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"Yes."
Fucking yes!
He didn't recognize the breathy sob that escaped his lips. He didn't make sounds like that. Men didn't get emotional over stuff like that. They didn't feel like their hearts were going to burst. They didn't feel like all their dreams were coming true. They didn't make idiots of themselves when they were above the woman they had wanted to sleep with since they were a teen.
So then, why the fuck was it getting hard to see?
Why the fuck was his vision blurring?
He buried his face in the side of her neck so she wouldn't see, and busied himself with kissing the tender skin there until he could get himself back under control.
He'd waited for this moment for well over seven years. Hell, if you'd asked him even a month ago if he ever thought he'd be in this situation with her...with him asking and her saying yes...He would have called you a liar. The truth though was that he wasn't sure if he wasn't sleeping. All of this felt too much like a dream to be real.
The only thing that reassured him that it wasn't was the fact that he could feel her. Her nails pricking the skin of his back. Her body beneath his. Her breath.
This was real.
All of it.
He weren't about to fuck it up by getting emotional.
Kagome felt him run his fangs across the skin of her neck and her breath hitched in her throat. She liked that move. What she liked even more was the look in his eyes before he hid from her.
The slight glossy shine she had seen. He wanted to keep it from her, and she'd let him. It was a big moment for her too. To finally give in to her desire for him when she had spent so many years fighting it…
It felt big.
She could understand everything he was feeling because she was feeling it too. She'd never thought that she would be in his arms again, especially not like this. But she was and they were and...She felt it too. The enormity of it all.
Of finally giving in.
"Yash," she breathed, tilting her head to the side to let him do what he wanted.
"Kags," he responded in kind, his tongue peeking out between his lips to taste her skin and she let her eyes drift shut. She continued to run her nails up and down his back as he moved his lips down her neck and to her shoulder.
His lips were hot and wet against her flesh as he slowly pressed lingering kisses to her body, following the crest of her shoulder. He placed his hand on her upper arm, wanting to slowly get her used to his touch. He wanted to give her every chance to say no or change her mind, even if it would kill him.
He didn't know how he'd handle rejection from her this time, but he was going to be damn sure that he gave her every chance if this weren't something she wanted.
"If you don't like something," he finally breathed, working up the courage to voice some of the thoughts in his head, "Tell me."
"Ok. T-the same with you," she blushed, and he smiled against her skin before lifting his head to look her in the eye again.
"I don't think ya could touch me wrong, Darling."
Her heart melted.
She hadn't heard him call her his darling in...a long time, that was for sure.
He smoothed his hand over her shoulder, and his fingers toyed with the strap as he gazed down at her.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, making sure he held her gaze as he whispered it. "I don't think you're real, Kagome."
She took the hand playing with that same strap in hers, guiding him. His fingertips brushed against her skin, blazing a hot trail across the exposed parts of her chest. She drew them to the base of her breast, encouraging them to slowly move up over the swell of her skin and she could feel her nipple tightening under the fabric of her tank top in anticipation of feeling the heat of his palm against her. She looked up at his face, watching it. She saw the way his eyes remained frozen, watching her every movement. She watched his slightly parted lips close as he swallowed, his mouth dry. She felt his chest still as he stopped breathing, and she laid his hand flat against her breast.
"Does this feel real to you?"
It was limp for a moment when she released him, and she saw him shift his gaze from his hand on her breast back up to her eyes. His thumb brushed against her nipple, and her breath hitched in response.
"Very real."
She smiled at the softness of his tone as he did it again, and bit the inside of her cheek as she moved her hands down to the hem of her shirt.
"Tell me again," she asked shyly, and she saw his face twist in confusion. "T-tell me you think I'm beautiful again," she explained nervously, her cheeks flushing.
"Kagome," he exhaled, his face softening. "I think you're fucking gorgeous. Every single thing about you is irresistible. Do you know how hard it is to be around you and not touch you? Or kiss you? I love your eyes...So deep and blue...and your nose...it's so small and cute. And your body…" he trailed off, looking it up and down for a moment, making sure she saw him take in her curves.
God…
That body…
He thrust his hips down so she could feel the length of his erection through his shorts against her skin.
"That's what you do to me with that body Kagome. The way you smell...the way you look...It's driving me fucking insane. Fuck, woman…"
She smiled brightly, her eyes glistening a little at the sincerity she heard in his words.
"Should I take my shirt off then?"
"You have to ask?"
She laughed at that, and pulled the fabric up over her head, baring her breasts to him and he whimpered at the sight. This wasn't second-hand stolen glances through a mirror. This was different. She was asking for his gaze. His touch.
Him.
His.
The thought nearly undid him.
"Help me get rid of it?" she blushed, and he nodded, lifting himself up a bit more to pull the shirt out from under her shoulder blades. She arched her back to make it a bit easier, and he felt her bare breasts press into the skin of his chest before she allowed herself to fall flat onto the air mattress with a light bounce.
He watched them sway slightly from the movement, and his cock twitched.
The warm light from the sunrise caressed her skin, highlighting the peaks of her breasts and her rosy nipples, as well as exaggerating the valleys and curves. It was like she glowed like a goddess. And she was a goddess. His goddess.
Kagome watched him look at her, not doing anything. Not saying anything. Just. Looking. He'd seen her boobs before. What the hell was so fascinating about them now? Was there something wrong with them? Had they changed that much over the years?
Oh god...was she already starting to sag?!
"W-well?" she demanded, and he looked up to her face.
"Well what?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion, and she crossed her arms over herself.
"You're not doing anything! You're just...Looking at them!"
"I mean I was," he complained. "You didn't want me to?"
"I wanted you to do something! I feel like there's something wrong with them…"
"With these?" he scoffed, bringing his fingertips to gently run across the tops of her breasts spilling out from under her arms. "Hardly. I love your tits."
"You're just saying that now…"
"Move your arms and I'll show you just how much I love them, and every other damn inch of ya," he challenged, and she was never one to turn down a challenge. Her arms slumped off to the side, and he moved a hand to fully encapsulate one of her breasts.
"Alright...Show me," she encouraged, and he smirked down at her.
"Gladly," he replied, moving his fingers to lightly squeeze. "You fit perfectly in my hand Kags. Ya ain't too small...too big...just the right size. Like we were made for each other," he mused lightly, and she felt herself relaxing a little at the sincerity she saw on his face. "Couldn't help myself before. They were just so damn sexy. You should see the way ya look in this light Kags. You're like a fucking fantasy but better. 'Cause you're real, ya know? I've dreamed it a thousand times before. It almost don't feel real."
"It's real."
"Good," he chuckled lightly, a blush sweeping across his face. "I'll be real upset if I wake up and have to deal with a hard-on all on ma own."
"You won't - you have me for that," she smirked, shifting her hands between them to cup his straining length. His eyes drifted shut for a moment, and when he reopened them, they were molten. Wanton and filled with desire.
"Fucking better," he murmured before lowering his lips to her breast, pulling her nipple between his lips. She gasped as his tongue darted out to swirl around her areola, and she felt her skin puckering into hardened peaks as he made his way to the tip of her nipple. Her eyelids lowered as he scraped a fang against her sensitive skin, making her bite her lip and her breath catch as pulled away with a firm suck.
A wet pop-like sound resonated off the fabric walls of the tent around them, and she was about to ask him why he had stopped when he shyly asked, "Do you like that...?"
There was an unspoken "still" tacked on at the end of that sentence, that made her throat close a little.
"Yeah," she breathed instead, trying to keep her emotions in check. "I do."
"Ok," he murmured, dipping his head back down to do it again and this time...she made sure to be a little more vocal in her sounds of appreciation to encourage him. It wasn't hard. With every flick of his tongue...every scrap of his fangs...she felt the heat between her legs strengthening and intensifying. Every little movement he made was making her throb for more. It was easy for her to let him know just how much she appreciated what he was doing to her.
She felt him shift on the air mattress, making it squeak as he transferred all of his weight to one arm, freeing the other. It made her open her eyes and watch as he placed his open palm along her ribs, easing it up her skin at an agonizingly slow pace. It was torture, pure and simple, feeling his hand on her, but not touching what she wanted him to. He was enjoying that torture too. She could feel his lips curve into a smile against her nipple.
It was because he could smell the frustration in her scent. He knew that he was driving her crazy which was what he wanted to do. He still didn't know how long he'd be able to last, but...if he could...he wanted to draw the foreplay out for as long as he could to bring her as much pleasure as he could.
Yeah, they'd had the talk about expectations.
She made it clear that she'd be ok if he blew early.
Didn't mean he didn't wanna make her lose her fucking mind first though. So yeah. He was gonna tease her. Make her fucking squirm.
"Yash," she pleaded as his fingertips brushed the underside of her breast.
"Mm?" he replied, his lips still tugging at her nipple. It made light vibrations spread across her skin, and he felt her squirm beneath her.
"Just...Just do it already," she begged, her voice coming out as a breathy whine.
Fuck, that was so goddamn sexy…
"Do what," he asked, pulling away from her breast just enough to ask. Each word from his lips ghosted over her wet skin, making her shiver and the ache at the apex of her thighs demand that something happen soon or else it might literally kill her.
She wasn't in the mood to play games.
She grabbed his hand and placed it firmly over her breast, the tip of her pink nipple peeking out between his middle and ring finger.
"Touch me already."
His lips spread into a wide smile - his fangs glinting in the warm light still pouring in from the sunrise.
"Well, if you insist…"
"I fucking insist!"
He laughed and moved his fingers together, gently tugging at her nipple between them. He softly pressed his palm down into her supple skin, feeling now pliant yet firm she was. Kagome sighed in relief as he began to roll her nipple between his fingers, and he smirked, kissing the side of the breast he had been laving with his tongue moments before.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"This is what you like?"
She wasn't sure if he was genuinely asking, or if this was supposed to be sexy talk. Either way...she loved it. His voice was becoming thick and raspy, and it only seemed to add another layer of seduction to his actions. He'd always been able to melt her with a look and the purr of his voice.
This morning, it was going to get him further than ever before.
"I love it when you touch me Yash," she reassured, and that was what he needed to hear before he went back to worshiping her breasts. He worked her body until she was squirming under him, squeezing her thighs together as tightly as she could to ease some of the ache and the wetness beginning to saturate her bottoms. The movements didn't go unnoticed by him. He could feel the circular gyrations below him. He could smell how wet she was.
He wanted to see it. Taste it.
God, he wanted to feel exactly how wet he'd made her, even if his cock was throbbing. Fuck, he was so hard that he was almost afraid the party was going to be over before the entertainment arrived.
He pulled away from her breast, and she looked up at him as he pushed himself to hover above her, his ears laying flat against his head.
"Yash?" she questioned quietly, watching as a blush spread over his face.
"Can I...I wanna...Fuck!" he chuckled, tilting his head down so she couldn't see just how badly he was blushing.
"We're getting there," she teased, and she felt the muscles of his abdomen clench and relax again and again as he laughed.
"Yeah...Good...I...I wanna do that too, but I...Kagome, I wanna eat ya out…"
The way he was floundering was sweet, and also oddly sexy. She loved it. He made it so easy to pretend they were eighteen again.
"Mmm...In the mood for pussy for breakfast?"
"Fuck...It's my favorite food group. I'll eat it for lunch and dinner too."
Her head rolled back as jubilant laughter racked her entire body, making them both bounce a little as her body shook.
"Yash, you can't live off of pussy!"
"Yeah? Watch me," he smirked, his fingers coming to play with the band of her shorts.
"With pleasure," she purred, lifting her hips in a silent invitation for him to take them off.
He didn't ask twice.
Inuyasha slid the shorts down her thighs. The delicious scent of her arousal had already been delightfully pungent before but now...Fuck...It was a hundred times better. Inuyasha moved down the air mattress, pulling the flimsy black fabric of her shorts along with him. They slid over her thighs, and he internally rejoiced at the dampness he saw shining in them.
God...She was really fucking wet, wasn't she...and...apparently he wasn't the only one who had groomed certain areas.
He didn't know if this was a new choice because of her swimsuit or if it was because she anticipated this...all he knew was that when he had seen her naked in the mirror, her pussy hadn't been this styled. If he hadn't done the same thing, he might have teased her a little about it. As it were...it would be like the pot calling the kettle black, and really...There were other things he wanted to be doing with his mouth right now.
"Fucking hell woman," he breathed, tossing her shorts off to the side in the tent. Kagome bit her lip at his tone and the dark hungry look in his eye. She felt like a small, vulnerable rabbit looking up at a ferocious dog who was about to tear into her like she was dinner.
Or.
Well.
Breakfast.
It was sexy. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't.
"See something you like?" she teased, and she noticed that it seemed to be a herculean feat to remove his eyes from her sopping slit.
"If I ever answer 'no' to that question, you better call the police 'cause you ain't with me."
She blushed bright red and bit her lip again at the sweet sincerity in his voice and in his eyes, and watched as he lowered himself down to the air mattress.
"Kags," he called out nervously, running a hand along her thigh. "I...well...It's been a minute since I last...with you...I just…" he fumbled, and he buried his face into her lower abdomen groaning. "Just let me know if you don't like it, ok?" he tenderly pleaded, tilting his head back up and resting his chin on her. "Please? I...I don't want fake with you, and I don't want you to hate it neither. Just...guide me?"
He needed to stop melting her heart.
"I don't want "fake" with you either, Inuyasha. I want this to be real and honest too."
She felt his sigh of relief as his breath came out in a giant whoosh across her skin.
"Yeah. Ok. Good," he sighed, relief blooming across his face before he looked down her body. She watched his eyes connect with her slit and reached out to run his fingers up it, his middle finger just barely parting her lips as he cupped her core in full.
"Yash," she murmured, gently encouraging him with her husky tone, and he marveled at how just one word could affect him so deeply. It made him feel so wanted and desired and needed. It made him feel craved yet cherished. It spurred him on to keep going. Told him that she really wasn't going to stop him...And it all felt like a dream.
It was real. All of this. He knew that.
But also.
After all this time apart...after all the longing and the wishing and the internal yearning...It felt like just another fantasy.
He was trying so hard to ground himself.
No. He wasn't in the shower right now. Yes. He really was smelling her. Touching her. Seeing her.
This was real.
All of this is real.
He slipped his fingers down her lips once more, feeling the wetness seeping out between them, and slipped a finger inside. He tried not to groan at how slick she was, but he couldn't stop the high-pitched, keening whimper from leaving his throat. He couldn't stop himself from imagining what she would feel like wrapped around his cock...and it was hard to focus for a minute.
He had a plan. He needed to remember it and stick with it, no matter what. He wasn't going to mess this up.
Well.
He was going to try to not mess this up as best he could, at least.
He slipped his fingers further inside, and when his digits found her clit, she suddenly had a sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly why he had trimmed his claws. They never would have been able to do this before, but now—
She gasped as he began to circle her clit, gently rubbing it and keeping the burning fire in her belly alive. She felt so hot. Like it was hard to breathe, and he was still only using his fingers. He was teasing her with his touch - keeping his movements feather-light and soft. It was driving her mad. She wanted faster, she wanted slower...She wanted harder, she wanted lighter…
She wanted…
...Wanted…
More.
"Inuyasha," Kagome whined, and he had to admit, it felt good hearing her say his name like that...but…
"Good?" he checked, continuing to circle her sensitive flesh.
"Yes," she moaned, her hips coming off the air mattress to try and convince him to intensify his touch, even just a little.
"Good," he breathed, pressing a kiss to her thigh as he teased her a little longer. Just a little. He wanted to taste her too much, and he didn't want to continue to deny himself.
Kagome felt him part her folds and looked down her body to see him tilt his head down, closing his eyes. His hot breath fanned against her sensitive skin as he exhaled, and then she felt his tongue on her, making her head roll back.
"Yash…"
He felt his pride swell at the guttural moan that escaped her lips when he swirled his tongue around her clit, flicking its sensitive tip. When he felt her fingers weave into his hair at the crown of his head, her nails scraping against his scalp, that's when he decided to take things up a notch and put those filed fingers to good use.
He ran them up and down her slit, coating them in the juices that poured from her opening. When he was satisfied, he slowly pushed them inside causing her to gasp and he paused, suddenly unsure of himself.
"Kags?"
"Don't stop," she pleaded, and he happily obliged. She wouldn't say that if he was doing something wrong.
He internally smiled and began pumping his fingers in and out of her as his tongue continued to lick and flick and drive her completely and utterly mad.
When had he gotten this good? It was hard to think - hard to hold onto reality. Her eyes wouldn't stay open. Her mind wouldn't focus. Everything was a fuzzy blur. Her world was unclear and filled with the haze of pleasure. Everything he was doing was inching her closer and closer to the precipice of an orgasm, and she was powerless against him.
Not that she even wanted to stop it.
Hell, she had been longing for this for...A very long time, that was for certain.
She felt him curl his fingers upwards, continuing to pump them in and out of her weeping core, as his other hand slid up her body, making its way to her breast. His fingers found her nipple and gently rolled it between his digits, pinching it on occasion just to get her to make this delicious little sound. He couldn't even describe it. It was somewhere between a mewl and a scream? But it was also hoarse and throaty and...fuck if he didn't want more of it.
...And more of something else.
He could feel her walls beginning to tremble around his fingers as she pleaded with him to keep going.
Don't stop.
Curl your fingers more—
Yes! That was the spot...Fuck!
Everything from her lips...the words, the sounds, the pants and gasps for air...the tremble in her belly and the gyrating of her hips as she tried to push herself more firmly against his lips…
It was all he ever wanted and he fucking loved every second of this moment between them.
It was perfect. Amazing.
It was...everything.
And she loved it. She tightened her fingers in his hair, trying to not hurt his ears as she nearly smashed herself into his mouth. God, either he was better than she remembered, or like a fine wine, he had only gotten better with age. She could feel her muscles tightening more and more with every move of his tongue. Every flick. Every thrust of his fingers. She was...Was…
It was so close...She could practically feel her release. She wanted it so badly...She wanted to tumble over that edge...She wanted to...To…
To…
He curled his fingers just a little more and gave her clit a particularly firm flick, and she screamed his name. Her orgasm swept across her body, her muscles spasming uncontrollably as he continued to pump his hand. He delighted in the juices pouring from her opening, feeling them slide down his hand and wrist as he continued to work her, unwilling to let her off her high just yet.
No. He was fucking determined to make her lose her goddamn mind. He needed this. Even if it was selfish, he needed to do it again. He needed to prove to himself that he could. That he could still be enough. He wanted to hear her scream his name as she came again.
He refused to stop until she cried a second time, her thighs clenching and tightening around his head as her second orgasm swept through her body, leaving her limp and boneless on the air mattress and begging him to stop. He felt one of the hands in his hair pulling his head up from her core, while the other tried swatting his still thrusting fingers away from her.
"Yash...Yash, please...Please…" she pleaded, her words coming out in weak puffs as she panted below him.
Hearing her like that brought him so much joy...He did that to her.
Him.
It was better than he remembered it.
Inuyasha smiled, tilting his head down to place a soft, wet, lingering kiss just above her sopping slit. Then one above it. He made his way up her body, slowly pressing kisses to her skin as he went. He paused at her navel, savoring the way her abdomen trembled beneath his lips for a moment, before kissing his way up her sternum. Between her breasts. He tasted the sweat of her collar bone. Her neck.
He loved every inch of her.
When he was finally eye to eye with her, he dipped his head down to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. He tenderly rubbed them together and leaned his forehead against hers. Inuyasha could feel her chest rising and falling beneath his as she continued to try to regulate her breathing, her pert nipples grazing against the skin of his chest.
"Inu-ya-sha," she panted, his name nothing more than a wisp of air parting her sweet lips.
He wanted to taste them again.
He tilted his head down, languidly kissing Kagome as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck to hold him to her. She could taste herself on him. She'd never done that before with anyone else. No one else had ever eaten her out like that and then wanted to kiss her after. It was…
It felt like she had a deeper connection with him, when he did that. Was that a weird thought to have? To think that things were different and deeper with him just because they were kissing after that? Maybe? But...also...perhaps not? It was a level of comfort. To her, it was a deeper intimacy. It was—
"How was that?" he asked nervously, almost like he didn't know what he had just done to her. He pressed his forehead back to hers, and she ran her hands down his bare back until her fingers touched the elastic band of his basketball shorts.
"How do you think it was?" She teased, unable to help herself. She felt his breath on her skin as he laughed, pulling himself down to lightly kiss her again.
"I think," he murmured against her slightly parted lips, "that I hope it was good…"
"Mmm…" she sighed, running her hands back up to behind his neck. She tilted her head up ever so slightly to kiss the tip of his nose before capturing his eyes with hers. "I think it was very good," she reassured, and the look of relief that spread across his face made her heart warm.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm Hmmm," she chuckled, and she felt him let out a little relieved laugh as well.
"Good," he sighed, leaning down to kiss her again, and she slid her hands down the muscular expanse of his back until her fingertips could toy with the band of his pants once more.
"Yash," she breathed, running her fingers along the elastic. "Are you...Ready?"
He pushed himself up onto his palms, the air mattress shifting below him, and she couldn't stop herself from looking down his body. She could see the thick hardness tenting his shorts, and she couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheek at the memories that flooded her mind. Memories of what that hardness looked like. Felt like in her hands. Tasted like in her mouth.
He swallowed thickly, pressing a knee on either side of her as he sat back onto his toes. The move only made the tent between his thighs that much more apparent. If he hadn't moved his hands to fiddle with the band, flipping it up and down against his skin as he nervously shifted his eyes to flit rapidly across hers, she would have removed the damn shorts herself.
Something was wrong. She could feel it.
"Yash, we don't have t—"
"—No! I want to," he blustered, tilting his head down once more to hide his eyes behind his bangs. "I just...Kagome," he exhaled nervously, forcing himself to look her in the eye again. "Do you mean what you said? A-about the c-condoms?"
"About not using one?" she pressed gently, and he nodded his head. He couldn't bring himself to tell her they'd been stolen by a fucking raccoon. It sounded like some bullshit line to get out of wearing one, but it was the truth! He couldn't make this shit up even if he tried!
"I promise, Yash. If you don't want to use one, we don't have to."
"You're sure," he asked one more time. "I-I was wrong about having some, and I don't mind...I can...Look, if you've changed your mind, it's fine, I'll just need a minute alone is all. Unless you wanna...Not that you have to! I jus—"
He stopped talking as she sat up, placing a hand over his mouth and another on the band of his pants. She watched the bob of his adam's apple in his throat as he swallowed, and she tried to smile reassuringly at him in response...to hopefully calm him down, and also let him see the truth in her eyes.
"Inuyasha. I promise you I'm fine with this if you are. Are you fine with this?"
He could only swallow and nod.
"Then I'm fine with this, ok?"
"Ok," he whispered, and she dropped her other hand to his hip, tucking her fingers under the band of his pants.
"Can I?"
"Y-yeah."
She slowly pushed the fabric down over his hips, watching as his cock sprang free from the confines of his shorts and the fabric pooled around his knees. She watched his abdomen stop moving as his length was exposed, lightly bobbing as the fabric was pulled over his sex. The hardness that stood proudly before her was just as she remembered it. From the reddish color of his skin to the shape and thickness of his girth...time hadn't dulled her memory, it seemed.
As she silently examined him, he tried to calm himself. It was hard to, though. He wanted to know what was going on inside her head. Did she like what she saw? What if she had been with other men she liked more? What if he didn't measure up? What if he was small in comparison? What if she was silently judging the trim job? What if she liked more hair? Hardwood floors?
Oh god.
Had he fucked up? Did he do too much? Not enough?
Did she hate what she saw?
"How's it h-hanging?" he joked nervously, trying to distract himself. He couldn't spiral and mess this up. He wouldn't.
"A little to the left."
"A little to the…" he whispered, completely stunned.
She reached up and ran her fingertips from his shoulders down his pectorals, watching as his skin quivered beneath her touch.
"Yeah," she murmured softly, running her fingers down his abdomen and nearing the hardness protruding from the apex of his thighs. "A little to the left. Same as always," she continued, leaning forward to kiss the junction of his neck.
His eyes drifted shut as his body relaxed slightly, a breathy chuckle parting his lips.
She was just joking with him.
"Is that a good thing?" he whispered, feeling her fingers dance across the deep V of muscle pointing towards his groin that had been carved into his body. He still wasn't sure if she liked what she saw. He was so scared still that he would disappoint her now that she had been with others men, he—
"I think so. You were a stud when we were younger. A wild stallion."
She liked it. He mentally sighed in relief as a part of him relaxed. She wouldn't have said that if she found him unattractive now.
"I was hardly wild," he snorted. "You could tame me with just a look."
"Mmm...Just a look huh," she teased, running her hands further down his body and across the insides of his thighs. He loved the feel of her hands on his body. His skin. Exploring the old terrain like it was new. His eyes briefly fluttered shut as he felt her nails gently scrape against his skin. "I wonder what I could do with just touch, then…"
"Whatever you damn well please," he murmured huskily, watching as her hands inched closer and closer to his cock.
"That so?" she pressed, smoothing her hands back down his thighs, and it took all of his willpower to swallow the groan welling up within his throat.
"Yeah. It is."
She glanced down his body and saw his cock jump a little as he spoke, and it made her smile.
He was so ready for her. His body was aching. Pleading. At complete attention. She wanted to ease some of it.
"Can I touch you again, Yash?"
She wanted to feel him and she wanted him to relax...And she thought that this would help.
"You don't want to just…"
"You're tense," she observed, taking in his overall posture. Back straight. Muscles taught. "This shouldn't be stressful, and I've missed touching you," she soothed honestly.
"I...Ok…Yeah," he nodded. "Do you want me to...Kneel or lay down or sit or—"
"—You can lay down," she interrupted, moving a bit more off to the side to give him room to kick off his pants and readjust his position. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing as he smacked and fluffed his pillow, trying to get comfortable before just giving in and stretching out his body along the bed.
"Is this good?"
He was so nervous. He had no idea what to expect, and whatever it was, he didn't know how much he could take…
"Perfect," she murmured, her eyes hooded as she looked over his body. He looked so delicious…She wanted to taste him. She moved herself to straddle his lower body, pressing his cock between her slick folds, and his head rolled back. It felt so good. He wanted her to sink down onto him...or better yet, flip them over and impale her on his dick over and over and over again…
"Please...You...You gotta make this fast Kags," he begged, his eyes drifting shut. "I don't think I can handle much right now."
His confession warmed her heart, and she couldn't help but second guess herself. He'd told her before they started that it had been a while. He'd said he didn't think he could last long. He had been honest with her about all of that from the start.
Maybe she would need to take a raincheck on that later.
"Should we just...move into the...Should I…"
His nervousness was catching apparently.
"Do you want to just have sex now then? Let me touch you later?"
He didn't want to deprive her, but also…
"I promise, you can do whatever you want to me later, Kagome."
She liked that compromise.
"Mmmm...whatever I want, huh? I like the sound of that."
"I mean, don't start getting no crazy ideas here…"
"So I can't shove a pinecone up your ass?"
The abhorred look on his face made her giggle.
"I...What?!"
"Oh come on, it could be fun!"
"For who?"
"Both of us."
"Only one of us would enjoy that, and it ain't gonna be me," he scowled, and she leaned down onto her elbows, resting one on either side of his head. Her breasts pressed into his chest, before she settled comfortably against him, and he couldn't help but notice just how perfect they fit together.
Like pieces of a jigsaw.
They simply belonged, even after all this time.
"You don't know until you try...Anything's a dildo if you're brave enough…"
That actually made him let out a deep, full bodied laugh, and he wrapped his arms around her back, keeping her there. He smoothed his hands up and down her bare skin, feeling the heat of her body against his palms.
"What if I ain't that brave?"
"We can get you there. Maybe start small."
"Oh yeah? With what?"
"Baby corn?"
"Oh god...You're so gross!"
"You asked," she smirked, moving a hand to stroke the velvety fur along the tip of his ear. "We could always start smaller…"
"Or we could just try it on you first," he countered, rolling them over unexpectedly, making her squeal as he put himself on top of her. "We did pack some corn on the cob, didn't we?"
"Oh we're not shoving an ear of corn up my ass!"
"Who was talking about your ass? I always heard that country girls make due...in other locations..."
"We aren't shoving it up there either!"
"So...what do ya want me to shove up there?" he smirked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it anyways. And she knew it too.
"I want you, Yash. Just you."
Just him.
They were soft, loving words that made his heartache. Words he had wanted to hear for years. Words he had fantasized over a thousand times in a thousand ways.
"Are you ready?" she breathed, moving her hands to run down his back, and he nodded.
"Yeah...I just...Kagome," he began nervously, making sure he captured her eyes and held them as he spoke. "I need to hear you say it. Just one more time. You're sure about this? It ain't too late ta say no, but...once we get started I...I don't think I can stop…"
"Then don't stop."
"Kagome," he breathed, searching her face and smoothing her bangs away from her eyes. "You're sure? I'm not pressuring you? We can stop right now, I swear...I won't be upset or nothing…"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, the movement causing her lips to part and the tip of his penis to slip a bit further down. It felt so good...fuck, did it feel so fucking good...He'd never done this before without a condom...He had no way of knowing if all women felt this way, or if it was just Kagome that made him feel like he was seconds from cuming.
"I want you, Inuyasha...And I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
He felt a hand snake its way between their bodies, lining him up with her opening.
That was all he needed.
He slowly pushed himself inside, keeping his eyes glued to her face as he did it. He wanted to remember every second of this. The way her eyes drifted shut. The way her lips parted ever so slightly as she swallowed his girth. The way the warm, golden sunlight highlighted her brow and cheeks. Her lashes and nose. The way it lit her hair fanned out around her head on fire, making her look like a goddess surrounded by a fiery halo. The way her breath audibly caught in her throat as he seated himself fully within her.
He wanted to remember all of the feelings too. The ones in his chest, telling him over and over again that this was real. All of this was real. The ones bursting with joy that they could finally - after years of longing and wishing and wanting - be one. His heart felt like it would burst because this level of intimacy hadn't been possible for so, so long...And it was extraordinary.
And the way she felt around him…
Fuck!
She was so hot and wet and tight and...he could feel her muscles adjusting around him. Every little quiver and tremble...It was hard to not just charge straight ahead and piston his hips forward until his orgasm claimed him.
But he needed a second. He wanted to savor this feeling for as long as he could...Because he could never have this moment again. He'd never have another first time with her.
And honestly…
The thought made him giddy. Because after the first time, there was the second and third and fourth and fifth...Because that was an option now.
They now shared that level of intimacy, and their boundaries had now been expanded to encompass physical love on this level.
And he fucking loved it.
And so did she.
The feeling of him inside her. Filling her. Stretching her. Making her feel so complete and satisfying the deep ache within her...If this was what had been waiting for her, she didn't know why she had rejected him all those times before. He felt so good inside of her. There had been this dull longing within her core as he pleasured her before. Something that his fingers couldn't fulfill. Something that was deeper and craved for something thicker and...more…
His cock certainly filled that bill. She hadn't realized it until he was inside of her, but his girth was more than she was used to. Others she had thought were large before were, in fact, not nearly as large as him. It wasn't difficult to accept him into her body, but she would be lying to herself if she also said that he wasn't going to be a bit more of a challenge. Every inch of him reached parts deep within that she was unused to with someone flesh and blood.
She loved it. Loved the throbbing ache she could feel within her core. Loved how while he satisfied her, his cock and made her want more. Want the sweet friction that would come when he began to move…
It made her crave that next further level of intimacy. The one where her nails raked down his back as she screamed his name.
It wasn't just the physical that drove her crazy too. It was more than that.
She had tried to keep her eyes open as he slid inside her, but she couldn't. It was too much. The emotions...the physical feelings...All of it. This is what should have happened that first time. She should have been with him. Someone who cared and would do anything for her...someone who waited until she was good and ready and then checked with her seventy times before taking their own pleasure, no matter how annoying it was on some level...She'd said yes. Just put it in already...But also…
That level of consideration was part of why she loved him. His need to make sure she was ok. That she was fine with this. She loved that about him. She loved that he was putting her first. That he would do anything for her. That even at the last second, he was telling her that they could stop and he would be fine with it. His need to make sure that he wasn't pushing her too far.
These were all the actions of a man who cared about her.
A man who wasn't going to use her and never talk to her again.
They were the actions of someone who saw her. Who wanted and cared about her.
She wasn't a notch on his bedpost. She wasn't just another lay. She was special to him. She was everything. And he was everything to her too. Being able to show him that...Show him how deeply she cared about him on every level...It made her heart so full. It was hard to look at him and contain those emotions. It was even harder for her to accept a truth that she had known for so long, and yet was avoiding as best she could until now.
He was her home...because they simply belonged together.
Feeling him inside her. Stretching her. Filling her. Making her feel so complete…
There was no way she could deny that.
They were Kagome and Inuyasha.
Inuyasha and Kagome.
They were simply meant to be...And there was simply no point in denying any of that.
Nor was there any point in denying that realizing that, and feeling that was making her eyes well up behind closed eyelids.
"Kagome?" he pressed softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. His voice was strained like it was hard for him to fight his instinct and begin moving, but he was doing just that.
She opened her eyes and felt a lone tear roll down the side of her face despite that, and she gave him a watery smile.
"I'm fine, Inuyasha," she reassured, cupping his own face. His eyes fluttered shut as her thumb gently and tenderly caressed the side of his face, feeling his muscles relax beneath her touch. "I was just overwhelmed by it all. It's a…"
Big moment. A huge milestone. Something that she would never forget, no matter what the future had in store for them.
"I know," he murmured gently, lovingly wiping the tear away from her skin. "Me too."
It was a lot. And he was the only person in the world who could understand exactly what she was feeling. Because he was feeling everything too. He felt her slip her hand from his cheek to the nape of his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
Slow. Sweet. Languid. Reassuring…Then slowly it built into more.
It grew in fire and intensity as her nails pricked the skin of his neck. As her teeth grazed the flesh of his lower lip. As their tongues slipped into each other's mouths. It rekindled the intense fire in his blood. Made her silently beg for something more. Made them need more than just a kiss.
He didn't ask this time as he moved them forward.
She had said yes enough times that he knew what her answer was from the bottom of his heart as he slowly retracted his hips before sinking into her again. That first bit of friction between their bodies nearly did him in.
"Kagome," he whimpered, moving his head to rest on her pillow at the junction of her shoulder.
"Inuyasha…"
She knew what it was without him expressing it further.
It was good.
And more than that.
It was right.
He repeated the motion and she turned her head to kiss the side of his face as she felt his shaky exhale against her shoulder.
It was so good. Better than he ever imagined it, and when he did it again, a sound he was ashamed of clawed its way out of the back of his throat.
"Yash," she murmured, kissing his shoulder and running her hands up and down his back. His movements so far were slow. His thrusts were broken up by long pauses. It felt good, but it wasn't "nails raking how his back, biting her lip, eyes rolling" good.
"Kags," he mumbled against her skin, kissing her neck before pushing himself back up onto his arms. When she looked into his face, she saw the tightness in his features. The restraint. The nervousness.
"It's ok," she encouraged, smoothing her hands up to his shoulders and to the back of his neck. "We can't mess this up, ok?"
A breathy chuckle parted his lips as he dipped his head down, kissing her forehead. Then the tip of her nose. Then her lips.
"I don't deserve you," he sighed against her, his lips brushing against hers with every little movement.
"You got that backwards, Yash."
His lips instantly locked with hers, knocking the air from her lungs as he registered what she had said. His lips could make her world fuzzy. Her body tingly. And then he moved his hips. She moaned into the kiss as he began to do it again and again until he broke away from her panting.
His face was screwed up, his eyes closed despite himself. He wanted to watch her. See the sway of her breasts. Watch his cock as it disappeared into her pussy, but everything was too much. The sensations. The emotions. He'd just started and he already felt so close…
"Yash," she moaned as the tip of his cock brushed against a particularly sweet spot within her. "Do that again," she pleaded, and he whimpered out his acknowledgment of her request. He felt so good inside of her. What he was hitting within...She had already been so sensitive. But now, what he was hitting was building that same tension in her lower belly that she had felt earlier when his head had been between her thighs.
She felt the air mattress shift and heard it squeak as he lifted himself up a bit more. The white fang on his necklace brushed against her heated skin, making her shiver as he tried to find that same angle.
"H-how's t-this?" Inuyasha asked, retracting his hips and thrusting back inside her.
"You found it," she moaned lowly, kneading the muscles of his shoulders as her eyes drifted shut. "Do it again," she beseeched, and he obliged, seeking out that same spot again.
Her breathy exhale told him that he was on the right track, and he continued to aim for it. He wanted to try and remember this angle for the future. He was drawing all sorts of sounds from her that he wanted to hear again and again...and she could feel that build slowly happening in her. Her eyes drifted shut as pinpricks of pleasure spread out across her body. The coil was slowly tightening, as were her walls.
With every thrust, he could feel the pressure around his cock tightening. She was clenching and unclenching almost as if she were trying to take him deeper, or keep him from pulling away. He forced his eyes open to look down their bodies at the place they joined, and instantly realized his mistake.
He was so close…
Too close…
And that wasn't helping.
He needed a distraction. He wasn't about to cum yet, no matter how close he was...and he was already teetering on the edge. He should think of something else. Try to forget the beautiful sight of the woman below him. The way her breasts swayed with every thrust. The way her skin flushed pink in the golden light. The way her lips were parted as she gasped for air.
Fuck!
Presidents. He should name presidents. George Washington. Who came after him? Andrew Jackson? No that didn't feel right...Alexander Hamilton? Wait...was he even a president?
Maybe math. Math felt easier.
Just work through his sevens…
7x3 is 21…
7x4 is 28…
7x5 is…
"Thirty-five…"
"What?"
"N-nothing!" he panted, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I just...Kags…I-I'm so close...And you aren't…"
"Then let go."
He had to have misheard that, and he paused, swallowing.
"Kags…"
"It's ok, Inuyasha," she soothed, cupping his cheek. He felt her thumb gently run along his sweaty skin, encouraging him to look at her.
"Kagome," he breathed, and she smiled radiantly up at him. She was brighter and more beautiful than the sunrise before them.
"Let go, Yash. It's ok," she encouraged, and he exhaled shakily at her words. At the vision below him. At...what he hoped...was love in her eyes…
He didn't respond other than to claim her lips with his. He tried to convey everything he was feeling into that kiss...and it was...A lot. His adoration for her...His awe...His appreciation...His love...He swore he felt her responding in kind with all of those same feelings, and he increased his speed. Began pistoning his hips into hers at a pace that made her fingers dig into his skin.
He could feel that tingle intensifying. The beginning of his orgasm.
"Kagome…"
"Cum for me, Yash," she encouraged, his thrusts making her whole body shake and her voice tremble as he increased his pace. "Let go, Baby…Let go for me..."
Soft, delicate fingers wove into his hair, rubbing the base of his ear, and the last vestiges of his control snapped. Waves of pleasure swept through his body as he roared his release, cuming far too soon for his liking.
"Yash," she breathed, feeling the thick ropes of his cum spill inside her as he slowed his movements before going completely still. His face was twisted in pleasure, his eyes completely scrunched shut, and she swore she was going to remember that look for the rest of her life. The look of sinful bliss. The way his fangs glinted in the morning light as intelligible sounds spilled out.
When he stilled, she ran her hands up and down his back, waiting for him to breathe again. Waiting for him to open his eyes. Waiting for him to say something. When he did, she swore she saw love in them Etched across his face. In the lines of his mouth. The crinkling of his eyes and his forehead…
"Kagome...I'm sor—"
"—Don't," she breathed. She didn't want to hear his regret at letting go this soon. It was ok. Really.
"You're only human, Yash," she teased, and that made him relax a little, his body collapsing onto hers before rolling them onto their sides. Her leg snaked around his waist as his arms wrapped around her back. They were a mess of hot, sweaty limbs...their bodies completely slack and satiated in ways that they hadn't been in a long time. Their hearts whole in ways that they hadn't been in…
Years…
"Only half-human," he murmured, pulling her naked form a little tighter to his. "Next time will be better, I swear Darling…"
Unless she'd changed her mind? Oh God...had he…
"Assuming you want a next time," he blurted before he could let dark thoughts consume himself.
"Assuming I...Of course, Yash," she giggled, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose. "Next time will be better, and the time after that will be even better than that…"
And she believed it. The more comfortable they became, the better things would get, and the more sex they had, the better for that resistance of his. Not that she could or would complain. She already felt plenty satisfied.
"Yeah?"
"Mmmhmmm," she murmured, tilting her face up in a silent invitation for him to kiss her. He readily responded, claiming her lips in a sweet, slow, languid kiss. She felt his breath against her skin as he slowly exhaled when they parted, his fingers winding into her hair to massage her scalp. It made her sigh in contentment and a smile spread across his face.
They laid together, for a moment in complete silence, perfectly content to simply hold one another for a moment longer before he found himself opening his mouth to ask a question that was burning him alive.
"Did you like it?"
"Did I like it," she teased, leaning forward to give him a sweet, lingering kiss. "Yeah," she breathed against his lips. "I liked it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she promised, kissing him again, and he coaxed her into deepening it this time. His hands smoothed across the bare skin of her arms, and when they parts, she sighed in contentment.
"You didn't...though...Did you? This last time?"
"Mm? Didn't what?" she pressed, snuggling into him, and he felt his cheeks go bright red.
"I didn't...make you cum…"
"Oh."
That. Of course.
"No, but it was still good. Especially at the end...You were really hitting something good in there…"
"But you didn't cum," he pressed, and she shook her head.
"But it's ok. I promise."
Like hell it was!
He pulled away from her and crawled back over her body, much to her surprise.
"Yash, what are yo—"
"—I didn't make you cum. So I'm gonna fix that."
He...what?! Shouldn't she at least clean down there first?!
"Yash, wait...You don't need to...And you just...in...I…"
He wasn't listening.
"I'm not stopping unless you really want me to, Kags…" he murmured, bringing himself to lay between her thighs. His fingers were already smoothing up and down her lips, making a shiver of delight run up her spine. "Do you want me to stop?"
She swallowed, looking down into his eyes and pushed herself up onto her elbows, drawing him in for another languid kiss. When they parted, the tip of her nose brushed against his, and she decided then and there that she never wanted to deny him anything if she could help it. Especially since he had managed to rebuild the ache in her core after her second orgasm.
"Never."
A/N: PHEW. FINALLY GOT THIS UP. THE SMUT. THE ONE WE HAVE WAITED OVER A YEAR FOR. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!
I also wanted to thank whoever nommed this fic for Best Romance and Best AU over at the FC! I'm DEEPLY honored and touched! YOU ARE AMAZING!
I do not recall when voting for that starts...But if you enjoy this fic, please consider it for those categories when the time comes, and make sure to check out the other great work nominated there! : D
AND SPECIAL THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER!
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Two new things on the horizon...
Indigo Hues! It's a birthday fic for Clearwillow, and should be here in May. I'm on chapter 6. I started it on 4/3. I'm halfway done (I think), so this is a short one!
Summary:
His world was black and white - shades of grey, cold and empty and devoid of any real beauty. Despite this, Inuyasha followed his passion to become a beloved painter. People were intrigued by the way he used his unique handicap to his advantage. He's been working for most of his career to get into an exclusive gallery known as Indigo Hues…But there's a little snag on opening night.
His world painfully bursts with color because he's found his soulmate, and now, with the help of his brother Sesshomaru, he needs to make a choice - find her and learn to cope with the excruciating pain of seeing in color, or choose his career and the one thing that makes him unique.
Petits Délices is now live and my very insanely late secret Santa for Kalcia. I am the actual worst. I own up to this...
Summary:
She moved to Paris for work and to be with Jean. It had made total sense at the time. They loved each other, right? ...Or...Maybe not...Now she's broken-hearted and alone in a country where she's not even fluent in the language. Maybe the patisserie she lives above will help her heart heal...Or the cute half-demon who runs the place...
I hope you enjoy them!
Until next time!
-LL