Bitter Betrayal,
Sweet Surrender
- Chapter 6 -
Mouth trailing from her lips once more, Saitou blazed a trail down her slender throat before coming to a stop once again at her chest. His hands were busy as well, having released Misao's own, to begin caressing down the expanse of skin along her sides, pausing to sqeeze ever so slightly at her hips before trailing back up again. He continued the oral assault on her breasts for a moment before moving downward once again to swirl his tongue along her stomach. His hands moved from her hips to her thighs, coaxing them to part further so that he could settle between them in the position he desired.
Misao gasped in shock and she jolted a bit as she felt the sensation of Saitou's warm breath against the most intimate part of her. What was he...? Was he actually going to...? Oh Kami, he was! Misao's eyes flew open wide, her head falling back onto the futon, her mouth opening in a silent scream as a wave of new sensations overwhelmed her. Her entire body arching in pleasure as Saitou's mouth settled on her fully. bodybody automatically began to writhe under the onslaught of his talented mouth. She felt as if something was winding tight within her. It grew tighter and tighter until it broke in a brilliant burst of pleasure, causing her body to convulse while a scream of ecstacy escaped her parted lips.
As the last spasms began to fade, Misao felt the passion-induced fog that had clouded her brain disappate. When her eyes focused once more, she beheld the sight of Saitou rising to hover above her once again. His amber eyes studying her flushed face as the tip of his tongue made a quick appearance to make a pass over his lips. He tasted me, she thought as her blush deepened even more. She bit her lip as he neared, body hovering over hers just slightly, the heat from their bodies coalescing into a fiery wave that swept over her.
"You're sweet, minx..." he drawled, trailing his tongue over her shoulder.
"Saitou," she breathed, a moment before his lips touched hers.
"Maybe if you're a good little minx, I'll let you taste me later
He moved back slightly and she gasped as she felt the searing heat of his member pressing against her intimately. She bit her lip again, telling herself to relax. The moment Saitou felt her body's tension fade he knew she was his, completely. He smiled then, not smirked, but actually smiled. The action causing his already handsome features to take on a more disarming appearance. If Misao hadn't already been breathless, then she most assuredly would have been at such a stunning sight. He then red red his head, continuing to kiss her as his hands once more took leave to explore her body. Soft sighs were once again coaxed from Misao's lips as she gave herself over to Saitou's expert touch. Long, nimble fingers ran across silky skin, pausing every so often to squeeze or tweak an area resulting in many gasps and moans. It didn't take long before Misao realized that Saitou had a certain destination in mind as one of his hands slipped down to the apex of her thighs, cupping her firmly.
"Oh, Kami..." the words left her lips before she realized it, and Misao immediately bit her lower lip again.
Saitou chuckled deeply. "No need to keep quite, minx. I like it when you're vocal." He murmured. Leaning down close to her ear, he whispered, "In fact, I intend on having you screaming my name by the time I'm through with you."
Maybe if she hadn't been so preoccupied by the delightful sensations that his hand was causing her lower body, Misao would have been riled at his comment. She moaned deeply at his touch and he watched her with passion-glazed eyes. Her voice broke in a startled cry as his fingers slid up, pressing gently at her entrance. She tensed slightly as she felt his fingers slid up inside her.
"Does it hurt?" he inquired gently.
Her eyes drifted down to his, shaking her head. "N-not really."
She breathed deeply as he moved his fingers inside her, trying to familiarize herself with the feeling. She gasped as he continued to press the heel of his palm against her as his fingers dipped and pulled back from within her.
"Sa-Saitou."
He looked up from his hand, noting for the first time that the cabin was getting dim.
"Hm?" he grunted.
"Can we...just..." she seemed lacking for words and he was about to tease when she continued. "I want to feel you."
He grinned. "Feel me?"
She nodded, looking tense and he slid his fingers back, watching her face tighten momentarily. He shifted, moving his hips closer to hers.
"You want me, eh, minx?"
Her eyes narrowed on him impatiently. He shifted again, drawing back slightly and she closed her eyes, tensing when she felt him pressing against her.
"Relax." He coaxed, voice smooth and soft.
He pressed closer, sliding in slowly, watching her try to remain relaxed. It was a challenge as she could feel every inch of him that entered her body, could feel her inner walls stretching to accomodate the steady intrusion. Saitou hissed as he felt the warmth of her engulf him. She was tight, as he had known she would be. He kept his advance slow, allowing her to adjust to him before advancing a bit further into her warm body.
When Saitou was sheathed within her fully, he paused. Grinding his teeth together in an attempt to not simply thurst heedlessly into the welcoming warmth surrounding him, Saitou waited. Misao forced her body to relax and before long the stetching feeling receeded, leaving her with ony a sense of fullness. Of being complete. Growing restless, Misao shifted her hips slightly, drawing her legs up to wrap them around Saitou's waist in a more comfortable position. At her movement, Saitou issued a deep groan and his hips bucked against her's instinctively.
"Oh!" Misao gasped, as a bolt of sheer pleasure bolted shot throughout her body. Her hands once again grasped his shoulders tightly, her nails scoring the tanned skin. "Do that again." she whispered, yearning for more of the sensation. It had felt almost like it had before, when Saitou had used his mouth and Misao somehow knew that if he would move again, she would be finding herself on that delightful threshold once again. "Please, Saitou. Sheged ged shamelessy and shifted her hips again. He couldn't help the grin that pulled over his lips, almost of it's own accord.
"Like this, minx?" Saitou growled, as he moved against her again.
Her reply was an incoht grt groan. He slid his hips back, sliding in her slowly causing her eyes to drift closed. He delighted in her moaning his name in delightful half syllables. He was momentarily content to watch her until he felt the points of her nails on his forearms. When they suddenly ground down, pressing into his skin and raked down toward his wrists, he shuddered.
With each thrust of his hips, Misao felt that delightful sensation begin to build steadily. She had never felt something so wonderful and knew in an instant that she could easily become addicted to it. Come to crave it. She already wanted more and Misao moaned as she began to move her hips as well, matching Saitou's thrusts almost perfectly. He leaned forward, sliding his hands down her sides to her hips, reaching down and around and arching her back up toward him. He slid his hands lower, beneath her pulling her hips up off the bedding. She gasped, eyes flying open. He grinned smugly as their eyes met, as he thrust forward quickly against her. She sucked in a deep breath.
"Saitou," she drawled, narrowing her eyes just slightly. "Stop playing with me."
Saitou replied not with words, but with an increase in his pace, which served to draw even louder moans from Misao. Any other chastising remark swiftly fled her mind as Saitou rocked against her again and again. Misao's head began to thrash from side to side helplessly, her hands reaching down to clutching the bedding as the tension mounted within her. Her eyes clenched tightly, she felt herself spiralling out of control until an explosion of ecstacy erupted inside her. A scream of completion passed her lips and her back arched as she rode out the wave of her orgasm.
Her scream combined with the feeling of her inner muscles spasming around him caused Saitou to lose himself as well, though he barely made a sound as he did so. Finally spent, Saitou lowered them both back down onto the futon. The blanket fell around their slumped frames as each fell into slumber within the shared warmth, neither stirring till the following morning.
