Caress
The pale, white crescent moon shone high in the sky outside, emitting light that assisted the decorating small, twinkling stars scattered over the broad, night-darkened area. The nocturnal creatures that roamed around raised their noses into the air and sniffed the essence of the earth, paying no heed to the dimly lit room that housed two embracing youths inside. In the room, shadowy silhouette of their forms merged into one as their bodies instinctively moved toward each other, both seeking warmth and comfort. Trembling hands arose to delicately cup the rough, lean surface of twin cheeks, and the corresponding owner emitted a soft sigh into her partner's mouth.
His arms slid up in immediate response and his hands covered over hers, pressing them more intently against his skin, as his lips continued to gently caress her. He was kissing the auburn-haired girl as if it were granting his last wish, the one last thing he wanted to do before dying, just to hold her and have the feel of her mouth yielding underneath his. In his mind, he whispered her name multiple times, but dared not to say it aloud, for fearing that she would be able to detect the hint of barely contained passion in his voice. At the moment, all he could content himself with were the little cries she would release periodically, and the sudden warmness that filled his heart, making his pulse accelerate.
Dizzy with desire, the ninja had to keep reminding himself to maintain control of his actions, and resisted the urge to remove his hands from hers so that he could explore the curves of her body. It was far too tempting to have her this close to him, and not be allowed to do anything else besides kiss her; he ached to taste more of her sweetness, knowing that it lied beyond the softness of her lips. His fingers quivered when he prevented them from journeying down along her face, uncertain of what reaction would be invoked within him if he dared move a single bit. Impatient with his restraint and starving for her touch, his arousal called to his attention, especially when he felt the cotton material of his white robe surrounding the sensitive organ.
Finally, in their dazed states, it was she that broke off the insistent kiss and filled the silence by speaking first, although it sounded more like a breathless gasp; "Kenji…"
Just hearing the silent plea in her tone made him shudder in effort of continuing to hold his emotions back, and he could not suppress the need in his voice as he whispered back, "Yes, Uriko…?"
"I…" She gazed into his eyes, and he could see her bottomless brown pools filled with compassion, adoration, and perhaps a hint of yearning for him, the same feeling he had for her. "I still want you to kiss me."
He chuckled lowly, and then unconsciously turned that into a growl when he murmured, "No, you don't, dear kitten. This is just the beginning of what I want to… what I want to do to you…"
"So then, do it." Uriko stated simply, taking her hands off of his cheeks so that she could cross her arms over her chest and challenge him wordlessly.
"Hm. Well, if you insist…" came his partially threatening-sounding reply.
Without waiting for her to respond to that, the male student leaned forward and captured her lips, while at the same time removing her arms from her bosom to snatch a hold of her wrists. Holding them hostage against his lean, pectoral muscles, Kenji almost smirked at her easily succumbing to his fiery kiss, her mouth opening to allow him entry. Tentatively, he slid his tongue into her moistness, and began a slow exploration of her insides, wrestling for dominance when he came into contact with her soft pink muscle. No victory came of the outcome, but the two danced together in a tantalizing waltz that left them both breathless and even more intoxicated with need.
This is just the beginning… his mind repeated, in silent mockery of his earlier stated phrase. Ignoring the unimportant voice, the dark-haired male briefly squeezed her hands before releasing them, only to move his fingers to the area next to her throat, and he gripped a steady hold of her shoulders. In silent response, she encircled his neck with her arms, splaying her palms against the lower back of his head, pressing herself against him securely. By reflex, Kenji felt his fists curl up into a ball, causing a bit of the girl's cotton robe to be encased in his palm, and he inwardly cursed at his subconscious attempt of trying to expose more of her naked skin. His hazy brown eyes were burning with need, the flames of desire licking at the sides of his eyes, almost seemingly leaping out to snatch his companion.
No… I…I can't, not without her permission…! The ninja restrained his head from shaking in denial, not wanting to alarm his friend and make her think that anything was wrong. But the way that he tensed his muscles made her freeze, and pull back away from him slightly, her chocolate-colored irises peering at him in concern, with a sliver of curiosity. When she turned to glance at her shoulders, one and then the other, Uriko got an idea of what he was worrying about, and a soft smile graced her lips. Trying to prevent her body from trembling in apprehension, she grasped his wrists gently, and slid them underneath the collar of her white attire, feeling a tingle jolt through her nerves at the feel of her bare flesh touching his own.
It seemed as though he had the same reaction, especially since he suddenly shivered at that moment, but began to leisurely move his hand around, testing the smoothness of her skin. Her silky texture made his fingers push down a bit insistently, craving to unveil and explore more of her, yet he merely traced light circles, edging toward her throat. Brushing a spot where he wanted to kiss, Kenji bent his head down and briefly grazed her neck with his teeth, lightly biting, with the thudding vibration of her pulse lingering on his lips. His eyes narrowed as a dark part of his mind urged him to become bolder, and he unwittingly complied, drawing a line of kisses along her quivering flesh, all the way up to her chin.
The feline mewed in approval and curled her arms around the back of his head again, holding him closer to her throat, where he willingly parted his lips to lightly lick her. Firmly placing his mouth on her neck, his teeth poised as if to bite the girl, he sucked her strongly, groaning quietly as he tasted her soft flavor and she seemed to agree with her own tiny cries. Retracting from the area moments later, the ninja gazed at the small red mark that now was etched into her skin, and a wicked smile formed at the sudden possessiveness he felt. It was almost like he had branded her as his own, and strangely, he felt no reluctance at the thought of claiming her for himself, although there was slight guilt pricking at his conscience.
Mine… A sniggering voice whispered in his head that sounded much like his own. My Uriko. Not Cronos', mine, my kitten, no one else's.
To emphasis his point, Kenji suddenly felt the need to show a little more aggression as he slipped his hands underneath the robe that his companion was wearing, around her throat, and pushed the open folds off of her shoulders, where it slid down to her elbows. He heard her gasp softly as he ran his trembling hands along the curve of her neck, and gently guided them lower, massaging her arms and occasionally using his fingertips to lightly tickle her skin. She giggled in delight, shifting her position so that she could scratch the back of his neck, and cooed in his ear when he pushed aside the last portion of cotton sleeves that clothed her lower arms and wrists.
Just as the male student was going to travel toward the area above her bosom, Uriko suddenly moved back, laughing sweetly, giving him a sly wink at his eagerness. Shadows danced across his face, partially shading his expression, so she could not be sure of what emotions were spiraling within him, but there was no hiding the longing in his hazy pupils. She raised a finger to her lips, silencing any protest he would voice, and felt his eyes follow in the direction of her hands, which she placed onto the knot loosely securing her robe. Unknown to the auburn-haired girl, his eyes widened when she untied the bind, and started to shrug the attire off of her shoulders.
"Wait." He spoke up just before the cloak slid down her arms.
"What's wrong?" She inquired, looking at him curiously, but granted his request and kept a hold on her robe to prevent it from completely falling away from her upper body.
"Uriko… are you sure you want to do this? With me…?" His eyes searched hers in question, revealing his insecurity and slight fear.
"You're afraid…" she realized after reading the emotions lingering in his dark-colored irises. "But… why?"
"If…if you want to stop later on," he began, his voice lowering with each passing second, "I-I worry that I won't be able to restrain myself after we pass a certain point…"
A quiet giggle escaped from her lips as the girl gazed at him compassionately. "Oh, is that all? Kenji, don't worry, really. I'm a little nervous too, but that's because I…I want this to happen. If I didn't… then don't you think I would have stopped you a long time ago…?" And what about last weekend, hmm? An inner snigger brought a frown to mar her brows.
"Our own special night…?" Kenji asked huskily, allowing his gaze to quickly dart down and peer at the curves that formed her cleavage, and the rest of her bosom that was just a bit away from being exposed.
"Yes…" she whispered back in reply, tilting her head back when his hands gripped the open folds of her robe in his fists, and hesitated before pushing them aside. He gently tugged the cotton white sleeves along her lower arm and wrists, letting her shift so that she could shed the article of clothing completely, which drifted freely, descending to the mattress, then continuing down to the floor. Now his eyes could explore the sight of her upper body of their own will, but yet he futilely tried to turn his face to the side and respect her privacy. Deciding to coax him into looking at her, the feline placed a hand on his cheek in gentle persuasion and he eventually pivoted back to glance at her again.
Left clad in nothing but a pair of underwear with pale gray flowers designing the article of clothing, the young feline ducked her head down to hide the rosy pink blush creeping up over her cheeks. She was unsure of what reaction invoked in him from her newly bared skin, and felt too shy and timid to look him in the eye to see his reaction. But when the quiet moments dragged on, she grew acutely aware of his rhythmic breathing growing slightly strained, as if he were direly trying to keep his emotions in check, his mood nonchalant. Blushing furiously, Uriko allowed herself to barely glance up and shyly sneak a look at her friend, surprise prickling the hair on her skin when she realized that he was staring at her, crimson flames of unspoken passion burning in his dark eyes.
Take her. Take her now. Came the sudden command that echoed in his mind, and he shook his head frantically, refusing to give into the primal urges threatening to tweak with his actions. Even with his conscientiousness, he wanted to steal back his heart, which lay dormant in her secure chambers, her very essence toying with his soul, threatening his hold on his very stability and control. The ninja groaned at the thought, and unconsciously, his hand lifted of its own accord and reached for his female companion, settling itself in the valley between her breasts. She inhaled sharply at the contact, and he retracted his arm, inwardly scolding himself for moving to touch her without even getting her consent first.
Just as he glanced at her face and noticed she was about to open her mouth to presumably assure him of his actions, he blurted out all of a sudden, "You're beautiful."
The Kenpo student blushed pleasantly, and previous words of protest died at her lips when he brought his hands to her sides, and ran his fingers along her smooth curves, his touch so light and delicate that it made a pang of tenderness tug at her heart. She reveled in his tentative displays, and how his shyness invoked a gentle air around him, chasing away the dark shadows of his past, as if this sweet, sensitive aura had always lingered within her friend. It seemed impossible for the girl to comprehend and absorb the reality that her friend was once a ruthless assassin, and had the blood of his victims drowning his pores, possessed the dark, sinister look of a merciless killer. His actions now, the way he touched her so slowly and delicately in deliberate consideration of her feelings, completely booted out the doubts of his person from the suspicious mind of her conscience.
Periodically, she caught his eyes shooting quick glances at her chest, then immediately averting elsewhere; she grinned at his shyness, and began to lean back, lowering all the way until she was lying on the bed. Enchanted by the way she beckoned him with a slightly crooked finger, and not to mention the coy glint sparkling in her chocolate brown irises, he was helpless to do anything but follow her invitation. Still clothed in his own bathrobe, Kenji descended over her slender figure, hearing her mew softly when the cotton material tickled her sensitive skin as their bodies pressed together. Smirking a bit, he purposely rubbed himself against her, while bringing his head toward hers and sealing her mouth with his lips, absorbing a breathy cry that had just been about to escape.
Torture… oh, sweet torture… she thought dazedly, sliding her hand over to his biceps as he stopped moving after a couple of eternal moments, and lifted his face away from hers, allowing her to sigh dreamily. She could see the waves of his dark hair moving down past her chin and the brief feel of his lips on her neck, kissing his way along her throat, traveling all the more lower. Her breath catching, Uriko waited to find out where he was going, and when his bangs brushed across the upper curve of her breasts, she closed her eyes in surrender. Heat fanned her skin, making her heart pound frantically in anxiety, but she was surprised that he remained still, unmoving at all, save for his inhaling and exhaling that flowed more warmth on her flesh.
Finally, he moved, and pressed a gentle kiss directly on her nipple, his lips lightly brushing against her smooth, lilac-scented skin, then allowed just the tip of his tongue to protrude out and barely lick her. With a breathless mew, the sixteen-year-old female arched her back, feeling the long, luscious waves of her hair spill over her shoulders, and the grip she had on his arm squeezed him in silent encouragement. Releasing a shuddering sigh of nervousness, the mole zoanthrope shifted his body to rest on his knees, and raised his head up from her a little ways before slowly placing both of his hands on her breasts, with her pink-tipped peaks stabbing the center of his palms. His fingers kneaded her soft mounds, occasionally flicking his thumbs over her hardened aureoles, arousing tension that began to build up inside him, fueled by her cries that were meek by her own restraint.
Kenji groaned when she started to writhe upon the bed restlessly, her upper thighs unintentionally rubbing against his stiffened length at occasional times, and even though he was shielded by the robe, the reaction was not any different as if it were bare skin contact. He shushed her soothingly, and gripped a strong hold of her arms with both of his hands, holding them and pining her down to the mattress as he bent his head to her chest and drew a quivering breast into his mouth. Flicking at the erect nipple with his wet tongue, he felt the girl tremble violently, as if she was struggling to hold onto her self-control. The warmth between the apex of her thighs was enticing his shaft, making him ache and crave to sheathe himself inside of her, yet still he held back, just barely.
The feline attempted to slip her forearms out of his imprisonment, and was surprised at how intently he kept his grasp, but that thought quickly flew out of her mind when he changed to holding her down with his elbows, and began to tease her breasts with both lips and hands. Wailing loudly into the otherwise quiet night, her body twisted instinctively, and her back raised up to press herself closer to the pleasure he was silently promising with his caresses. Moans emitted from deep within her throat when Kenji removed himself from the soft twin mounds of her bosom, and continued traveling down her smooth skin, pausing to nudge her bellybutton with the tip of his nose. Her struggling finally paid off, as his grip loosened, and she was able to free her arms after some time, her hands immediately reaching for his chest to reflect what he had done to her.
Her eyes flying open, she grasped his shoulders, and pulled his form up, splaying her fingers on the area of his lean, hard muscles, scouring to seek and find his flat male nipples and she eagerly rubbed them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Pleased with his hiss of approval, Uriko let a seductive smile curl her lips and lightly trickled her fingertips past his flat abdomen, and play with the area around his waist as well. Just as she was nearing the sensitive part of her friend that made him a man, he instantly snatched both of her wrists in a vice-like grip and brought them up to the level of his throat and shoulders. He shook his head silently, indicating how close he was to being pushed over the edge, and undoubtedly would have been if she had touched him.
Her acute nerves tingled with apprehension when the mole zoanthrope lowered his position and pressed his lips below her bellybutton, resuming his journey down her body. He did not stop until he reached the warmth of her private entrance, and she gasped when his fingers dug underneath the strap of her undergarments. With an apologetic whisper, he stripped her of her remaining article of clothing, and let it drop to the floor next to where her robe lay, and nuzzled her spidery dark curls with his nose, brushing them away from what he was striving toward. She shivered in delight and anticipation of what he was going to do to her, wondering if he would have enough courage and be bold enough to actually carry it through. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly once again, and her hearing senses picked up the sound of his harsh breathing, seeming as if he was trying to slow down the tempo.
Leaning in closely, he took a moment to inhale her musky womanly scent, then parted his lips to pleasure her; his hot tongue slid past her delicate folds and surrounded a small nub. Unsure of what that was, he brushed against it with the tip of his lingua, trying to see if he would evoke any reaction from her the auburn-haired girl, in which she lurched up in reflex. Taking her motion as an encouragement indicating for him to continue, he slowed his strokes, teasing her sensitive clitoris, laving it over and over, inwardly shuddering with fervor; he liked her taste. While she echoed multiple soft cries of rapture at the delicious, unfamiliar sensations, he could feel her warm inner walls dampen, and the ninja was barely able to suppress a throaty groan himself.
His embraces had awakened every nerve in her form, stimulating new feelings and instinctive reflexives she'd not yet ensued before - their previous encounter a week prior had been a bit too rushed for her to have accountable responses. Ticklish tingles trickled through her veins, coupled with the passionate fervor that warmed her blood and made the young feline feel as if she were melting into the soft mattress the two lied upon. Struck with this new passion, she arched her back, trying to get closer to the delicious feeling, her hands groping through empty air to snag a hold of him, and clutch his lean, muscular forearms for level, as she felt like she was floating.
Ascending into the dreamy white clouds in her subconscious mind, she was being bathed in royal golden sunlight as Kenji encircled her feminine pearl and began to lusciously tease her to a torturous state of plea. She responded to the slick, heated contact with breathy, feverish mews that elicited from deep within her throat, fueling his desire and driving him to stop the light flicking and teasing from his tongue. A carnal impulse wracked his consciousness as he began to hungrily suckle her nub, his nostril senses drawing in the musky, erotic scent of her arousal. Emitting more soft, feline mewling cries, the auburn-haired girl quickly covered her mouth with her hands when a fiery explosion erupted within her body as he brought her to a blistering hot climax, causing her to elicit a muffled, yet still very audible wail.
Tightly shutting her eyes as she slowly descended back into awareness, Uriko blinked away the faint spots dancing before her view while trying to rid of the dizziness swimming in her head. When she had reached her peak, the ninja quickly retracted his head from the apex of her thighs; with her sweet flavor still lingering on his tongue, he gazed at his friend intensely, through heavy-lidded eyes. Pale blue moonlight from the night outside slid into the shadowy room, gleaming over the girl's body, allowing her companion to see her current state. Lying on the bed with her fists clenching vise-like handfuls of the white sheet, she was exhaling heavy breaths, her chest rising and falling in rhythmic motion.
"Uriko…" he whispered, his voice husky with emotion, wanting to say more but strangely felt a lump form in his throat that prevented him from continuing. Finally, he managed to squeeze out, "I…I'm going to…"
She nodded enthusiastically, knowing what he was stammering in trying to ask her: if she were ready to receive him, proceed onward with finishing their loving act. Hearing him release a shuddering sigh, Uriko acknowledge the frantic sounds of material being tugged along arms, and she lifted her head a bit to glance at him to see what her friend was doing. She giggled when she sighted him practically tearing the white bathrobe off from his body, flinging the cotton attire to the floor, where it joined hers that had landed there earlier. She immediately became sober when he turned his head to face her, and relaxed the muscles of his knees so that he could leisurely begin to descend his body and cover over hers.
The pale shade of orange specks lingering within the midst of his light brown irises shifted into a deep red, the flame of passion igniting and almost seeming to lurch out and delve into her own eyes to inhibit her being. He stared at her endlessly, his chest barely moving, only to breathe, the slight moisture of his damp hands tainting her cheeks, where he was gently cupping her face. Parting his lips a little, the dark-haired ninja descended toward his friend; her wide, anticipating eyes watched the shadowy outline of his head leaning down near her neck. Kenji securely covered her body with his, then a shiver ran through the girl's form when she acknowledged a stiff, throbbing presence slowly being to slide into her femininity.
Her mouth pursed in slight unease as her delicate virgin muscles stretched to accommodate his size, and he was careful to inch into her leisurely, although the climaxes he brought her to previously provided plenty of lubrication for the union. Closing his eyes and grinding out a low hiss, the mole zoanthrope tucked his face next to her throat and was aware of the tremor shaking her form that vibrated against his cheek when he fully penetrated her. A small gasp emitted from the female teenager at their new intimate position, and by instinct, her hands reached out to grab a hold of his forearms, absorbing his steadfast support. Smiling tenderly at her, he gently tucked a few strands of her long brown hair behind her ear, and aligned his body along hers, with nothing separating their direct skin contact.
The feline soon adjusted to the feel of his length sheathed inside her, and pressed her legs together, squeezing him with her inner walls, reveling in the way his eyes widened and his posture wavered briefly. Shooting her a playful dirty look, Kenji allowed a snarl to peel back his lips, and he growled lowly, "If you do that again, sweet kitten, I'm afraid I'll have to punish you…"
Ignoring his threat, she repeated her previous action, making his knees weaken and he almost stumbled, but quickly regained his poise and his hazy pupils darkened as he gazed at her. "I warned you…"
"You won't do anything to me," she countered, a confident grin on her face, but then gasped when in one swift move, he suddenly flipped their positions around, and now she was on top of him and he lied on the bottom, his back against the bed.
"That's what you think."
Without any further words, the cobalt-haired ninja placed his hands on her waist, and began to move her form, sliding her up and down his shaft repeatedly, chuckling when he heard her breathless panting. His hips followed the rhythm, and he pushed himself more deeply into her with each thrust, fueled into a faster pace by her constant moans of pleasures drifting by his ears. Uriko threw her head back, her long auburn tress tumbling over her shoulders at the action, and she cried out when his tempo increased, the tip of his length rubbing against her sensitive clit. Blinded by sensation, she gasped as she was once again edging toward the explosion she had already experienced from him before in the same night, as well as the one past encounter.
"Ken-jiii!! Ahhhh!!" She wailed aloud when her climax hit, screaming his name out again.
"Riko…!!" He exclaimed just as he reached his peak also, flooding his life's essence inside her as he released, a violent shudder wracking his body.
Both of the teenagers panted breathlessly in the aftermath of their ecstasy, waiting for a while to pass before deciding what awaited them next; Kenji initiated movement, sliding his spent member out, raising his female friend up so that she could dislodge herself from him. She slid down to the mattress on her bottom, and grasped fistfuls of her own hair as an instinctive motion, not noticing the small trickle of fluid flowing from her inner thighs to soak the sheets. Following her example, the ninja arose to a sitting position, his intense eyes never leaving her form as he scooted backward to rest against the headboard of the bed. Long, silent minutes dragged on between them, as they were still recovering from the aftermath of the breathtaking, glorious experience that they had just shared together.
"…Wow," Uriko blurted finally, then blushed slightly at her sudden outburst.
"Wow is right," he agreed, staring at her with admiration. "…I enjoyed our experience. A lot more than you may think."
"I did too," she admitted, shying making eye contact with her zoanthrope compatriot. "That was just so… wonderful, Kenji. I mean, it was more than wonderful, really! But, I can't think of a word right now to describe how it felt to me…"
"I can't either," the ninja told her, smiling at her sheepishly. "And for some strange reason, though I did not feel a bit tired during our… shared embraces," her cheeks turned more crimson at the mention, "I suddenly feel as if the sleepless time has now caught up to my consciousness…"
She nodded in agreement, stifling a yawn inside her mouth before voicing, "I finally feel tired now, too…"
"So, lovemaking is an act in which consumes a lot of both parties' energy," he gave her a partial grin. "Most intriguing indeed. Perhaps it can be a new antidote for people who suffer from insomnia…"
"Oh, hush, you!" The auburn-haired teenager squealed, lightly smacking his arm in a scolding manner. "Hrmp, if you think everytime I have insomnia that I'm gonna just-"
"Shh, shh," Kenji chided her gently, raising a finger to her lips. "I was only joking. Please don't be offended by my failed attempt at humor."
She moved back away from his restraint. "No, not that it wasn't funny, it was just so perverted too…" she could not hold back the yawn that escaped from her mouth this time, and she glanced at him apologetically.
"We can continue this discussion come morning," he assured her, smiling so that she knew he understood. "You need to get some rest now, especially since you were so sleep-deprived before…"
"Thanks…" she breathed, stretching her arms over her head, then it seemed like she finally realized she was still naked, and reached for the bed sheet to cover her upper body, blushing furiously.
"Lay down, Uriko; I'll take care of the lights," the sixteen-year-old male persuaded her as he stepped away from the berth, and bent down to retrieve one of the fallen robes to clothe his body.
Threading his arms through the sleeves, he slipped the attire over his shoulders, and securely tied a knot around his waist, before proceeding toward the switch on the wall near the front door of the room. He noticed the television was still on, and he went up to the set, manually clicking the button to shut it and then headed for the front, near the door. By the time he turned off the lights and headed back to the bed, he saw her tucked within the blankets, and heard her serene, rhythmic breathing, indicating that she had already fallen asleep. Gazing at her adoringly for a moment, Kenji's smile grew wider as he felt his heart flood with warmth and affection for his angelic lover, and soon he shook himself out of his trance-like state.
"Good night, sweet kitten…" he whispered to her slumbering form after he slid underneath the covers and lay next to the Kenpo student, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her closely to him. Closing his eyes and relaxing his muscles, he silenced his mind from the turbo-charged thoughts and exclamations firing through his mind, and waited for the warm arms of sleep to claim his consciousness.