Chapter Thirty Three
Kana
Takashi's fingers were deep inside me. With his other arm, he held me tightly to his chest, his grey eyes locked to mine. One of my legs was flung over his, granting him access. The sheets were bunched at our feet, tossed aside once the heat from our bodies became too much. The warmth from his skin was almost too much to bear. Still, he seemed intent on keeping me close.
Despite my successfully keeping the maid at bay, Honey had almost immediately retreated to the study once we had gotten inside my house. He had given Takashi a knowing look before making an escape.
Did he know?
Of course, Honey knew everything about his cousin. The thought didn't disturb me as much as I thought it would. In fact, knowing that he was in the next room was quite… Exhilarating.
What had come over me?
My thoughts were interrupted as Takashi's mouth captured mine. I felt his lips part and his tongue press gently against my own lips. I parted with a soft sigh, a shiver running down to my toes as his tongue ran over the roof of my mouth.
I wasn't sure which one of us had initiated this encounter. All I knew was that as soon as my bedroom door had closed I found myself nearly tearing his shirt off, wanting nothing more than to feel his muscular frame surrounding me. I craved his strength, his scent. The need was more than anything I could comprehend. He had been more than willing to comply. He had effortlessly undressed me and covered my skin with needy kisses, our clothes left in a pile on the floor.
He wasn't one for words, but I knew he felt the same. I had learned to read Takashi over the weeks we'd known each other. I knew that the gentle touches, the smiles, and all the simple gestures held a deeper meaning than the rest of the men's flirtations. Yet I didn't know if his feelings were purely physical or something deeper.
I didn't care, not now anyway.
My hand trailed down his chest and stomach, and came to his hard shaft. My fingers grazed the tip, already slick with precum.
"Mm-mm." He mumbled, pulling out of our kiss. I felt his fingers slide out of me, leaving me feeling strangely hollow. His fingers circled my wrist and pulled my hand back to his chest, leaving evidence of my own desire on my skin.
"Why?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.
"This is for you." Takashi gave me an almost devilish smile. He resumed his ministrations, his eyes once more locking to mine. "I like making you come."
"You're good at it." I gasped. My hips bucked into his hand involuntarily as his thumb circled my clit. His mouth dropped to my neck and trailed to my collarbone, gently nibbling and sucking at my skin. I almost didn't recognize the sounds of my own moaning as the pressure built inside of me. I bit my lip in an attempt to quiet myself, knowing we weren't alone.
"Let go, Kanami." Takahi mumbled against my shoulder.
"But Honey-senpai-"
"He'd enjoy hearing you."
God, why was that my undoing? Takashi's thumb pressed into my clit as his fingers found my sweet spot. I felt myself clench around him. His eyes quickly snapped up to mine as I cried out, unable to resist as the sensations grew far too much for me to contain. I bucked shamelessly against him, my thighs shaking as I rode out my orgasm. He moved with me, his motions slowing along with my own.
I kissed him, not quite ready to let the night be over. My hands brushed through his hair and over his shoulders. No words were needed between us, he knew what I was after. He grabbed my hips, moving so that I was on top of him, straddling his waist. I could feel his erection pressed against me.
"Do you like me on top, Takashi?" I suddenly felt shy. "You'll have to guide me."
Takashi gave me a reassuring smile. He effortlessly tugged me up to my knees and positioned himself at my entrance. I gripped his wrists, steadying myself as I slowly impaled myself on him. Our natural lubrication made the action almost easy, despite his length. Still, the sudden fullness was almost overwhelming. I paused for a moment, letting myself to adjust to him.
Takashi looked up at me with hooded eyes. His gaze traveled over my body as though he were looking at me for the first time. His tongue ran over his lips. "Gorgeous."
"Takashi…" The heat rose to my face. I rocked my hips tentatively and was rewarded with a low groan. I couldn't stop myself from grinning. There was something strangely empowering knowing that I could bring my protector this kind of pleasure. I teasingly grinded against him, gyrating my hips until I felt him brushing against the spots I craved the most.
My teasing didn't go unnoticed. Takashi's eyes glinted in understanding. His hands snaked up to my breasts, squeezing them beneath his large palms. He pinched my nipples lightly, adding to the growing pleasure that was already blooming inside of me once again. He allowed me a few more moments of teasing him before he thrusted his hips against me, urging me on.
The motion was unfamiliar to me. "Show me." I whispered, silently cursing my own inexperience.
Takashi nodded. His hands returned to my hips. I braced my hands against his chest as he began thrusting into me almost painfully slowly. I fell into rhythm with him, urging him to move faster. His grip tightened, not quite allowing me to increase the pace. Rather, his strength held me in place as he moved, pushing deep inside of me with each movement.
He kept his grip firm, yet not firm enough to leave marks on my skin. He moved my body with his with ease. I felt like a marionette, moving only how my puppermaster wished. I loved it. Takashi made me feel small, almost delicate. I knew he was more than strong enough to completely overpower me, yet he treated me ever so gently.
Until he let his desires take over, that was.
My nails dug into his chest as his pace steadily quickened. I moaned in encouragement. The muscles in my legs grew pleasantly warm at the increase in speed, only adding to the heat between us. Takashi's gaze flicked from my face and down to my swaying breasts. He adjusted my position slightly, angling me so that my clitorus was grinding against him. The sensation was almost too much for my already overstimulated body.
I cried out as the pressure threatened to overtake me again. I collapsed against his chest, my hair falling around us in a sweaty mess. I desperately bit down into his shoulder in an attempt to contain my increasing volume.
"Kanami. Don't hide from me." Takashi's breath was hot in my ear. I could hear his soft grunts echoing the sound of our bodies slapping together.
I propped myself up on my forearms, despite my body's protests. Takashi's face was flushed. His movements grew more erratic, more needy. He pushed impossibly deep inside me. My body trembled as I clenched around him, the look in his eyes pushing me over the edge. I couldn't stop myself from crying his name.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him as he came inside of me. I could feel him pulsing inside of me as the heat spread between my legs.
We stayed like that for a moment before I slowly rolled off him, feeling his sticky release on my thighs. I laid beside him, shoulder-to-shoulder, our arms barely touching. I turned my head and watched the shallow rise and fall of his breath. I felt wonderfully exhausted.
"I'm sorry." I gestured to the fading bite mark on his shoulder.
He laced his fingers through mine and brought my fingers to his lips. "You can't hurt me."
"I'll train until I can." I winked playfully. "Not that I want to hurt you, Takashi. You're too good to me."
"Not really."
"You are. I feel safe with you." I stared up at the ceiling. "You didn't have to start walking me to class or carry my bag or help me with my Japanese. I just hope that this makes you feel as amazing as it makes me feel."
"It does. You interest me, Kanami." I could hear the smile in Takashi's voice.
"You interest me." I whispered.
There was a small knock on my bedroom door. I felt the color drain from my face as I remembered.
Honey.
He had surely heard everything. In the moment I hadn't really cared, or grasped the situation. What had gotten into me?
"Kana-chan, do you have any candy?" Honey's question was laced with giggles. He knew.
"In the cabinet somewhere. Um. Feel free to look." I shot Takashi a worried glance. He didn't seem phased. "Does this happen often?" I hissed.
"Hm? Does it bother you?" His voice was concerned.
"It makes me feel a bit shy, but…" I bit my lip. "He likes it, you said?"
Takashi nodded.
"Is it weird that I'm not sure that I minded him listening?" I sat up and unsteadily got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom for towels.
"No." Before I could get too far, Takashi had gotten up and started tugging his clothes back on.
"Don't you want to clean up?" I asked.
"Later." He gave me a small wink and left the bedroom once he was clothed.
I quickly toweled myself off, trying to remove the traces of sweat and fluids from my skin. I tossed on a pair of sweatpants and a loose top before heading to the kitchen.
Honey's eyes glinted mischievously at my appearance. "I found all your chocolate Kana-chan!"
"I keep up on the top shelf so I can't reach it easy." I crossed my arms over my chest out of slight embarrassment.
Before I could react, Honey had pressed his lips to my cheek, giving me a brief, sticky sweet kiss. "You're so cute Kana-chan!"
"Honey-senpai-"
He dropped his chin, speaking just loud enough for me to hear. "I enjoyed it. Thank you. Was that too strange for you?"
"It's something I might get used to."
