A/n: This chapter is VERY explicit. It is not tied to any of the past ones. Both characters are seniors and are 18 years old.

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Haruka POV.

I am inside Michiru Kaiou's bedroom. I swear I can barely breathe… I have to act like I got my shit together, and I am not screaming internally. This girl… this girl will be the death of me. I swear my blood pressure is through the roof right now. I can feel it— I can hear my own heart beating inside my head.

Fuck

I try to regain a thread of control by looking at her room. The walls are painted with a soft shade of baby blue. One wall was completely white, with numerous sketches and paintings she had created. In one corner, there is an easel with a canvas covered with a white blanket. Next to it, there is a rounded table with a glass of brown-colored water with two thin brushes inside and a color palette with dried acrylics. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I look at all the works of art. There are sketches of hands, random naked muscular backs, mouths, and eyes. They seem to be practice sketches since all of them are unfinished. The paintings, though, are finished. There are birds, waves, seashells, and one peculiar hooded green eye. I tilt my head to the side, studying that eye particularly. It is not until I hear the bathroom door close that I turn to look at Michiru.

I froze again…

"Hey," she says awkwardly.

"Hi." I smile.

"I was freshening up a bit," she says, pointing at the door behind her.

"Right. I took P.E at last period, so I just took a shower."

"Oh, right."

"Yeah…" I stand in the middle of the bedroom, afraid of moving at all. Should I sit down on the bed? On the floor?

Michiru seems to read my mind. She grabs my forearm and leads me to her bed, where we both sit close to the edge. I am looking at her hand touching me, but as soon as she lets go, I turn to look at her nervous blue eyes. I smirk and try not to chuckle at how awkward we are both acting.

Today, Michiru and I decided to take our relationship to the next level. We have wanted to be intimate for so long but never got to do so. My mother was always at home while Michiru's parents were working from home until recently… Doing it in my car was out of the question. I would never subject Michiru to that, no.

Michiru deserves all the comfort in the world. She deserves to be loved in a place she feels comfortable. So, she invited me to her house… and now I sit on her bed.

I am petrified.

I inhale deeply and then exhale my anxiety before I hear Michiru laughing. "Well," she begins. "I think we should start kissing. That always helps me relax," she suggests, her hands touching my shoulders. "This is my first time ever doing this."

My chest tightened at the new information. Michiru was just like a virgin as I was… Now don't get me wrong. Being a virgin or NOT being a virgin was fine with me. I would never judge her. Although, deep inside of me, something feels warm and soft. I am actually glad that I get to be her first. I inhale deeply and smile. I move my hands and cup her soft cheeks. She is trembling. My sweet girlfriend is trembling, and it wasn't out of fear, I hope.

"This would be my first time too," I tell Michiru, and her eyes go wide in bewilderment.

"Really?"

I nod and grin, showing my teeth. I then shrug because I really don't know if she will take that as a bad thing. Suddenly she is imitating my grin.

"The sexy and handsome star athlete everyone wants...is a virgin?" Michiru tilts her head. I think she is waiting for me to tell her that I am lying when I am not.

"I am." I nod at my own words. "Are you… not okay with that?"

"Oh! No!"

I sigh in relief.

"Not at all! I… I am happy that you are a virgin. I am kinda proud that I get to be your first."

"So do I. I am—" I scoff and scoot closer. "I am so nervous." I confess, and she moves her hands to my jaw and holds me there while looking at my eyes. She seems to be looking for something. Does she think that I am lying?

I flirt a lot. I do. But just because I have a way with words when I am flirting doesn't mean I am not nervous. I am about to lose my virginity to the girl of my dreams, to my girlfriend…

"I am nervous too. God, I am trembling!" She laughs it off, but I know she is just trying to hide the fact that she is just as jittery as me.

"Listen," I whisper. "If at any given moment, you feel uncomfortable, or don't like what I am doing or if you just want to stop, please tell me. I don't want this to be a bad experience for you. I want this to—"

Michiru's gaze jumps from my eyes to my mouth to my other eye and back again. She grabs my face and makes me focus only on her before saying, "I love you, Haruka Tenoh."

The words die in my mouth. She… has never said that to me before. I feel my lower lip tremble as I am overwhelmed. She loves me. Michiru Kaiou loves me, Haruka Tenoh, the tomboy, the butch, the awkward blonde sitting on her bed and staring at her as if she were heaven on Earth. No— She is heaven on Earth, she is my heaven, she is my Earth, she is my absolute everything.

"I love you, Michiru Kaiou," I say with such confidence that it makes her lip tremble as well. We are two teenage girls about to cry all because, after almost a year of being together, we will finally let the other know how we exactly feel using our bodies.

"I have loved you since you walked into my classroom, lost and confused."

"I wasn't in the right classroom."

"Oh, but you were." I scoot closer if possible. "You were because I saw you and you saw me." I laugh as I see her face turn crimson bright. "I fell in love with you right there… I knew I had to talk to you." I press my forehead to her. She is quivering as I am.

"I have loved you since you punched my locker to help me open it."

"Then I have loved you longer." I pull her face to mine and finally press my lips to hers. It wasn't anything sexual; it was a simple kiss. Our lips were mashed together, our eyes closed. We simply existed, our skin basking in the warmth of our contact.

Michiru sighs in the kiss; her soft hands come to set on my neck, and I shudder at how warm she is. I pull away from the kiss and look down at her hooded blue eyes that look at me like I am the answer to all the world's enigmas.

I have to remind myself that this girl loves me. Michiru loves me, and she wants to be my first— wants me to be her first. I still can't believe this. So instead of overthinking, I kiss her again. I know I am good at that. I have kissed her many times. Sometimes I give her a peck when we see each other in the halls. Sometimes I sneak into the bathroom and devour her. I know what her lips taste like. I have tested them many times before. Yet, I have been so respectful. I've never tried to touch her anywhere but her waist, her arms, her sweet gorgeous face.

Michiru is gorgeous. She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen adn this beautiful girl is looking at me with a spark of something I couldn't quite make out.

She pulls away from the kiss, sucks on her lower lip, and stands up. I follow her lead for now and do the same. She is nervous. Her hands are fidgeting, she is jittery, and yet she smiles at me.

"I want to see you."

I laugh. She wants to see me? "I am right here?"

She tuts and rolls her eyes. Oh, no, I made her mad? I don't want her to be mad. I want her to be happy and content and look forward to this.

"Your clothes." She points at me. "Take them off?"

I feel as if a cold bucket of water has been dumped on me. Of course, she wants to see me naked. To have sex, you have to get naked, Haruka… Fucking dumb blonde.

"Oh! Right of course!" My shaking hands move to my school shirt. I undo the buttons with a little more trouble than usual. My hands are not cooperating at all! Come on! It's not like Michiru is going to judge my body!... Right? I lift my gaze from the shirt to Michiru, and she is biting her lower lip, waiting so patiently for me. Or so I think.

"Do you need help?"

"I got it…" Dumb blonde! She wants to help you get naked. What the fuck is wrong with you!? "You know what? I do need help…"

The grin on her face makes it all worth it. Michiru takes one long step, and she is already in front of me. She unbuttons my shirt, slips it off my shoulders, down my arms, and casually tosses it over to the chair in front of her vanity. Her face is back on me in an instant, but her eyes slide down my neck and then settle on my chest. I was wearing my sports bra. I let out a sigh nervously and then pulled the darn thing over my head. It was a hassle. I love sports bras, don't get me wrong, but they are a pain in the ass to take off. After I almost dislocated my shoulder to take the darn thing off, I suddenly felt the cold breeze of Michiru's room hit my heated skin.

It was cold, and I could already feel my nipples rise to the occasion. I take a quick look at Michiru, her eyes are fixated on my chest, and I am not sure if it is good or bad. Is she happy with it? Does she still find me attractive? I am not big, nor small. When I wear my bra, I look flat-chested, but once I have it off, I do have to say that I have a pair of nice-looking tits… I just hope Michiru thinks the same.

The answer to my question comes when she moves her hands. They hover over my chest, and I hold my breath. She looks up at me and whispers, "Can I touch them?"

Fuck, please! I take a deep breath and nod. "Yes."

Her hands are like two furnaces. My chest is a handful in her palms, and I have to close my eyes and restrain myself from moaning. She doesn't move her hands, but she does get closer.

Her mouth is parted, and I wonder how it would feel to have my breast in her mouth. As soon as I was about to lose control, she took a step back and released me.

I almost cried.

"Keep going," she says, her right hand moving to touch the buckle of my pants.

I nod and unbuckle the waistband and let the pants fall down to pool around my feet before hooking my thumbs on the elastic band of my underwear. I slip them off, along with my shoes and socks.

Finally, I stand before Michiru, completely bare.

God, I feel so self-conscious…

I started thinking of all my flaws, my long legs, my too-muscular thighs…. Maybe she will not like the fact that I am not curvy like she is. What if she doesn't like the fact that I am hard at some places? I should get dressed. She shouldn't see this.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered with such longing. I feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter up to my chest.

I take a deep breath and ground myself. She thinks I am beautiful… I feel the tears gathering at the corner of my eyes, and I have to blink them back. Really? I am going to cry because she thinks I am beautiful?

Of course.

I've never heard anyone say that to me… at all.

I swallow hard before placing my hands on my waist. I try to give her my best grin, but she is too preoccupied looking at my body even to notice the state her words have left me in.

Suddenly, her hands go to the tie of her uniform. Oh no. That won't do.

I move her hand away, and then I am the one undoing the tie, the buttons. I am the one slipping her blouse off her shoulders, down her slender arms. I near the blouse to my face, take in her sweet scent and then toss it somewhere. She is wearing a lacy bra, and now I wonder if she had this planned all along? I take no mind to that and then look at her with questioning eyes.

She nods. "Take it off."

Anything for you, love. I give her a reassuring kiss on the lips and quickly unclasp the brooch on her back. I slide the bra straps down her shoulder as I did with her blouse, and suddenly now her breasts are free.

Did I mention that Michiru is absolutely beautiful? Her aqua hair is long, and it falls on her shoulder and her breast, yet it is not long enough to cover the beautiful pink color of her nipples. I swallow hard yet again. My mouth waters with the need to bring her close and wrap my lips around one nipple. But I don't. I stand still until she is the one that removes the rest of the clothing as I did. First the skirt, then her underwear, finally her knee-high socks and her shoes.

I am standing before a goddess…

"You are breathtaking," I tell her, and I can see her face turn bright red with the praise. Michiru is not as tall as me. Her body is curvy at her waist, chest, and bottom. Her thighs are plump and look incredibly soft. Her stomach is flat, but unlike, mine it is not adorned with muscles.

"Do you want to touch me?" I ask.

She gives me an eager nod. I think she is unable to talk…

My Michiru is speechless.

I grab both her hands now and place them over my chest. "You don't have to ask me. I want you to touch me. I want you to kiss me anywhere you want. If I don't like it, which I doubt it, I will let you know. Alright?"

Michiru bites her lower lip and stifles a laugh. "Alright."

"Good." I squeeze her hands to my chest and shudder at how good it feels to have her hands on me, to feel her fingers slowly explore my skin. She touched my nipples, testing my reaction to the way she rubbed her fingertips and palm over them. As much as I want to feel more, I want to feel her more than anything. I release her hands and pull her by the waist, her body is now flushed against mine, and I moan into her mouth. She is perfect. She feels so perfect; she is soft and delicious, and the sounds! Oh, the sounds that come out of her! She wraps her arms around me; she touches my back, her hands exploring every inch of me. I am concentrating on her mouth, on how good it feels to kiss her and have her so intimately close to me.

Clumsily I push her to the bed until the back of her knee touches the edge. She falls, and then, she is bared, presented to me. I see her body bounce, take a deep breath, her large chest rise, and fall, and suddenly I have no idea what to do with my hands.

I mean, I know. I…

I am not an idiot. I know how to have sex with a girl. I've seen...videos.

I've been curious, and I've seen a couple of pornos; I've touched myself, imagining it was Michiru and me. I know how to get myself off…

I look down at Michiru; her eyes are glued to me, her hair sprawled out on the mattress, arms are now covering her breast.

I know how to make myself come, but I need to know what Michiru likes to satisfy her. I get on my knees, and I hear her breath hitched. She is nervous, I am dying inside, but I need her help… I need her help to get her off.

"Michiru?"

She props herself on her elbows and looks down at me. "Y—yes?"

I run my hand over her thighs and slowly ease her to spread her legs a bit. "Do you trust me?"

She blinks rapidly, and after a long second, she nods. "With my life."

I nod also, and I feel my chest tightened at the notion that this girl trusted me with every fiber of her being. I lean forward, and I kiss her knee. I close my eyes as I feel her shudder under my lips. "Michiru?"

"What is it, Haruka?"

"I want you to touch yourself for me."

"Wh— what?"

I look up at her, and my hands haven't stopped caressing her thighs. I get back on my feet and then lay down on my side next to her. Her face is glued to mine, and I can see her nervousness increasing. That won't do. If we are both dead nervous, we won't be able to enjoy each other. I want to enjoy every inch of her, and I want her to do the same…

I lean over, brush my fingers over her jaw and brush my lips over hers. She kisses me softly and timidly, yet the fire that surges through me burns at my core. I tighten my grip on her jaw and slip my tongue to her mouth. She tastes of mint. She wasn't kidding when she said she freshened up. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel her own tongue shily rub against mine.

My sweet Michiru. I want to know all your secrets.

As she moans into my mouth, as she loosens in my sensual assault, I open my eyes to see her hand trail over her chest, her stomach, and finally between her legs. I release her face and pull back and dip my head to see her fingers move slowly over her folds. I sigh, kiss her neck, her shoulders, her right breast. I don't waste a second to wrap my lips around her nipple and tease it with my tongue. I feel the skin hardened, and I can't help but groan with excitement.

And then I hear the most beautiful sound coming out of Michiru.

Her lips part, and as she makes a soft, delicious moan escapes her throat. I lift my gaze, and her cobalt eyes lock with mine.

I don't know what I did in this life or in my past one, but I thank whatever deity exists for giving me a chance to at least get a second-long glimpse of Michiru, my Michiru, moaning as she is right now.

I move my hand over hers, and I feel how her fingers move over her pussy. She is gathering her own wetness and rubbing it against her clit. She is not pressing against it, but she puts pressure on the sides, softly pinching it.

I kiss between her breasts and move my attention to her left nipple. I swirl my tongue around it, my fingers imitating the soft circles around her clit. I push her hand away, and now I am the one to touch her.

She groans again, closes her eyes, and presses her head on the mattress, raising her chest to push more of herself into my mouth. I take her gladly while my fingers imitate her slow strokes.

I pull away enough to move my face close to hers. I watch her, studying how she reacts to my touch.

"Like this?" I put a little bit more pressure on the left side of her clit, and she moans louder.

She can't form words, yet she nods at my question. Her eyes are hooded, her mouth plump and open. I cover her mouth with mine again, swallowing her cries as I slip one finger inside of her.

Suddenly, her eyes fly open; she gasps and closes her legs, trapping my hand there.

I freeze and panic.

"I am sorry! Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to!"

"No!" She shakes her head, grabs my forearm, and squeezes me. "I— I was just taken by surprise, that's all!"

"Are you sure? I can stop." I slowly slip my finger out, but she squeezes me tighter with her thighs.

"No, Haruka…" She hesitates for a second, then licks her lower lip and squeezes my arm. "I want you inside of me."

Oh. She wants me inside of her…

"Alright…" I whisper and bump my nose with her temple. "Whatever you want."

Michiru relaxes underneath my hand and slowly spreads her legs wide for me. My hands go back to work. I gather more of her wetness on my fingertips and rub my fingers over her sensitive nub, pinching it, pressing its side, just as she had done before. In a matter of seconds, her moans filled the silence of the bedroom. She wrapped one hand around my elbow, her face tilted towards me. Before I can ask her, she mewls and gasps for air after saying. "Kiss me."

I can't deny her anything. I position myself to swallow every moan, every cry that escapes her; my middle finger slips, and I feel her groan into me. I slip a second one, and her hips rise from the bed.

My Michiru is so warm and wet. To think that she is like this because of what I am doing fills my chest with pride. I want all of her. All her moans, all her cries. All of it.

I pull away from her lips, and she follows me with her mouth, desperate to have me on her again.

"Faster," she says and moves her hand to touch the wrist of my intruding hand. "Please. I think…"

I interrupt her by curling my fingers inside of her and pushing my palm to her clit. Air explodes out of her lungs. I've never seen her like this, and I swear I am getting obsessed.

"Harder!"

I groan and brace myself on the bed. There is no trace of pain in my sweet Michiru's face. She's so slippery, open, and ready; my fingers are making obscene noises as I move them. And then, Michiru clamps around me once, firmly. She squeezes my finger and slams her thighs shut, her mouth open, as a silent cry escapes her lungs.

She looks otherworldly, A goddess in all its gorgeous form, holding and clinging to me as she returns from heaven and settles again in my mortal arms. I don't think I could love her more than I already do…

I kiss her again, and I feel the softness of her fingertips on my cheeks. Finally, she begins to come down from her high; she relaxes in my arms and releases my hand from between her thighs. I slip out and pull back to admire her solemn expression.

I did that. I made her come; I made her shudder, cry out. It was me. I can't help but grin down at her, and she does the same.

I moved my hand, feeling an upcoming cramp, and then I noticed the wetness of her orgasms sticking to my middle and ring finger. Michiru's eyes dipped from my face to my hand, and for some reason, I could see the embarrassment in her features. I frowned at that. Why would she be embarrassed?

"I should get you something to clean yourself." she says.

"What? Why?" The audacity!

"I— Well…"

I bring my hand to my face and slip my wet fingers to my mouth, never breaking our eye contact.

I almost didn't acknowledge her surprised gasp. I was too concentrated on her taste. She was utterly delicious, and I wanted more. This time I wanted to taste her from the source. I close my eyes as I clean my fingers with my tongue, but suddenly I feel Michiru pull my hand away from my face.

"What are you doing?"

I feel myself getting tense. "Tasting you."

"Haruka!" Her face grows redder by the minute, and I can only chuckle at her embarrassment.

"What is it? I wanted to taste you. I still want to taste more." I move my hand now and touch her thighs. "Or did you want to stop?"

I think she is about to pass out. She looks at my face, down at my hand, back at my face. "I… I mean."

"I want to use my mouth to make you come." I feel myself getting bolder, but only because I know she trusts me, and I trust her.

Her eyes go wide. "Oh."

I arch an eyebrow. "Oh?" I laugh. "Can I?"

Michiru takes a deep breath as if wanting to calm her racing heart. "I've heard that it's way better that way than using your hand."

I shrug. "Only one way to find out." I tilt my head to the side as I slide my body down her body. I kiss her neck, her collarbone; I flick the tip of my tongue over her soft stomach. I give her aqua-blue mound an open-mouth kiss, and she lets out a weak cry.

"Michiru, you are so beautiful."

I hear her sigh, and slowly, she opens up for me.

Michiru is perfect. Her lips are shiny pink and swollen with her arousal. She smells of her bathroom soap, and her very own scent mixed all together. She is still wet from her previous orgasms, and I can only fall to my knees as if I was about to worship her.

I was going to worship her. I lift my gaze up and see her looking down at me, both lust and curiosity painted her gorgeous features, and I can't look away as I move my mouth down her thigh, lower, until I reach the junction of her thighs. I breathe her in, hold my breath, and give her one long broad lick to her drenched folds.

With the gasp that Michiru releases, the way her body jerks, and the sweet whisper of my name that leaves her lips, I am undone.

God, this woman is absolutely perfect. She tastes sweet yet slightly bitter. I can get used to this for my entire life. I look up at her; Her eyes are no longer looking at me. They pressed together, her mouth open. I want to hear her say my name again. I give her another lick and another; I drag my tongue through her folds, over her clit. I move closer, pressing my face to her, and dart my tongue inside of her.

I know I am doing good; I know because she is grabbing the bed for dear life because her name is being chanted over and over again. She arches her back and presses more of her into me. I grab her bottom and steady her as I continue my assault. I want to have more of her taste. No, not want. I need more of her. My hands move up from her bottom up to her flanks, and I grip the flesh there. I close my eyes and concentrate on her moans, her gasps, her cries, my name on her lips, I feel her hands touch my head, and suddenly I feel her strong grip on my short hair.

"Fu— oh fuck!" She gasps, ragged and broken. As if she can't get enough air into her lungs. "Oh, God! Haruka!"

That's it! That's it! That's what I want. I want her to be drunk on me, to want me and only me! Oh, to be her everything and the only to get her to say those words. To curse! For me! Because of me!

She pulls me to her, she is delirious with pleasure, and it's all because of me! I want to do this to her every chance I get! I want to make her feel beautiful, wanted, and loved every single second of her life.

Fuck! To have her cling to me like this, to have her taste on my lips and fingers! I moan into her, and she shudders with uncontrollable passion. She calls out my name, and I look up to see her arch her back, jerk her hips to my mouth.

Her luscious thighs come to squeeze the sides of my head, and I swear if I suffocate right now, I won't give a single fuck. I would die gladly if it means that I made her come for a second time today.

I feel the pressure of her thighs, and suddenly I taste more of her essence as it streams into my mouth. Her cries are brutal, and I am sure her neighbors must have heard her.

I don't care; let them be blessed by listening to her scream my name!

I release her flank and lower my hands to her thighs, which quiver as she rubs her clit against my mouth as she comes once again. I can't help but lick every inch of her. I want all of her release in my mouth. I don't want to waste a single drop.

When I feel her thighs slip from my shoulders and fall on the bed, I slip back on the bed and lay next to her.

She desperately grabs my face and kisses me with such urgency. Her tongue slips my lips, and she moans. She is tasting herself in my mouth, and it is the most erotic thing I think I've done up to now, next to eating her out to the point of unconsciousness. Her throat must be hoarse, and I can't wait to listen to what she has to say.

She pulls back, her hands cling to my face as if I was the most important thing in her life. I hope I was. God knows she is in mine. "Are you okay?"

"Am I?" She starts laughing but somehow, she is interrupted by an upcoming groan as she squeezes her thighs. "That was amazing…"

"Was it?" I feel my chest about to burst! "You taste amazing." I kiss her again, just for good measures, just so she can taste how good she is.

She relishes the kiss, holds me to her, and savors herself. She pulls away, a lazy smile on her face. She nods at what I said and says, "I do…" She licks her lower lip. "God, Haruka. Why did we wait so long to do this?"

I shrug and rub her waist lovingly. "I have no idea but I am glad I am here with you now."

Her hand moves to my shoulder, and without saying a word, she pushes me down to the bed and climbs over me, straddling my waist. She leans her torso over mine, and my face is surrounded by a curtain of aqua-blue hair. I am in heaven, looking up at my deity.

Michiru POV

Haruka is a delicious mixture of handsome and beautiful. I find her handsome when she is dressed in her school uniform and tries to act cool amongst our classmates. When she leans against my locker and whispers things to my ear to make me blush, yet I find her beautiful, gorgeous when she is concentrating on her homework, when she helps me fix my violin, and especially when she smiles at me as she does right now…

She has this very distinctive curve at the corner of her mouth, almost cat-like. It is subtle, but you can see it if you are close enough, even if she is serious. I am obsessed with her mouth even more now that I know what it is capable of doing.

I love her mouth, and I want to feel it against me again. I close my eyes and lean over to capture her lips with mine. I taste myself again, I am still imprinted on the skin of her upper lip, and I hope it stays like that.

I want her to remember me when she goes back home...I want her to remember me tonight when she is alone in her bedroom.

Her large hands move to caress my back, and I press our chests together. She is soft, not as soft as me, but she is soft to my touch, hard in all the right places. Her arms are strong, stronger than any other girls' and even boys' at our school. Her thighs are also very muscular. Sometimes I catch myself staring at them when there is a game night or when she is running and training after school. Unlike mine, her thighs are made of solid muscles. All that running has paid off. I'm not complaining. The next time we are together, I will rub myself on those thighs until I am a wet mess. That's a promise.

I chuckle in the kiss, and I feel her pull away enough to look up at me with an arched eyebrow.

"What is it?" Haruka asks.

"Nothing."

"Tell me." She demands, her hands now moving to my bottom. She treats me like I was some goddess that had stumbled in her presence. What she doesn't know is that I think ancient gods themselves created her. With her sparkling green eyes, short blonde hair, and her chiseled form. She looks like a Greek deity.

"I am just imagining our next time together."

"Oh." She grins, that boyish. A beautiful grin that makes my heart skip a beat. "Already?"

"Yes. But, don't even think we are done now.."

Now both her eyebrows almost reached her hairline. "Oh," I love it when she is in a teasing mood but only when she is like that with me. I can't help but get jealous when her attention falls on anyone but me. Of course, I don't want to be a toxic girlfriend; I try not to show it… but every time her smirk falls on someone that isn't me, my blood boils. I grip the blonde strands of her hair and stare at her eyes as if they were the most precocious emeralds in this universe because they are to me.

She stares back with that dumb and content smile that makes me want to melt in her arms.

"It is hard to believe that you are a virgin after what you've made me do."

Haruka chuckles. "You are a great source of inspiration." She bumps her nose with my chin. "Besides, I only want to make you happy, and if that means making you scream my name and come all over my face, so be it."

"Haruka!" I slap her shoulder. There she goes with her dirty talk. I can't help it. I am still not used to it, but I am getting there. I sit up straight and see her pout in disappointment when our chests are no longer pressed against each other. I look down at her perfectly shaped breast, and I can't help but run my hands over them again. I squeeze them, run my thumb over her nipple and study how she responds to my touches. She is holding back. I can tell…

She bites her lower lip and closes her eyes tightly. Why will she even do that? I was just screaming at the top of my lungs not so long ago. I need her to let go. I am here, and I will catch her…

"Haruka?"

She opens her eyes and gasps, almost overwhelmed by what she is seeing. This girl… makes me feel like I am the only thing that exists in her life. The adoration in her eyes makes me blush again, especially when I notice how she trails my face and then my tits with her gaze. She is hungry, and so am I.

I lick my lower lip. Having her fingers inside of me felt so good; her tongue and mouth were just otherworldly. Haruka has made me feel like never before. I didn't know I could feel that good. I turn my head and see her legs spread open behind me. If those two things she did separately felt good, how would it be if I did it all at once to her?

Keeping my gaze on her face, I move my hand behind me and reach out to the junction of her thighs and cup the blonde mound.

My eyes fly open.

Haruka is drenched.

"You poor thing…." I tease, knowing damn well that it was my turn to be in command, to make her writhe underneath me.

Haruka's strong gaze never yields. She keeps looking at my face, her hands on my thighs caressing me. "I know. I think I have suffered enough."

I chuckle and slip one finger through her fold, and suddenly, my tomboyish, butch, strong girlfriend's jaw slacks, and she let out the most feminine sound I've ever heard of her.

My interest peaked. I want to hear that again.

I run my finger again, and she closes her eyes, throwing her head back. The strong columns of her neck are out on full display, and I am so tempted to lean in and bite her, mark her.

God, I want to put a hickey on her neck so bad. Maybe that way, the other girls and even some very clueless boys would stop looking at her—a mark of ownership.

I bite down on my lower lip as she exhales another soft cry.

Oh, I love this, I love her. I love the way she sounds when I am touching her. And that's just one finger… What will happen if I use my hands and my mouth at the same time? What sounds will she make?

I give her a one-sided smirk before standing up and away from her. Haruka's neck almost snaps when our skins are no longer touching.

"Where are you going?" She asks and props herself on her elbows.

"Relax." I told her. "I am not going anywhere." I promise and proceed to the foot of the bed. I try my best to give her my sexiest, bedroom eyes but she tilts her head to the side, confused at why I was walking away from her. I curl my finger at her. "I want your ass hanging from the edge of my bed."

Her eyes sparkle with excitement. Good. She quickly shifts lower until she is positioned exactly how I want her, and as she looks down at me and spreads her thick muscular thighs, I stand there, dumbfounded at how beautiful she looks.

I don't put much thought into it. I get on my knees, relish the feeling of her muscles under my fingertips and press my mouth to her cunt.

I feel her jerk; I feel the tension on her thighs, and then slowly, she melts into my touch. Perfect. I shily dart my tongue against her folds, testing my ground, testing my ground as I listen to her stifled groans. I don't want her to hold back! How can I make her…

I pull back and let out an annoyed sigh.

"What is it?"

"Haruka."

"What is it, Mcihriu?"

I frown deeply, and I see her throat move as she swallows hard. "I need you to relax. I need you to enjoy this and if you feel like screaming, scream."

She blushes and nods.

"I mean it. It's not fair that you could see me as a mess and you get to hold back."

"I know but I think—"

"Don't think. Just feel," I say firmly. "I want you to give everything that you are to me." I mean it. I want Haruka more than anything, and I feel like she is holding back for some reason. Is she scared of doing something that might embarrass her or me? Is she scared of letting out a side of her that I've never seen before?

I look down at her, close my eyes and delve back into the paradise of her thighs. I snuggle my face into her cunt, lick her folds, wrap my lips around her clit, and there it is. I hear her first Earth chattering sob. I open my eyes, and the star athlete is holding onto the bed sheets for dear life. She is lying flat on her back, her mouth open as she slowly, and with a bit of coaxing, her silent cries of pleasure turn into a beautiful song in my ear. She is breathing hard, her grip is white-knuckle, and I can see all the power she hotels in her arms.

I want more.

I move my hand and slip my index finger inside of her with ease. Unlike me, she doesn't close her thighs at the intrusion; She does the complete opposite. She spreads herself wider, her gasps for air are louder, and before I know it, Haruka is whimpering my name.

Each syllable sounds like a prayer to the divine; Her eyes are closed tightly, her mouth wide open. It isn't until she releases a loud cry that she bites her lower lip as if to silence herself.

No! Not this again. Scream Haruka! Let go! Give up the control for once. I slip a second finger in, curl both of them inside of her, and touch the upper walls as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.

That seemed to work in my favor. Haruka lets go of the bedsheets and grips my blue hair, Not as tightly as I did, more like a way for her to remind herself that it was me that was doing that. She isn't dreaming…

I move my fingers deeper inside of her, hooking them and almost pulling her, egging her to release all that tension. A flick of my tongue and wrist did the trick. Haruka's breath bursts out of her lungs in a loud moan that shakes my core.

I am obsessed…

I pull back, untangle myself from her and move to stand between her legs. I lean over her with both hands on either side of her head. I smile at my handy work. Haruka was a complete mess. My mess… I did this.

"Everything okay?"

She finally opens her eyes and looks up at me. Her lips are parted, she is panting for air, and there is a sweet thin layer of sweat all over her body. I must say, she looks almost angelical with her glow and her blonde hair sticking to her forehead.

"Don't get too cocky on me." She manages to say, in between gulps of air.

"And why is that?"

Haruka's upper lip twitches. "Because I think we have a problem in our hands."

My cockiness was wiped off my face. "What? Why? Did I do something wrong?" Did I hurt her?

Before I could ask any more questions, Haruka sat up, wrapped her strong arms around my waist, and pulled me back to bed. I let out a surprised yelp. I really didn't think that she would have any energy left. "What are you doing!" She silences me with a kiss to my lips then a long lick to my neck. Fuck. I could feel my cunt clenching again. Oh no… I know what the problem is…

Haruka sighs into me, holds my waist fiercely, and reluctantly pulls away enough to lock our eyes together.

"I don't think I will want to stop this anytime soon." Haruka says, moving her thick thigh to press it to my cunt.

Did she read my mind? "Me neither." I confess. I want more. I wasn't done. I turn to face the wall clock and can't help but grin.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Just wondering…"

Haruka chuckled and pressed her nose to the skin right below my ear. "About?"

"How many times can we make eachother come in an hour?"

"Only one way to find out…"