Tang Mu
Chapter 14
Liya's hands shake as her obi gathers on the floor. Normally after
seeing her tremble like this, I would instruct her to stop. However,
the determined look upon her face makes me rethink that idea. I step
forward and brush her hands out of the way. She turns abruptly to stare
at my softened features. "It's only fair." A smile brightens her face
at the reference to my still bare chest.
Slowly, chords fall to the ground. I slip my hands under the kimono to
slip the silk off her shoulders. It pools on the wood floor in vibrant
reds and whites. More chords follow. Now nothing bars my hands from her
skin. I press my palm against her abdomen. It brushes against the scar
eliciting a sharp breath from her. I slip my arms around her waist.
They trail up her sides to rest on her shoulders. As before, I let it
glide off her form revealing her body to me.
Her eyes are so trusting. I would think she would be nervous, even
already making attempts to stop me. Despite the fact that the men of
the yakusa never touched her sexually, one would think she would still
be tremendously shy around a man now that she is no longer being
forced. Yet here she is, so trusting of me…and only me, which in itself
is odd considering my past. Who would have thought a woman of such
beauty and kindness would love me? It almost seems absurd.
I lean forward to capture her lips. She presses herself against my
body. At this rate, we may not make it into the bath. Her breasts brush
against my chest sending shivers down my spine. Her body is already
responding to the sensations and heat I am giving off. In my passion, I
lift her off the ground. Her back against the wall, she opens her mouth
to me without me even seeking entrance. One hand keeps her steady,
while the other wanders over the curves of her flesh.
I want to make her drunk with pleasure. We are going far too fast for
that, but it doesn't matter. We can slow down later. This feels too
good right now. Her fingers begin to explore. They smoothly run over my
chest making sure to press in all the right places. I can't help but
growl at the sensation.
My touch carefully avoids her wound. I'm surprised I haven't hurt her
yet with how roughly we've been showing our affection. Just the same, I
do know that nerves tend to be more sensitive around an injury. Without
hurting her, my fingers graze the over-sensitive flesh near the healing
cut. As expected, she gasps. Her head gracefully throws itself back
allowing me access to her neck. I ravish it as if it is a delicacy, but
this is just the appetizer. Much more is to come. I assure it.
I watch her respond to my attention with fascination. Her eyes are
clenched shut; her mouth is open in a silent moan. Never in my wildest
dreams did I ever think of a woman reacting so much to such a simple
sensation. I can't even begin to imagine how she will react once I
really start showing her how good pleasure can be.
My mouth travels south. She exhales in fluttering breaths as her body arches
against the wood panels of the wall. I nip at an already taut nipple
while her fingers roughly run through my hair pressing me closer to
her. My legs are getting weak from how well she's reacting to my touch.
I release her from the wall. Smoothly, we lower ourselves to the floor.
My mouth never leaves her skin as I settle myself over her.
Leaving wet trails over her body, I trace each of her scars. So much
has been done to her in the name of revenge. She deserves my attention
like none other. I no longer want to just see her smile or simply hear
her laugh, I want to see her shudder and arch because of me. I want to
hear my name float off her lips in the heat of passion. I want to feel
her experience unending pleasure from my hands and my hands alone…Well,
my hands and any other body part that comes to mind.
As I dip my tongue in her navel, her silent moans become more verbal. I
find that I like the sound. I like the sound a lot. My body has never
reacted like this to any woman. I want to hear much more from her. I
don't like her keeping her reactions to herself. Hungrily, I let myself
travel lower. Her hands lash out. They pull me up to meet her face as
she attacks me with a brilliant array of kisses.
I let her ravage my mouth as my fingers take over where my tongue left
off. Feigning coyness, I lazily run a finger over the slick folds of
flesh nestled between her legs. Almost immediately, her chin lifts
allowing me to feast upon her neck. Her throat vibrates with the sounds
coming from her vocal chords. They tickle my lips making me want more.
I press my fingers more firmly and let another join the fray. She
whispers my name. It's music to my ears. I reward her with an avid kiss
as my fingers slip into her. The kiss is broken. My name is proclaimed
as if it will provoke a celebration. Perhaps it will. Her body is
pleasantly frustrated with my ministrations. They shift like they don't
know whether to run or lie still. Her hips lift off the floor pressing
me further into her. She calls my name again while my fingers play
within her. Her mouth fights between gentleness, fierceness, and nearly
singing verbal responses.
She's getting closer. I think. She's so responsive it's hard to tell. I
press the remainder of my hand to her mound locating the tiny nub
there. Her back instantly arches completely off the floor. Her lip
bleeds in an effort not to scream. I kiss away the blood as I release
her. As I had wanted to do before, I taste the juices left on my
fingers. She laughs trying to cover up her embarrassment at my
curiosity.
Much slower than before, we exchange gentle kisses as her body calms
down. Her fingers continue to explore, though not as feverishly. They
travel down my chest and back pressing and grazing in their wanderings.
I close my eyes at the sensations. Even if she came by knowledge in
anything but an ideal way, she is certainly good at it.
Almost too slowly, she unties the chords of my pants. "Are you sure?"
She smiles gently at my concern. I don't want her to think she owes me
for the pleasure I gave her. With a light chuckle, she kisses my
forehead as her hand dips into the silk garment.
"I want to…" She purrs.
* * *
Author's Notes:
I know this chapter is short, but I wanted the entire lemon to be in
one chapter and not have anything else vital with it. That way, if
you're not into lemons, you can skip this chapter and go on without
missing much. I also purposely stopped it there because I didn't
want to risk the quality of my writing. Where the lemon was going,
I have no experience. If I were to continue, it would make turn the
into something I don't want. It would probably turn generic and
pornish. I didn't want to risk that, so I left it up to your
imagination at the end. I hope it sounded okay. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 14
Liya's hands shake as her obi gathers on the floor. Normally after
seeing her tremble like this, I would instruct her to stop. However,
the determined look upon her face makes me rethink that idea. I step
forward and brush her hands out of the way. She turns abruptly to stare
at my softened features. "It's only fair." A smile brightens her face
at the reference to my still bare chest.
Slowly, chords fall to the ground. I slip my hands under the kimono to
slip the silk off her shoulders. It pools on the wood floor in vibrant
reds and whites. More chords follow. Now nothing bars my hands from her
skin. I press my palm against her abdomen. It brushes against the scar
eliciting a sharp breath from her. I slip my arms around her waist.
They trail up her sides to rest on her shoulders. As before, I let it
glide off her form revealing her body to me.
Her eyes are so trusting. I would think she would be nervous, even
already making attempts to stop me. Despite the fact that the men of
the yakusa never touched her sexually, one would think she would still
be tremendously shy around a man now that she is no longer being
forced. Yet here she is, so trusting of me…and only me, which in itself
is odd considering my past. Who would have thought a woman of such
beauty and kindness would love me? It almost seems absurd.
I lean forward to capture her lips. She presses herself against my
body. At this rate, we may not make it into the bath. Her breasts brush
against my chest sending shivers down my spine. Her body is already
responding to the sensations and heat I am giving off. In my passion, I
lift her off the ground. Her back against the wall, she opens her mouth
to me without me even seeking entrance. One hand keeps her steady,
while the other wanders over the curves of her flesh.
I want to make her drunk with pleasure. We are going far too fast for
that, but it doesn't matter. We can slow down later. This feels too
good right now. Her fingers begin to explore. They smoothly run over my
chest making sure to press in all the right places. I can't help but
growl at the sensation.
My touch carefully avoids her wound. I'm surprised I haven't hurt her
yet with how roughly we've been showing our affection. Just the same, I
do know that nerves tend to be more sensitive around an injury. Without
hurting her, my fingers graze the over-sensitive flesh near the healing
cut. As expected, she gasps. Her head gracefully throws itself back
allowing me access to her neck. I ravish it as if it is a delicacy, but
this is just the appetizer. Much more is to come. I assure it.
I watch her respond to my attention with fascination. Her eyes are
clenched shut; her mouth is open in a silent moan. Never in my wildest
dreams did I ever think of a woman reacting so much to such a simple
sensation. I can't even begin to imagine how she will react once I
really start showing her how good pleasure can be.
My mouth travels south. She exhales in fluttering breaths as her body arches
against the wood panels of the wall. I nip at an already taut nipple
while her fingers roughly run through my hair pressing me closer to
her. My legs are getting weak from how well she's reacting to my touch.
I release her from the wall. Smoothly, we lower ourselves to the floor.
My mouth never leaves her skin as I settle myself over her.
Leaving wet trails over her body, I trace each of her scars. So much
has been done to her in the name of revenge. She deserves my attention
like none other. I no longer want to just see her smile or simply hear
her laugh, I want to see her shudder and arch because of me. I want to
hear my name float off her lips in the heat of passion. I want to feel
her experience unending pleasure from my hands and my hands alone…Well,
my hands and any other body part that comes to mind.
As I dip my tongue in her navel, her silent moans become more verbal. I
find that I like the sound. I like the sound a lot. My body has never
reacted like this to any woman. I want to hear much more from her. I
don't like her keeping her reactions to herself. Hungrily, I let myself
travel lower. Her hands lash out. They pull me up to meet her face as
she attacks me with a brilliant array of kisses.
I let her ravage my mouth as my fingers take over where my tongue left
off. Feigning coyness, I lazily run a finger over the slick folds of
flesh nestled between her legs. Almost immediately, her chin lifts
allowing me to feast upon her neck. Her throat vibrates with the sounds
coming from her vocal chords. They tickle my lips making me want more.
I press my fingers more firmly and let another join the fray. She
whispers my name. It's music to my ears. I reward her with an avid kiss
as my fingers slip into her. The kiss is broken. My name is proclaimed
as if it will provoke a celebration. Perhaps it will. Her body is
pleasantly frustrated with my ministrations. They shift like they don't
know whether to run or lie still. Her hips lift off the floor pressing
me further into her. She calls my name again while my fingers play
within her. Her mouth fights between gentleness, fierceness, and nearly
singing verbal responses.
She's getting closer. I think. She's so responsive it's hard to tell. I
press the remainder of my hand to her mound locating the tiny nub
there. Her back instantly arches completely off the floor. Her lip
bleeds in an effort not to scream. I kiss away the blood as I release
her. As I had wanted to do before, I taste the juices left on my
fingers. She laughs trying to cover up her embarrassment at my
curiosity.
Much slower than before, we exchange gentle kisses as her body calms
down. Her fingers continue to explore, though not as feverishly. They
travel down my chest and back pressing and grazing in their wanderings.
I close my eyes at the sensations. Even if she came by knowledge in
anything but an ideal way, she is certainly good at it.
Almost too slowly, she unties the chords of my pants. "Are you sure?"
She smiles gently at my concern. I don't want her to think she owes me
for the pleasure I gave her. With a light chuckle, she kisses my
forehead as her hand dips into the silk garment.
"I want to…" She purrs.
* * *
Author's Notes:
I know this chapter is short, but I wanted the entire lemon to be in
one chapter and not have anything else vital with it. That way, if
you're not into lemons, you can skip this chapter and go on without
missing much. I also purposely stopped it there because I didn't
want to risk the quality of my writing. Where the lemon was going,
I have no experience. If I were to continue, it would make turn the
into something I don't want. It would probably turn generic and
pornish. I didn't want to risk that, so I left it up to your
imagination at the end. I hope it sounded okay. Thanks for reading!
