Wind of Destiny: Converging
Red Thread – Chapter Four
***WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED***
Hawks lifted Misaki's leg as he stepped toward her and she fell back against the bed, her hands flopping back to lay against the mattress next to her head. She bit her lip seductively, staring up at him from behind hooded lids as he leaned over her. He dropped a knee to the edge of the bed next to her hip, trailing his hand up her other thigh before slipping it underneath her dress. His fingers curled around the edge of her barely-there black lace panties and she lifted her hips a bit to allow him to slide them off of her. He guided her other leg to the side, and she bent her knee as he dragged the slip of cloth over her slender legs to fall onto the floor next to the bed.
He reached out to grasp her hips and she let out a shocked gasp when he suddenly pushed her a little further up the surface of the bed. She squirmed uncomfortably when the unforgiving velvet dress pulled at her bust and she reached up to grip the edge of it and shimmy it back up. While she was distracted, Hawks lifted and parted her legs, and she glanced down just in time to see him kneel down on the floor between them. She felt her breath hitch as he shot her a lascivious glance before leaning in.
Her spine bowed and she arched up off of the bed, gasping loudly and tossing her head to the side before letting out a deep, guttural moan when she felt his hot tongue suddenly slip through her folds. She gasped in a breath and tightly clutched the coverlet next to her head, shuddering and panting as he steadily licked and sucked at her thrumming clit. After all the buildup from the elevator ride, it didn't take long before she was crying out her release to the bedroom walls.
Misaki's chest rose and fell with quick, panting breaths. She trembled with every languid flick of his tongue against her over sensitized bud as he gently let her down from her peak. He let her legs drop over the edge of the bed as he moved up to lean over her, reaching out to interlock his fingers with hers and pull her up against him. His arm wrapped securely around her waist to steady her as he drew them up into a standing position at the foot of the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his chest as she attempted to catch her breath. She shivered and sighed when his hand began trailing up the sensitive length of her back toward the top of her dress.
He made quick work of unclasping the top hook and dragging the thin hidden zipper down her back. The tight, black velvet fabric parted with every snick of the teeth, folding open to reveal the bare expanse of her pale back. She inhaled deeply as her breasts were finally freed from the confining material, and she felt it fall down and catch at her hips. His hand traced down her side, swathing a trail of fire over her skin that had her gasping and biting her lip against the moan bubbling up from deep in her chest. His fingers delved in between her skin and the bunched dress, guiding it the rest of the way over her hips to fall into a dark puddle at her feet.
Misaki slid her arms from around Hawks's neck, finally catching her breath enough to steady herself on her feet. He'd already removed his suit jacket earlier when he'd attacked her in the entryway, leaving her to deal with his white, button down dress shirt. She tilted her head up and softly pressed her lips to his and swiftly went to work on the buttons of his shirt. She opened her mouth to him when he licked at her lips, tilting her head to the side, and allowing his tongue into her mouth to entwine with hers. His hands rose to gently caress her breasts and she elected to forego the buttons for a moment, dropping her hands to his belt and hastily pulling it free of the buckle. She flipped the button of his pants through the loop and slid the zipper down before tugging his shirt free and making quick work of the rest of the buttons.
Pulling her lips away from his, she leaned in to flick the tip of her tongue up the side of his neck, sucking a bit of his skin into her mouth for a moment as she guided his shirt back over his shoulders and wings. His soft moan sounded next to her ear and she shivered, rising up onto the balls of her feet and dragging her teeth over the edge of his earlobe. As she expected, his hands immediately dropped to grip her behind and he hauled her up against him. Her back hit the mattress a second later and her lips were captured once again in a heated kiss.
She knew his ears were a weakness of his, one of a frustrating few that she'd been able to discover so far compared to the multitude he'd exploited from her. She unwrapped one of her legs from around his waist and slowly trailed her foot down over the back of his bare thigh. It had ceased being a surprise to her how he managed to dress and undress himself so quickly anymore, especially in moments like this when she knew his patience had begun to wear thin. She smiled when she felt him shudder softly and let out a breathy sigh.
His legs were actually one of his biggest weak points, aside from his wings. While she'd been a bit disappointed to discover that he could pretty much subconsciously control what he felt in his feathers, the base of his wings was a different story. He was particularly sensitive in the area directly between them, right along the curve of his spine, where she had a tendency to dig her nails in when he made her come. In fact, many of the places he kept the most securely covered in his hero costume also happened to be the locations of several of his erogenous zones. Whether that was by design or not, she'd never really bothered to ask.
Sliding her hand down to cup her core, she coated her palm in the remnants of her release before reaching out for his hardened shaft. She wrapped her fingers around him and gripped him firmly, squeezing and stroking in just the way she knew he liked. She softly ran the fingers of her other hand over the back of his neck at his hairline and he moaned into her mouth, rocking his hips against her hand as she continued to exploit nearly all of his known erogenous zones.
She was taking a bit of a gamble by attacking him so persistently like this. He had a pretty negligible amount of control over his libido to begin with, so she rarely ever needed to do very much to coax him. It wasn't like he'd been subtle about his intentions to take her to bed this evening either. But she hardly ever got to experience his passion for her completely unhinged. It was Valentine's Day, after all. She wanted to feel him lose all control and take her with reckless abandon.
She was about to get her wish.
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Hawks was fighting a losing battle over his already taut control. Misaki was waging a dangerous war against his propriety, relentlessly exploiting every weakness she knew he had. He wasn't exactly sure what she was hoping to accomplish, but what she was gonna get would probably end up being more than she bargained for. He gritted his teeth, tightly squeezing his eyes shut and twisting his hand into a fist around the edge of the pillow beneath her head as the frustration that had been pooling in his gut began to rise up into his chest. He swallowed heavily against the feeling, panting with the effort of holding himself back.
If anyone asked him, he would honestly tell them that he had very little experience with women. That didn't mean he was inexperienced with sex. He'd actually chanced upon a rather skillful teacher after he'd moved out on his own; and one of the most important things she'd taught him was that pleasure was meant to be shared, not taken. That lesson had never been more significant to him than when he was with Misaki.
The first time he'd made love to her had blown every other experience he'd ever had out of the water. Never in his life had he felt so fulfilled from the act of sexual gratification. Sure, it always felt good in the moment of release, but that was where it ended for him. There were never any deeper feelings involved past the scratching of the itch. But with Misaki… Every sultry glance and lingering caress, the breathy sound of her sighs, the spicy sweet scent of her skin, and the intoxicating taste of her kiss. The mark she'd etched upon each of his senses haunted his memory and made him crave her like he'd never craved anything in his life. Except maybe food, sometimes.
From their first kiss to their last, every part of every encounter with her was an experience. Even just making out and slow grinding on the couch in his apartment had been enough to make him come in his pants; something she'd taken quite a bit of amusement in at the time. He always made a conscious effort to ensure that they met each other as equals in the bedroom, their individual pleasures never outweighing their shared gratification. But the way she was pushing him right now threatened to have him taking more pleasure from her than he was likely to give.
His eyes suddenly snapped open wide when she leaned up to whisper hotly into his ear, "Fuck me."
The sound of something snapping echoed in his subconscious as his agitation bubbled up out of him in the form of a low growl. He sat back on his haunches, ripping the pillow out from under her head and lifting her hips to shove it underneath the small of her back.
He'd never rolled a condom on so fast in his life.
Bracing his hands on the bed above her shoulders, he entered her in one smooth, hard thrust. She arched up off of the covers and cried out, her hands reaching up to grip his wrists as he began pounding into her hard and fast. Her desperate, panting cries only spurred him on and he reached down to grip the backs of her thighs just below the knee. He nearly folded her in half as he leaned over, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, and delving even deeper into her core.
She screamed, reaching out to brace her hand against his clavicle and pushing against him. She may as well have been pushing against a brick wall for all the good it did. Her panting cries cut off into broken sobs as he relentlessly attacked her g-spot with a single-minded intensity. Her fingers curled, digging her manicured nails into his shoulder almost deep enough to draw blood as her spine bowed and her head snapped back violently against the futon. She let out a broken, high pitched whine as her inner walls began to steadily pulse around him, dragging him unwillingly over the edge with her. A guttural groan forced its way out from deep in his chest and he squeezed his eyes shut. He let her legs go to brace his hands on the edge of headboard, and he began grinding into her deeply as his release shot out of him into the condom.
He cracked his eyes open to look down into her flushed, tear streaked face and hazy, cherry blossom colored eyes. Her lips were parted, drawing in quick, shuddering breaths as she trembled in the wake of such a powerful orgasm. He didn't give her much time to rest. Slipping a hand under her neck, he pulled her up into his arms as he sat back on his knees and settled her onto his lap. He pulled out of her just long enough to change out the used condom for a new one, catching her gasping cry with his mouth as he slid back into her almost instantly. She trembled against him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he rocked against her. Dropping his hands to grip her behind, he braced her and began to drive up into her with more force.
Breaking off their heated lip lock, she delved a hand into his hair and leaned her forehead against his, rocking against him and rolling her hips to meet his thrusts as she panted and moaned, shuddering with every upward drive. His grip on her ass tightened and he upped his pace, staring straight into her eyes in an open challenge for her to try to keep up with him. Her eyes narrowed salaciously as her tongue slicked over the front of her teeth and she pressed her whole body against him, leaning in to drag her teeth over the edge of his right ear. He shuddered and suddenly drove up into her hard with a low groan. Her hand dropped to lay splayed against the side of his face, her thumb tilting his chin up while keeping her lips just outside of reach from his.
He released his grip on her backside, delving one hand into her damp hair at the base of her skull to brace her head as he leaned in and captured her lips. His other arm wrapped around the middle of her back to hold her tightly against him as he sat up onto his knees. She lifted her legs to wrap securely around his waist as her arm slid back around his shoulders. Dropping his hand from the back of her head, he gripped the back of her upper thigh and lifted her a bit, changing the angle of his thrusts to nail her g-spot. He grinned against her lips when she gasped, and he dropped his head to trail his mouth along her jawline to her neck.
She'd been attacking his weak points all night. Well, two could play that game.
She shuddered against him as his mouth found the juncture of her neck just beneath her right ear. He pressed his tongue tightly against that particular erogenous zone of hers, sucking at her skin and drawing out a breathy moan. While he distracted her with his mouth on her neck, he slid the hand he had held under her thigh closer to her slick center. She was so wet he didn't even need to get close to where they were joined, it was enough just to trail his fingers through the moisture coating her inner thighs. Shifting his wrist, he brought his hand around the curve of her backside and trailed his slickened fingers over the tight ring of muscle nestled between her cheeks.
He heard her gasp and felt her crane her head to look over her shoulder at the hand he currently had cupping her backside. She whipped her head back around, staring into his hooded gaze with wide, shocked eyes. They had yet to knock on that particular door in any of the times they'd been intimate, but they had spoken about it a few times. He knew she was open to it. He continued to stare into her eyes in silent question as he began lightly circling his fingers over her rear opening. Her own eyelids began to droop into a salacious squint, and he could feel the thrumming of her heartbeat begin to escalate as she considered what he was proposing.
Her hand lifted from his shoulder, delving her fingers into his hair at his nape and sliding up to cradle the back of his head. Dropping her legs to leverage herself up onto her knees, she pressed her body in closer to him and closed her fingers around a few strands of hair at the back of his head, tilting it back as she leaned down to cover his mouth with hers. Taking that as a green light, he swiftly slipped his middle finger inside her anus, pushing straight through any resistance and sliding it all the way in to the knuckle.
She tensed, moaning her surprise into his mouth at the sudden intrusion. He was sure she hadn't expected him to just shove his whole finger inside all at once, but he knew from experience that it was better just to rip the band-aid off in one swift motion than to try to peel it off slowly. She'd get used to it pretty quickly once the initial shock wore off. He halted his movements as she pulled her mouth away from his and shuddered. Dropping her head onto his shoulder, she gasped and clenched her hand into a fist before lightly knocking it against his other shoulder.
"You are such a jerk!" She seethed out, clenching around him from both sides.
"Should I pull out?" He asked in a low tone next to her ear.
She let out a shocked gasp before sharply pulling back to look into his eyes as she whispered indignantly, "Don't you dare!"
He cocked a lascivious grin and started moving again, pulsing his finger in and out of her in time with his thrusts. She wrapped her arms back around his neck as her eyes slid shut and she groaned, biting the edge of her lip as she began to rock against him, focusing solely on the new sensations he was drawing out in her. He leaned in and nipped at the tip of her nose to get her attention. While he didn't exactly mind that she was enjoying herself, he preferred to have her focused on their shared pleasure instead of just her own at the moment. Her eyes slowly slid open to stare back at him in a salacious squint, sending a white-hot flash of sensation rocketing through his nerve endings and settling in his scrotum.
He almost blew his load from that look alone.
He was still pretty close, but he wanted them to come together. Hawks leaned in to attack the sweet spot underneath her ear with his mouth and added another finger. Misaki gasped and lifted herself higher up onto her knees, holding herself against him with her arms around his shoulders and rocking her hips tightly against his. She was close now too; he could feel it. The way her heart thrummed loudly in her chest, the fine sheen of sweat that glistened over her skin in the light shining in through the uncovered window, the tensing of her muscles as she held herself so tightly against him. Just one more push and she'd break.
He unwrapped his arm from around her back and slid it down to rest against her hip, pushing her leg down a bit to slip his thumb in between them and tightly circle the tiny bundle of nerves at the hood of her core. The effect was almost instantaneous. Her spine bowed sharply, snapping her head back against her shoulders as she let out a keening cry and raked her fingernails over his shoulders, this time just deep enough to draw a bit of blood. He felt the muscles of her inner walls begin to ripple around his sheathed length and he finally let himself go with a deep, satisfied sigh, shuddering against her and dropping his forehead to rest against her chest. They rocked together for a minute, both drawing out their respective peaks before stilling in each other's arms.
Misaki slowly began to relax, wrapping her arms around Hawks to cradle his head and shoulders. He carefully slid his fingers out of her backside and lifted his own arms to wrap around her waist, turning his head to lay his cheek against the top of her breasts. He sat back on his haunches, letting his softening length slide out of her with a contented sigh as he closed his eyes and took a moment to bask in the afterglow. He hadn't felt so well and truly satisfied in probably ever. He felt almost numb, but in a really good way. He tightened his hold on her, turning his head to snuggle his face into her cleavage as he let out a deep, resounding moan.
She giggled and dropped her hands to rest against his shoulders. He glanced up from the shelter of her breasts to stare lazily into her hooded eyes. She smiled down at him and lifted a hand to softly run her fingers through his hair at his temple. He moaned again and ducked his head back into her cleavage, making her laugh out loud.
"Alright, come on. We can't stay like this all night," she said as she pushed gently against his shoulders.
"Why not?" He grumbled into her cleavage.
"First of all, I think you should probably do something about that condom," she reasoned pragmatically.
He swiftly removed the used rubber with one hand and tied it off, tossing it into the trash bin almost before she'd finished speaking, and all without lifting his face from her breasts.
She sighed acquiescently. "Okay, fine. But can we at least lay down or something?"
Considering for a moment, he reached down to grab the pillow and tossed it back up toward the headboard. Leaning forward, he carefully laid her down onto her back and lifted his arms to hook around the backs of her shoulders. He turned his face to the side and snuggled against her, keeping his eyes contently closed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He felt her chuckle softly, but she didn't try to push him off of her, lifting one of her legs to wrap loosely around his hips instead as her hand slid down between his wings to hold him against her.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Keigo," he heard her softly sigh.
He drifted off to sleep to the feel of her gently running her fingers through his hair, but not before murmuring in reply, "Happy Valentine's Day, Misa-chan..."
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