against her.
She shook her head. "No. I don't care! It's you. I'm marrying you!" She cried out and started matching his movements with her hips. She couldn't speak anymore. She wanted to say that it didn't matter when. He was still the only one to touch her like this. He was the only one that would ever touch her like this, so why do they have to wait till the wedding.
"You do care. I know you do," Kuon said breathlessly. "I can wait. We can wait." He looked down at her and wanted to sink inside of her but what he said was true. She cared, and he wouldn't take that away from her. Kyoko was a traditional girl, and he was happy that he could hold himself back for this long, even if he did cheat like this with her throughout their relationship. She made thing so difficult though.
He let go of her hands, and she wrapped them around his back, her nails digging into his flesh. He placed one hand on her thigh and the other on the floor, then rubbed against her harder, forcing pressure on her little bud. She cried out, her body spasms with pleasure underneath him. He stilled above her, and she looked down. Her small hand reached down between her legs and wrapped around him. Panic started to rush through him, but she simply stroked him. It wasn't long before he came again, spilling himself over her stomach.
"You're a fool," Kyoko whispered to him and pulled him down to her. He shifted down so he was face to face. He hugged her damp naked body to him and laughed.
"I know." He kissed her lightly. "I always do stupid things when it comes to you." She smiled and laughed in effect making him laugh.