Dark Kingdom 62
"Red hearts, huh?", Mamoru's voice sounded amused. Usagi winced, but didn't dare look up. She could feel the heat rising in your face, her cheeks positively glowing. How had he been able to tell the color of her underwear from there? Had she seriously, clumsy as she was, spread her legs so wide? Usagi heard him start to move. She did not look in his direction. Much more interesting at that moment seemed a small crumb on the coffee table in front of her. So not everything here was spotlessly clean after all. Mamoru was probably not that perfect and accurate after all. Maybe it was a leftover from lunch? Maybe a small grain of rice. Or a... Usagi held her breath as she felt Mamoru's hands on her shoulders. When had he walked past her? She could hardly move. Her hands somehow clung to the smooth soft leather of the sofa's seat. Mamoru's lips touched her neck, fingertips stroking along her arms to her belly. Usagi leaned back and enjoyed his soft kisses. She had to admit that she had missed this closeness. His smell and the warmth his strong body radiated. As if through a veil that made everything slightly blurry, she registered Mamoru's hands moving to her thighs, gently pushing them apart. Usagi seemed to have no more control over her body. She allowed Mamoru to pull up her skirt, which was already far too short. Only when she felt his fingers between her legs did she realize what he was about to do. And yet she didn't deny him what he was doing. Neither that his hand slid into her panties or that his fingers lay on her middle. She gasped in shock as he began to massage her in circular motions. "Don't.", Usagi moaned, but as if in mockery, opened her legs a bit more. The feeling was just too good. "Diamond..." she gasped. "He's coming soon." She bit her lower lip. How was he doing this? Again, she felt like she was going to burst into flames at any moment.
"You too.", Mamoru breathed into her ear, kissing the sensitive skin of her neck again, even biting into it lightly. Usagi closed her eyes, focusing only on Mamoru's fingers and what he was doing with them. Was doing to her. They should stop. Damn it, Diamond was only a door away. And no human could shower that long. "He'll see.", she pressed out. "All the better." Usagi held her breath. Was this intentional? Mamoru knew as well as she did that they could have an unwanted observer at any moment. Though she wasn't even sure if he would be so unwanted by Mamoru as well. Had he planned this? Was this just some kind of game for him? A proof of who she belonged to? That was crazy, after all. She should put a stop to this immediately. She should push Mamoru's hand away and ask him if he was still completely in control of his senses. But how was she supposed to do that? Now of all times. When she was about to experience that feeling again. No matter what Mamoru did, he seemed to be a true master at it. Would he even let it stop him? And wasn't Usagi way too far past the point of being able to stop now? It was too late. No matter what would happen now. No matter if the whole world went up in flames around them. It was too good for that. She didn't want to end it abruptly for that. On the contrary. She even still bent her legs, propped her bare feet on the couch and held her knees so that her thighs were spread so wide, a possible observer really could have seen everything. And yet she didn't care. Only the now mattered. Only Mamoru sinking a finger inside her. Who drove her to the edge of madness. Who hid her loud moans with a kiss and who smiled contentedly when she finally reared up and came trembling to climax under his hands.