ALMOND MARZIPAN

by Kasama Kim

Theme: #11 – gardenia

Rated: M!

Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken – it's still NAMCO…

It had been a wonderful evening. They had spent some of Miharu's won money (thanks to Roses In May) on a dinner at a wonderful restaurant and a limousine drive home to their house at the shore.

Miharu took off her shoes, tiny string high heels, and carried them over her shoulder, walking up the plastered access barefoot. In the dark red dress she wore she looked like a young goddess and Jin wasn't able to take his eyes off her refined figure. She was just to beautiful to be true and he often caught himself staring at her for minutes without even knowing what he did. She didn't look that sexy in her school uniform though she had wonderful legs and they were clearly visible under the short skirt. But this evening she wore this dress they had bought maybe a half year ago in a boutique at Ginza, one of the expensives. It was one of these dresses which were cut only to force men to stare at women and well, it worked. Her slender figure seemed soattractive, with a slim waist and well formed hips. Jin could feel himself getting into this state which was more than simple affection and avoided looking at his girlfriend again.

"Hey, you're so silent. Something's wrong? You didn't say a single word since we left the car." Miharu wrapped her arm around his waist what was enough to make him get into serious trouble and he couldn't avoid to gasp breathlessly.

Miharu backed up one step and looked at him suspiciously. "Okay." She took his hand and lead him up the small bath house which was half hidden in a little wood of willows and surrounded by dozens of gardenias. There was always their strong smell like almonds and marcipan which made Miharu regularly get into some tranquil mood. The door to the house was always open and as they entered the first clothes met the floor.

"And what's your plan now?" Jin asked as Miharu led him to the back of the house. "Don't you like surprises?" Miharu said and started to unbotten his shirt to reveal his muscular chest and his stomach of which she though it was maybe the most beautiful part of his body. "Okay, go on." He let her open the buckle of his belt but made her slow down when she started kissing his neck and then slowly moved downwards, over his shoulder down his chest and his abdomen. She stopped at his belly button and circled around it with her tounge though she knew her playing with him made him get impatient. She loved to tease him and hear him breath heavier. She had been his first girl ever but he was far from being her first boy and so it was easy for her to teach him everything she enjoyed and to show him some things she thought he might enjoy.

As they laid down next to the open fireplace he was already sweating, his skin shining and his hair falling down. She loved to watch him getting into this state of helplessliness, drifting on emotion. His hands were trailing her body and she covered his face with kisses, playing with his earlobe.

"Miharu, stop teasing me." he gasped and pulled her close, her knees straddling his waist, resting against the woolen blankets on the wooden floor.

"No, Mister, I'm just beginning." she whispered in his ear, then started to nibble his nipples, her fingers trailing their way downwards. Somewhen his trousers and boxers landed beside, accompanied by her dress, the crystals at the thin straps shining in the yellowish light of the fire. She was about to continue assaulting his neck again as she noticed his wide-eyed staring at her. She had been wearing a strapless push-up bra under her dress, crimson red like the dress and damn sexy, especially on her bust which was somewhat oversized for a girl of her age. After a moment he blushed violently as he realized he was staring again. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his but manged to lead his hand up to her breasts, placing it on them.

Jin's free hand ran down her back, cautiously running over one cheek as if he wasn't quite sure if he was allowed to go that far. Miharu responded in letting her tounge run over his lips, carefully parting them, carressing his tongue, moaning softly. Her hands were roaming and she had found his nipples, toying with them, running a fingernail over them. His upper body was rising from the blankets, pressing against her hands, his arms locked around her chest, his hands occupied with that bra of hers, trying to open it but failed.

Miharu chuckled softly, then laid down on his chest, whispering in his ear to try again, then started nipping his earlobe between her teeth. She had realised this was one of his favourite things to do and secretly appreciated his brave efforts to restrain a loud wheeze. His grip on her closed for a moment and she reminded him on that bra. He succeeded after an unsure attempt and the crimson garment joined the wildly spread group of clothes on the floor. She loved to feel his soft hands on her bare skin, exploring, pulling her close to the warmth of his body but she writhed out of his grip and sat on his abdomen.

Bewilderedly looking at her, he propped himself up on his ellbows, breathing heavily with his mouth open, then let fall back again, closing his eyes.

That was what she had expected him to do. Her lips moved from the side of his chest, slowly, whilst laying down tender kisses and licks against his warm, smooth skin, to the centre; there, she traced the crevice created between the two compact pectoral muscles with the pointed tip of her tongue – slowly, lightly, torturously. His back arched, forcing his chest up against her. Since she moved with him, the effort was pointless; the added frustration and delight forced a ragged, breathless moan from his throat.

She was slowly getting impatient and maybe so was he but she took all the time she wanted to explore all the lines and curves of his toned muscles but her mind was on other things. She could feel the hardened flesh begging to be paid attention to. He was shivering as she let her fingertips run over his hips and his fingers gripped the blankets. One knee raised beside her and a soft whimper escaped his lips. "Miharu…" he begged and she kissed his lips softly, silencing him. Her hands were wandering downward again as was she, kneeling between his legs, her fingertips running down his hips, then she grasped his leg beneath the knee with one hand.

Just a moment later she leaned down and placed a kiss against his inner thigh. The rock-hard muscles beneath the skin contracted sharply, and goose-bumps appeared on the skin beneath her lips. She kissed him again…and again…each kiss getting further and further away from his knee, and closer and closer to something that was begging for attention…

"Miharu… please…" His voice was shaking, his complaint an almost animalistic growl at his deep voice though softened with the tone of a beg for mercy. She kissed the burning skin of his abdomen, then she leaned down, still smirking at him playfully…and ran the tip of her tongue over the tip of the organ so far being tortured by neglect. The musky scent and salty taste filled her senses; and when he gasped in sheer delight, he made her feel the luckiest woman on earth, being rewarded with owning that sex-god body of his. She couldn't resist taking more of him into her mouth…and did just that. His fingers became one with her dark strands of hair, not quite forcing her down, but not willing to let her go now that she'd finally hit the spot. Her tongue slowly ran up and down the small ridge she found there, unable to get enough of his delicious salty taste. Her hand automatically drifted downward, gripping the warm shaft, squeezing it gently. Her mind and body didn't seem to wait to do the same thing…she wanted to continue being calm, controlled…to continue teasing him…but her body wanted to make him scream in ecstasy…the sooner the better.

So she sat up and got rid of her tiny string tanga. Before he could protest, she leaned forward so she was lying on top of him, staring directly down into his ebony eyes. He was breathing heavily by this point and his heart was racing, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes beneath those long black lashes were begging for so much more.

"Now you're ready to go?" she asked him and grinned. He chuckled against her cheek, breathlessly and kissed it lightly. "Ready." he stated in a husky voice.

"Well, then this will become fun." As soon as she finished saying that, she lowered herself slightly, so he was pressing against her entrance. She felt his arms lock around her waist and shoulders, and she pressed herself down again…this time, she felt him slip inside her. With this new sensation, both of them let out a small, breathy moan at the same time. Realising how silly it sounded, Jin couldn't help but chuckle…Miharu did the same a moment after. But her impatience got the better of her again, and she moved downward again, gradually accepting more and more of him within, until eventually, he was completely buried within her warmth. He let go of her, grasped her face and kissed her passionately on the lips which were now swollen and so much more sensitive.

His arms wrapped around her waist again, though not tight enough to restrict her movement as she created a slow, definite rhythm. Miharu wasn't ready to give in yet; she kept her slow pace no matter how much he writhed beneath her. At one point, he even arched his hips up fiercely against her, lifting her up with him – but he was making a conscious effort not to force her, it seemed. Though, somehow he was getting closer to his limits. "Miharu, stop teasing me." he requested her and she grinned into his face. "Make me." she aswered and dug her hands into his sweaty hair. Whether that was an invitation or not but he took it as one. With his arms still around her waist, he easily exchanged positions with her in one graceful move. He kissed her wildly for a moment, then buried his face into the curve of her neck, and began moving at a much more tolerable speed.Miharu's back arched, and she moaned loudly in his ear. For some reason, even though she loved to dominate the situation normally, it just suited him so much more to be on top. Her arms and legs locked themselves around his neck and waist. After a few more moments of bliss, Miharu reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks, pulled him down, and caught his lips in her own. She still hadn't managed to get over how soft and warm they were.

Jin soon began to feel that building desperation, that building climax deep within him. It had lasted a while so far, so he wasn't surprised when he felt the need to move faster within her…besides, she wasn't complaining.

On the contrary – she was willing him on. She too could feel the end coming. By now, almost every movement forced a whimper from her lips, and she was holding him so tight she feared she might strangle him…but that didn't matter now. He let out a sharp breath against her ear and tightened his grip around her neck, as she finally reached her climax. Her body pressed up against his, and her head fell back against the blankets as she screamed in ecstasy…her nails dug into the back of his neck inadvertently in her delight, and the whole world went black.

Just witnessing her doing that pushed him over the edge too; her tightening around him, and just looking so wonderful beneath him to begin with. He finally lost control too, and released all that built-up desire deep within her. It brought with it a deep, restrained moan from him against her neck, and he held her tight with both arms.

For some time they were lying next to each other, breathing heavily, inhaling the full almond marzipan smell of the gardenias just outside the window.