Here you go.
I'll Make You Burn
Sakamoto kissed her brow gently, pulling back to undo the buttons of his shirt. There was no frantic rushing, no tearing of fabric. Every second slipped by in slow motion as she watched him undress, baring himself to her wandering eyes.
That was where he paused, looking at her for a brief moment before smiling. Winding an arm under the arch in her back, he pulled her up, twisting them both around until his back was against the cushions, and she was lying on top of him. "You set the pace. I don't want this to be… too hurried."
Maki blushed, never having considered the option. When she fought she was in complete control, and all of her anxiety melted away, but this… She clenched her eyes shut, feeling lost.
Julietta rested a reassuring hand on her elbow. "It's alright. Take your time."
"I… I don't know what to do," she admitted, embarrassed.
"Nothing you do could be anything less than perfect," he soothed, brushing his fingers along her arm and taking hold of her wrist. Gently he drew her hand to his chest, resting it over his heart. "Do you feel that? How wildly it beats for you?"
Her blush spread, reaching down to brush the top of her chest as she hesitated, staring down at him. His hair fell away from his face, surrounding his head like a dark, tousled halo. He was even more handsome without the obstruction.
Maki traced his jaw with her fingers, watching as he closed his eyes and a peaceful expression overcame him. Lower her hand slid, down his neck and over firm pectorals. Her thumb traced the dips in his abdomen, skirting gently around his navel and to the seam of his slacks. She gripped his thigh, recalling how strong he was.
His physique was impressive, and while she had fought many men of similar stature, she'd never quite reacted this way to anyone before. Heat pooled in her groin, and she tilted her hips reflexively, gasping when she brushed against him. She did it again, slowly, experimentally, moaning when the heat blossomed outward, intensifying. Maki pressed harder, never having felt anything so good. He lay motionless beneath her, but she could see the pinching of his brow, the hitch in his breath. Strangely, the pleasurable sensation made her breasts ache, feeling heavy and constricted within the binding of her bra. She took his hand, which had been gripping the couch quite fiercely by that point, and pulled it between them, pressing one into his palm.
Sakamoto's eyes flew open, her name leaving him in a ragged moan. He massaged the supple flesh in his grip, delighting in the way it made her shiver.
It felt so good, but she wanted more. Reaching behind her, Maki undid the clasp of her bra and slid it from her shoulders, blushing when she felt his hips jerk a little. His eyes were on her, and she trembled when he drew the tips of his thumbs across the hardened peaks of her breasts.
"Perfect," he whispered reverently, and she gave a strangled groan when he sat up and sucked one pink nipple into his mouth.
His tongue was so hot on her skin, dragging roughly against the sensitive tip. She shivered in his grip, suddenly feeling quite chilled, needing the heat of his body. She lowered herself atop him, cradling his head as he continued to worship her flesh. Squirming, she inadvertently pressed her knee between his thighs, making him groan. The sound was thrilling, giving her a feeling of power, and she did it again, grinding her leg against the distinct hardness between his.
Maki blushed when she felt the first traces of wetness begin to seep forth, the ache inside of her growing stronger. When she glanced uncertainly at Julietta he seemed to understand her need, pushing her gently up and helping her stand. His hands settled on her hips and he gazed at her, asking her permission. She felt her breath hitch, and with shaking fingers she undid the button of her jeans, catching her lip between her teeth as he slowly shucked them down her legs. Now she stood completely bare before him, but he didn't give her a chance to be embarrassed. Turning them both, he maneuvered her back onto the couch, and knelt on the floor in front of her. Realising what he intended when his fingers slid up the length of her thighs, she turned her head and closed her eyes, unable to meet his hungry gaze.
Sakamoto gently pulled her knees apart, slipping between them and hooking her legs up onto his shoulders. He gave a shuddering breath at the sight of her, the mere notion of being this close to the most sacred part of her making his head reel. He leaned forward to sample her, his tongue tracing the glistening seam of her sex.
She gasped, blue eyes flying open as he teased her entrance. When the languid draw of his tongue ended she could have groaned despairingly, but the sound became lodged in her throat when he began anew, applying more pressure than before. His mouth was doing things to her that made her want to cry, the pleasure so new and intense that her muscles began to spasm. She tried gripping the couch, but soon that wasn't enough, and she wound her hands into his hair, trying to pull him closer, afraid he might stop.
Julietta reached down to unfasten his slacks, needed to free his throbbing erection. She was perfect - as he always knew she would be - the flavor of her desire purer than anything he'd ever tasted. When she gripped his hair and began muttering his name in broken pants he could tell she was nearing, and he wanted this for her, wanted to bring her to euphoria for the first time with only his mouth.
Maki writhed, but her lover's strong hands kept her in place, and she felt an unspeakable pleasure swelling within her, so strong it was driving her mad. Something had to happen soon, she didn't know how much more of this she could bear. She tensed, toes curling and teeth clenching as it built… and then she came undone.
It was like flying… better than flying. Like she had surpassed every mortal limitation and the universe was opening up in front of her. Sensation unlike anything she'd ever known, a feeling of utter perfection and peace streaming through her as she shook in his arms.
Julietta held her as she came down from her high, watching her body succumb to a tremulous state of languid bliss. Her bangs were damp, clinging to her brow as she stared up at him. At that moment he needed her more than anything else, more than the air in his lungs, more than the food in his stomach, he needed to be inside of her.
Standing, he bent and slid his hands around her back and behind her knees, lifting her to his chest as he maneuvered them to the bedroom. Carefully he laid her on the sheets, pushing the coverlet onto the floor. He stepped back, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty, and pushed his pants from his hips.
Maki couldn't stop herself from staring if she'd tried. This wasn't the first time he'd been exposed to her, but it was different, whole worlds apart. She wasn't afraid, and her body throbbed with a readiness that surprised her.
"Are you sure?" he asked, giving her another chance to back out if she wasn't certain.
She pried her eyes away from his impressive physique, meeting his gaze as she nodded firmly. She could see the relief in his expression, see some of the rigidity melt from his posture. When he crawled overtop of her, she could see him trembling.
The first touch startled her a bit, the feeling quite different than his mouth. She glanced between them, watching with a flustered curiosity as he aligned himself, pushing quite slowly at first. When he began to thrust shallowly it made her ache inside, the need to feel him deeper making her arch upward.
Julietta watched her closely, seeing her respond in kind and knowing she was ready. Bending, he touched his brow to hers and whispered a soft apology. With a quick jerk of his hips he was inside of her, his entire body stiffening at the feel of it. She was so wet, but still impossibly tight, her untried body clenching around him like a fist.
Tensing, she warpped her arms around his shoulders, holding him still as the pain speared through her middle. It was possibly the worst feeling she'd ever experienced, and she'd had more than her fair share of scrapes and bruises to compare it to. But it lessened with every passing minute, and the lack of friction became maddening. She loosened her grip on him, tilting experimentally. It still hurt, but the unpleasant sensation was paired with the pleasure from before, only this time it was better, stronger. The feeling blossomed from deep within her, spiralling outward as they began to move together.
He shook, forcing himself to go slowly, ignoring the desire to quicken his pace. She was so strong, his lovely fighter, pushing past the pain to seek the same dizzying high she'd only just come down from. Her movements grew bolder, more certain, and soon she was wrapping her legs around his hips, urging him to go faster.
He followed her cues, rewarded with the sweet sound of her breathy moan. It was the most perfect thing he'd ever heard, and when she pressed her mouth against his neck, teeth catching his skin as she tried to muffle the sounds, he nearly lost himself. Pausing for a moment to regain his composure, Julietta tilted her face, catching her lips with his own and coaxing her into a kiss.
He knew he wouldn't last long, the anticipation of this moment having pushed him so very close to the edge, teetering on the precipice of pleasure. Reaching between them he found her slick bundle of nerves, rubbing maddening circles over it until she was literally shaking beneath him, her muscles starting to spasm at the overload of sensations.
Maki gasped, her body on fire. His thrusts grew quicker, more frantic, hips jerking into the cradle of her thighs. She felt so wonderfully full, so complete like this, rocking against his movements to create a friction that made it all the more delightful.
Suddenly something changed, and his back was arching, teeth clenched tightly as he closed his eyes. His hand reached around back of her and splayed against her tailbone, pulling her closer as he tensed and shook, groaning her name. She felt him throbbing inside of her, felt something warm filling her up. He continued to move, rolling against her in long, slow motions, until she felt herself building again. It didn't take long for her to reach her second climax, and she gripped him tightly, biting her lip as ecstasy claimed her.
Unable to keep his weight off of her but still not ready to part, Sakamoto rolled to the side, taking her with him. He draped an arm loosely over her middle, relishing this moment of intimate closeness between them.
Physically exhausted, Maki could do nothing but rest her head on his chest, smiling when she felt his heartbeat against her cheek. It felt… good… to trust someone again, liberating. It might have been a small step, but it was a step in the right direction, and truth be told she was looking forward to the rest of her journey.
The long awaited lemon. I wanted to make this a little more romantic, a little less graphic… hope I portrayed it right. I'm such a pervert sometimes it's hard for me to tell…
