A/N: So... this one is another smut. So if you are not really into that, I suggest yous kip. Otherwise, enjoy!
Michiru First-person is pov! My favorite to write.
Our house.
We have finally moved into our house. Our own! Not rented! Not a dorm room! Our house!
The moment Haruka placed the last cardboard box on the ground and I closed the door, I let out the breath I was holding the moment we started this entire process. Then, she turned to me, her eyes full of happiness and wonder. We were home. Granted that it didn't matter where I was, as long as I was with her, I was home, but we have dreamt of having our own place for such a long time that I never thought it would actually happen.
She smiled at me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and kissed me. I felt myself relax, my arms snaking around her neck, cupping the back of her head as I angled to deepen the kiss.
Right now, there was such a mess, boxes upon boxes scattered in the living room, in what we were going to use as a dining area. Every wall was bare, waiting to be filled with memories of our lives together. I couldn't wait to cover them with pictures of our dates back in high school, of our days as college students. I couldn't wait to have photos of Haruka posing with all her trophies and pictures of my concerts, of my awards.
Haruka pulled away from our kiss, to my disappointment but as quickly as our lips stopped touching, her hands moved to drag me to her body and lift me by my thighs to wrap myself around her. She made her way to the master bedroom— our bedroom, with the old full-size mattress thrown on the ground. We had ordered a bigger bed, a king-size to be more specific. We had always wanted a bigger room, a bigger bed, a bed to do as we pleased but we will have to wait a week for the entire bedroom furniture to arrive.
For now, an old full-size will do.
She lowered me, her lips back on me, kissing me as if her life depended on it. As if she needed to make sure that what had happened was real. I cupped her face tenderly, kissing her back with such wanton. Her weight fell on me, pressing the air out of my lungs and onto her lips. She smiled, moving away enough to rub her nose against my cheek.
"I am too heavy for you?" She asked, her playful tone quacked over my face.
I couldn't help but chuckle. "I mean, you have been eating a lot lately."
"Stress eating is a thing, love."
"Stress?" I arched my eyebrow; my foot rubbed along Haruka's left calf and thigh.
Haruka chuckled, closed her eyes, and kissed me again; this time, I parted my lips to welcome her tongue into my mouth, she stroked my own, and I became a puddle underneath her. I can't help it…
My delicious blonde was always so willing, so sweet, so passionate. I could feel how her hands slipped under my blouse. Haruka's skin was warm and soft, and I could feel goosebumps all over my stomach, flank, and bottom. This was the effect she had on me. My body— my skin always reacted to her touch.
A soft moan rolled off her mouth, and I welcomed it with a faint cry of my own. She pulled away, grabbed the edges of her t-shirt, and pulled it over her head before tossing it and forgetting it somewhere in the chaos of our moving. I took her in, always so strong yet slender. I bit my lower lip and imitated her by tossing my blouse somewhere. I wasn't sure where it landed, probably on top of some boxes.
Haruka's eyes were on me; they roamed my torso reverentially. She was worshiping me with her eyes, and I couldn't feel the tightness grow at my lower stomach, the seeping of arousal at the junction of my legs.
She nibbled her lower lip before grabbing my face and devouring me again. She moved enough to be able to talk over my lips, not wanting the contact to end. "We are going to bless this house."
I smiled as she pressed her lips over mine again. I was about to ask her how, but she had already moved away to grab my jeans and pull them down my legs. She was rough; I am not going to lie. Almost as if there was some desperation, but when I was finally bare before her, her face softened. I know I was beautiful in her eyes, but there was something about the way her face contorted into pure adoration that made me shudder in pleasure.
This woman adored me and looked at me in a way no one had ever seen me. Yes, I've had many people look at me with lust and hunger, but that's where it stopped; Haruka looked at me with desire, longing, want, love, need… She needed me. And God, I needed her.
"Take your clothes off." I ordered, and she didn't waste a second. She slipped off the mattress clumsily, landing on her bottom. Her legs went up as she pushed her shorts off as well as her socks and sneakers. I laughed. Haruka was always so controlled, but now she was on her ass wiggling off clothing like a love-drunk teenager. She quickly went back to me; her adoration and her mouth were on my neck this time while her hands trailed roads of pleasure down my flank, breasts, and back. Her lips trailed from my neck to my earlobe, sucking the soft skin there gently before whispering. "I am going to bless this home with your moans,"
"Haruka." My eyes rolled back until they closed.
"I am going to fuck you in every single bedroom. You will be reminded of me in every corner."
Fuck, I loved it when she talked like that because I knew that whatever she promised, she was going to do it. She moved behind me, her hands moving to cup the mound between my legs, spreading me. I leaned against her, my leg hooking her waist, giving her easier access to my already drenched cunt. I could feel her mouth spread into a smile as she gave me the very first stroke.
"Open your eyes," She murmured, and I did; I saw myself in the full-length standing mirror that… for some unknown reason, was not vertical but horizontal. I could see me, all of me. My eyes trailed over my chest, my stomach, and finally Haruka's hand as she slipped her fingers through my folds. Sneaky blonde…
"You did this—" the words died in my mouth and came out more as a soft cry as her thumb rubbed over my clit, spreading my wetness.
"What was that?" She grinned.
I growl, and I hear her silent chuckle behind my neck. "You did that on purpose." I say, my hand moving to run over Haruka's short blonde hair.
Her answer is another stroke of her skilled fingers. I buck my waist against her hand, wanting more, searching for that sweet friction that will make me melt. She kisses the back of my shoulder tenderly as she continues her slow assault.
"I am going to buy more mirrors." She slips a finger inside, and I let out a soft mewl. "I am going to put one on the roof, so you can see yourself all the time."
"Haruka…" I warn, my hips rising to meet that slow yet expert stroke. It wasn't long until she slipped a second finger, and my jaw slacked, my mouth opened in a silent cry.
"Tacky?" She asks, and I nod. "Mmm maybe." She strokes harder; my cry comes out sharp. "But if you would just open your eyes and stop closing them, you will see how delicious you look."
I let out an annoyed grunt, yet I do as I am told. I open my eyes and see myself in the mirror again. Haruka wraps her free arm across my stomach, holding me tight. I know what that means. She is about to make me come, and she wants me to see it all.
"Keep your eyes open. Or I will not stop until you do."
I nod frantically, and she goes off. She holds me tightly as her fingers move back and forth, her meaty palm rubbing against my clit. I wanted to keep my eyes open, I did! I saw myself writing under her embrace; I saw her mouth moving as she gave me open mouth kisses, as she bit my shoulder and pressed her nose to the back of my head. I saw her face contort into concentration as she eased me into my first orgasm, and then I closed them. It was too much, seeing myself like that, losing control even if it was with Haruka...my Haruka.
She held me down as she eased me from the stars that moved behind my eyelids, as my breathing became controlled again. I still felt the kisses on my shoulders, and I shuddered as her softness made it tickle. Then I opened my eyes and found her green eyes staring at me through my reflection.
"You closed your eyes…"
I tensed underneath her, her fingers still buried inside of me.
"That won't do, love."
"Haruka—"
"I guess I will have to make you come again."