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Chaos
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There are multiple reasons why the world is chaos. Every single one of them are burdened by the weight of uncertainty; all of them, except your chaos. Your chaos is like the blazing heat of the summer sun, inviting me to close my eyes and just lie there. Your chaos is the gentle affluent of a river, and the waterfall as it crashes against the rock. It's you, brushing your skin against mine in that wonderfully arousing way only you know.
I rest my hands on your hips, guiding a slow movement towards the caress that, little by little, leads us to become one, as your lips leave kisses I don't dare to describe.
"I want more." I confess, dragging you over my body, waiting for you to let me in.
You smile as you kiss me, and I note the gesture mixed in the mischievous sound of your breathing.
"Kagome." I insist, looking for your neck with my lips as you straighten slightly, allowing me to catch sight of your chest against my chest.
It is then when my resistance all but gives up.
My hands descend from your waist to the start of your thighs, and I spread your legs that until then had been resting on top of mine. You smile in surprise, and that hint of expectation that always me invites me to keep going. I move my waist, gently, up and down, and I let out a sigh when I feel the tip of my sex kissing your folds.
It is then when your chaos takes hold of me.
You push my erection in, and I feel how you open up, receiving me. Your chestnut brown eyes darken in lust as your figure straightens up on top of me, your hand on my chest, your breathing increasingly fast as I see your nipples sway and swell in that beautiful pink I know only surfaces when excitement possesses you.
I pull you closer, something you answer with intensity in your hips, tracing those movements I always evoke when I yearn for release. The gentle sway of your breasts invite me to touch them, to fill my hands with their round weight, and my mouth with their taste. I rise just about enough to taste a nipple, and I hear you moan my name as a reward for doing well.
"InuYasha." You mutter, again, dragging each syllable, reminding me that one can find pleasure even in those small details.
My sex hardens even more. I'm determined to find in you more of those agonic whispers. I press my heels on the futon sheltering us, to make of your back and forth something more powerful, something able to slowly chip at your stamina, at your will, until you no longer can hold the heat in that small, beautiful body of yours.
You touch me, you see me, you feel me, and I know you are able to note the moment of complete oneness we are approaching. I mutter your name, in a hiss, caressing each syllable.
Kagome.
Then, an instant. An instant full of harmony amidst our chaotic breathing, a moment I adore because of how our yearning overwhelm us, and as our gazes meet, you make a silent request of me, to help you find that maddening passion of an orgasm.
So, I take your figure in my arms, and roll over you, taking possession of your chaos.
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A/N
Once again, a moment of ERO, in a attempt of showing the visceral and beautiful part of love, when it's given fully.
I hope that you enjoyed it.
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Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart