Author's Note: WARNING! This chapter is not for anyone under 17 please read with caution. Consider yourself warned.
Kakashi's Cinderella
Chapter 27:
Riko had been kissed before-she had been kissed by Kakashi before-but nothing, that a single moment of a single kiss, prepared her for this.
It wasn't a kiss. It was heaven.
He kissed her with an intensity she could barely comprehend, his lips teasing hers, stroking, nibbling, caressing. He stoked a fire within her, a desire to be loved, a need to love in return. And God help her, when he kissed her, all she wanted to do was him back.
She heard him murmuring her name, but it barely registered over the roaring in her ears. This was desire. This was need. How foolish of her ever to think that she could deny this. How self-important to think that she could be stronger than passion.
"Riko, Riko," he said, over and over, his lips on her cheek, her neck, her ear. He said her name so many times it seemed to soak into her skin.
She felt his hands on the buttons of her dress, could feel the fabric loosening as each slipped through its buttonhole. This was everything she'd always sworn she would never do, and yet when her top tumbled to her waist, leaving her shamelessly exposed, she groaned his name and arched her back, offering herself to him like some sort of forbidden fruit.
Kakashi stopped breathing when he saw her. He'd pictured this moment in his mind so many times-every night as he lay in bed, and in every dream when he actually slept. But this-reality-was far sweeter than a dream, and far more erotic.
His hand, which had been stroking the warm skin on her back, slowly slid over her rib cage. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, knowing that the words were hopelessly inadequate. As if mere words could describe what he felt. And then, when his trembling fingers finished their journey and cupped her breast, he let out a shuddering groan. Words were impossible now. His need for her was so intense, so primitive. It robbed him the ability to speak. Hell he could barely think.
He wasn't certain how this woman had come to mean so much to him. It seemed that one day she was a stranger and the next she was as indispensable as air. And yet it hadn't happened in a blinding flash. It had been a slow, sneaky process, quietly coloring his emotions until he realized that without her, his life lacked all meaning.
He touched her chin, lifting her face until he could peer into her eyes. They seemed to glow from within, glistening with unshed tears. Her lips were trembling, too, and he knew that she was as affected by the moment as he.
He leaned forward… slowly, slowly. He wanted to give her the chance to say no. It would kill him if she did, but it would be far worse to listen to her regrets in the proverbial morning.
But she didn't say no, and when he was but a few inches away, her eyes closed and her head titled slightly to the side, silently inviting him to kiss her.
It was remarkable, but every time he kissed her, her lips seemed to grow sweeter, her scent more beguiling. And his need grew, too. His blood was racing with desire, and it was taking his every last shred of restraint not to push her back onto his soft mattress and tear her clothes from her body.
That would come later, he thought with a secret smile. But this- surely her first time- would be slow and tender and everything a young girl dreamed.
Well, maybe not. His smile turned into an outright grin. Half the things he was going to do to her, she wouldn't have even thought to dream about.
"What are smiling about?" she asked.
He drew back a few inches, cupping her face with both hands. "How did you know I was smiling?"
"I could feel it on my lips."
He brought a finger to those lips, tracing the outline, then running the edge of his fingernail along the plump skin. "You make me smile," he whispered. "When you don't make me want to scream, you make me smile."
Her lips trembled, and her breath was hot and moist against his finger. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, rubbing one finger against his lips in much the same way he done with hers. But as he watched her eyes widen, he dipped her finger into mouth, softly sucking at the fingertip, tickling her skin with his teeth and tongue.
She gasped, and the sound was sweet and erotic at the same time.
There were a thousand things Kakashi wanted to ask her-How did she feel? What did she feel? But he was so damned afraid that she'd change her mind if he gave her the opportunity to put any of her thoughts into words. And so instead of questions, he gave her kisses, returning his lips to her in a searing, barely controlled dance of desire.
He murmured her name like a prayer as he lowered her to the bed. "I want you," he groaned. "You have no idea. No idea."
Her only response was a soft mewling sound that came from deep in her throat. For some reason that was like oil on the fire within him, and his fingers clutched at her even tighter, pressing into her skin, as his ips traveled down the swanlike column of her throat.
He moved lower, lower, burning a hot trail on her skin. She was completely beneath him now, her eyes glazed with desire, and it was so much better than any of her dreams.
And oh, how he'd dreamed of her.
With a low, possessive growl, Kakashi took her nipple into his mouth. She let out a soft squeal, and he was unable to suppress his own low rumble of satisfaction. "Shh," he crooned, "just let me-"
"But-"
He pressed one of his fingers against her lips, probably a little too roughly, but it was getting harder and harder to control his movements. "Don't think," he murmured. "Just lay back and let me pleasure you."
She looked dubious, but when he moved his mouth to her other breast and renewed his sensual onslaught, her eyes grew dazed, her lips parted, and her head lolled back against the pillow.
"Do you like this?" He whispered.
Riko couldn't quite manage to open her eyes, but she nodded.
"Do you like this?" His tongue continued to move, while he nibbled the sensitive skin over her rib cage.
Her breath shallow and fast, she nodded again.
"What about this?" he pushed her dress further down nibbling a trail along her skin until he reached her navel.
This time Riko couldn't even manage a nod. Dear God she was practically naked before him, and all she could do was moan and sigh and beg for more.
"I need you," she panted.
His words were murmured into the soft skin of her abdomen. "I know."
She wanted desperately to feel his skin, and she grabbed at the linen shirt, bunching it in her hands until it came loose of his breeches. She touched him, skimming her hands along his lower back, surprised and delighted when his muscles quivered beneath her fingers.
"Ay, Riko," he grunted, shuddering as her hands slipped under his shirt to caress his skin.
His reaction emboldened her, and she stroked him more, moving up until she reached his shoulders, broad and firmly muscled.
He groaned again, then cursed under his breath as he lifted himself off her. "Damn thing is in the way," he muttered, tearing the shirt off and flinging it across the room. Riko had just an instant to stare at his bare chest before he was atop her again, and this time they were skin against skin.
It was the most glorious feeling she could ever imagine. He was so warm, and even though his muscles were hard and powerful, his skin was seductively soft. He even smelled good, a warm masculine mixture of sandalwood and soap.
Riko touched her fingers to his hair as he moved to nuzzle her neck. It was thick and springy, and it tickled her chin as he tickled her neck. "Oh Kakashi," she sighed. "This is so perfect. I can't imagine anything better."
He looked up, his mismatched eyes as wicked as his smile. "I can."
She felt her lips part and knew she must look terribly foolish , just lying there staring at him like an idiot.
Riko watched with openmouthed delight as he tossed her shoes over his head.
He pulled away a few inches and cupped one cheek with his large hand. "If you want me to stop," he said, his voice achingly hoarse, "you need to tell me now. Not in ten minutes, not even in one. It has to be now."
Touched that he would even take the time to ask, she reached up and cupped his cheek in the same way he held hers. But when she opened her mouth to speak, the only word she could mange was, "Please."
His eyes flared with need, and then, as if something snapped within him, he change in an instant. Gone was the gentle, languorous lover. In his place was a man gripped by desire. His hands touched everywhere. And before Riko knew it her dress was gone, on the floor.
The bed was narrow, but that didn't matter as Kakashi yanked off his sandals and pants. He perched alongside her as his sandals went flying, unable to stop touching her.
He'd thought he'd wanted a woman before. He'd thought he'd need one. But this-this went beyond both. This was spiritual. This was in his soul.
This was her first time. It had to be perfect. Or if not perfect, than damn good.
He snaked a hand between them and touched her. She was ready- more than ready for him.
