Misaki wasn't sure when it happened, but at some point, her cardigan had been removed and throw somewhere over Usui's shoulder. She didn't notice its absence until she felt his hands raking up her forearms. But she found she didn't mind the chill in the room without it. Rather, she reveled in the warmth of his skin where her sleeves had been before. It was at that moment, she came to realize how comfortable she had become with this man's touch, something she had previously thought impossible. "Comfortablitily" and "Man" were two words she had never thought she could relate to one another. After all, the entire point of her struggles up to this point was to patch up the holes in her family her father had left behind.
Usui could tell her mind had wandered off, probably spiraling down a rabbit hole she had created herself. To pull her back to the here and now, he slowly slid his hand beneath the hem of her shirt, gliding it over the skin of her hips, up over the curve of her waist, fingers dancing across her ribs like a pianist playing his favorite tune. To punctuate the sudden and brazen motion, he nudged her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, both asserting his wants and asking her permission at once. Misaki gasped into the kiss upon snapping back to reality, passively admitting his tongue past her lips. He took no time in exploring the newfound territory, tasting every inch of her he could in that moment.
After what could have been a couple of milliseconds or two hours, he pulled away to look into Misaki's eyes. A blush tinted her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were wide and staring. Lips gasping for oxygen at her lungs' insistence. He looked no more put together, a blush gracing his cheeks as well, chest heaving in her absence. Now that oxygen was returning to his brain, the love induced fog cleared. He pulled his hand out from under her shirt and sat up the kneel between her legs. "I'm sorry, Misa. I'm not sure what came over me." He avoided her gaze and tried to ignore the sounds of her tiny gasps that practically begged him to steal the air from her chest once more. "Let me help you up and we can go get dinner if you'd like." He began to retreat from the bed, but before he could get anywhere, Misaki sat up and grabbed his arm.
"No." She whispered. Fingers tight around his wrist.
"No?" He parrotted.
"I don't-" The blush on her face grew. "I'm okay if we stay like this. I want to stay like this. Please." The last word held a yearning she couldn't understand, but Usui picked up on it naturally, pulling his wrist from her grasp and guiding her back down onto the bed. His body hovered over hers, not touching, but still, she could feel his heat emanating towards her.
"Misaki, look at me." He commanded. Her gaze darted around the room, focusing on anything but him at first until she finally peeked at him from under her eyelashes. "Are you sure about this?"
"I've never done anything like this before, and I'm scared." She responded before her tone turned to a murmur and she let her eyes fall from his once more. "But, if it's you- I want to be with you." She grabbed his wrist once more, but this time it was not to stop him from leaving, but to return his palm to its original place at her ribs. "I know I'm clumsy and not very girlish, but I want to be touched by you more."
She was barely finished with her statement when his lips crashed against hers again. His fingers tensed against her skin to pull her closer to him. He gave her another kiss before sitting up once more to pull his tie from his neck. He reached for the hem of her shirt, this time tugging on it lightly in a silent request. Misaki's blush intensified before she leaned up slightly to aid him in removing it. He had seen her in swimwear before. Hell, he had given her a hickey in swimwear before. But something about the intimacy of seeing his eyes rove over her bra clad chest was too much for her. She let out a huff in embarrassment and pulled herself closer to his chest to block his prying eyes. Usui chuckled lightly and toyed with the clasp of her bra before popping it open with a "Ta-da!"
Misaki squealed at the sudden looseness on her chest. She was terrified to let go of him in fear of him seeing her fully. But Usui didn't seem to mind. While she took her time, he simply traced the muscles of her back soothingly and buried his face in her hair. His unhurried motions were enough to calm the girl in his arms, and before he knew it, she was grasping at the buttons of his shirt clumsily. He allowed one of his hands to trail from her back to her shoulder and up her arm to her hands to still them before taking their place and removing his shirt for her.
In the time it took for him to do that, Misaki slid the rest of her bra off of her body and laid back down onto the bed. She folded her arms tightly over her chest and screwed her eyes shut in embarrassment, which only made Usui find her even more adorable than normal. He lowered himself to hover over her once more and gently pried her arms from her chest before melding his torso with hers.
A gasp left Misaki's lips at the skin to skin contact and Usui couldn't help but plunge his tongue into her mouth once more. His hands began their ascent from her waist to her ribs once again, but he didn't stop as he had before. Instead, he allowed his palm to cover her breast. Her nipple tightened at the contact and another gasp escaped her lips only to be swallowed by his own. He moved his hand again, experimenting with her body to find which motion would make her produce those beautiful sounds. He settled on lightly kneading her breast with his fingers while pinching and pulling at her nipple with his knuckles in between each squeeze.
Eventually, this wasn't enough to satisfy him and he left her lips to travel down her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses and nips down her neck and collarbone until his lips met with the peak of her breast. He let his breath fan over her and watched as she shuddered and goosebumps formed across her skin. She squirmed when he did it the second time, clearly aching for more. When he went to do it the third time, she had had enough and roughly arched her back to force his lips to meet her skin. She could feel his grin against her, and she huffed when he chuckled and finally let his tongue meet her flesh.
It was like a live wire had touched her. The feel of his warm mouth wrapped around her breast sent her head back and her back arched even more than before. But what surprised both him and her the most was the breathy moan that escaped her throat. It was exactly what he had wanted to hear, and now that he had heard it once, he never wanted it to stop.
He latched onto her nipple with his teeth and grasped at her other breast with his hand, massaging it as he had before. He continued to lavish her skin with his hands, tongue, and teeth while his other hand roved down her body to the waistband of her checkered capris. He fingered with the button, and when he realized she was too wrapped up in his ministrations above to even notice, he unfasted them and let his hand find her hip beneath.
The sudden feeling of his hand against her previously covered skin brought her back from the void of pleasure her mind had found itself. She tensed up against him. "Usui..."
Usui's fingers drew patterns at the hem of her underwear, teasing the skin and knowingly torturing Misaki. "Hm?" He responded , as if this were completely normal.
"I haven't ever-" She started. "I don't know what to do."
He chuckled and pulled his lips away from her breast to settle them at her ear as he whispered, "Haven't ever what, Misa?" He could feel her blush deepen against his cheek, but she remained silent. "Haven't ever had sex? We both already knew that."
"No. I've never felt pleasure like this."
Usui shot up to look into her eyes. He knew she had never allowed a person to lay hands on her, but given her age, he had been positive she had at least given herself one orgasm before. "You've never-?" He let the question remain unfinished.
"I never knew how and never really had the time." She responded in a hushed tone, eyes downcast.
"That's okay, Misaki. Let me take care of you. You don't have to do anything." Usui punctuated his statement with a kiss as he delved his fingers beneath the hem of her underwear. He was surprised when Misaki didn't protest but took the opportunity none-the-less. He was even more surprised still when his hands were met with soft curls, damp with her arousal. So this was how much he affected her.
Misaki's hips bucked unconsciously against his palm, either to push him away or pull him closer to her core, she couldn't tell. But with her movement, his finger slid between her folds and against her entrance.
Usui couldn't hold back the moan that surfaced upon feeling her arousal. He had never known how aware of him she was. But with this newfound knowledge, his confidence only grew. With his free hand, he pulled the rest of her clothes away from her body to gain better access to her center. He allowed his fingers to roam through her folds like rifling through the pages of a book. When he felt like he knew absolutely everything he needed to about her, he glided his middle finger into her entrance.
The entire time, Misaki had been letting loose little pants and small moans, but upon his intrusion, a high-pitched shriek left her lips. At first, he was worried he had hurt her, and he began to pull his finger back until he heard her chanting his name under her breath. "Usui. Usui. Usui."
"He leaned up to place his lips against the shell of her ear. "If you're going to say my name, at least say my first name. Better yet, scream it for me." He pulled back to get a better angle and plunged his finger back into her, curving it slightly to rub against her front wall. And scream she did, for somewhere along his path, he had hit a spot that made her see flashing lights behind her eyelids.
He didn't stop that time as he had before, slowly pulling his finger out only to plunge it back in as before, hitting that spot on every inward motion. When he felt her tightening around his digit, he paused. "Do you want this to be your first orgasm, Misaki? Or would you rather something else?"
She didn't understand the question at first, until she felt him pulse his hips against her thigh, cluing her into the large bulge he had been sporting behind his pants for quite some time. She knew she would never be able to say it, so instead, she reached up and pulled at the button of his pants. He took the hint rather easily and stepped back from his position on the bed to pull the rest of his clothing off. Before returning, he pulled a small foil package from his wallet, ripped it open, and slid the condom onto himself.
He didn't immediately crawl back over her to return to his position, but instead kissed him way up her thigh to her hip, past her stomach and her breast to reach her lips and he slowly sunk himself into her core.