Wickedly lemon. Thanks for reviewing fluffychick15! I posted this just for you!
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It was late. It was very late. Tohru had stayed in her room for four hours, until the clock struck the midnight hour. She sat up, her hair down and loose about her. She slid out of bed and made a face at the pajamas she was wearing: long sleeve shirt and pants. She wriggled out of the latter of the two and smiled at the reflection in the mirror. Boyshorts were sexy in their own way.
Tohru slid the door open slowly, quietly. She could hear the soft snores Shigure and the gentle breathing of Yuki and Hatori in the other room. She guessed Kyo was up on the roof, and then it didn't matter whether he was asleep or not. Foolishly, they had left Ayame on the couch by himself. She smiled a devious smile. She could be quiet, but could he?
He had obviously borrowed a yukata of Shigure's to sleep in and had the blankets thrown haphazardly around him. Tohru moved them around to further her devices and untied the loose knot on the robe that kept her from him.
He looked like a fallen angel, cradled by his hair in a cocoon of blankets. She traced her fingertips just above his alabaster skin, enough to stir the air into a whisper about him. One leg was on the couch, but the other had fallen to the ground, and Tohru knelt in the space that made on the couch. She put her face close to those pearlescent curls around his manhood. It smelled pleasently musky and dark and as she breathed out, the was air from her lips caused the tiniest stirring. She paused, gathering a bit more saliva in her mouth and then put her lips over the soft cock in front of her. She slid down slowly, keeping her eyes on him. It started to harden, but she kept going down until she reached those curls. Tohru started pulling back and, when she got to the tip, flicked her tongue on the little ridge hidden underneath.
Ayame's eyes flew open with a gasp. Tohru smirked at him as she worked the tip with her tongue. Ayame was momentarily stunned. He had never in his wildest dreams thought he would be on the receiving end of Tohru's mouth...that was reserved for his weekly daydreams about her. The sight of her, now bobbing up and down on his penis with her dark eyes locked on his, and the thought of how she was supposed to be innocent sent him over the edge.
She caught his cum in her mouth slightly curious at the salty taste, but gave one last, hard, long suck to squeeze the rest out of him.
"Tohru..." Now that this was actually happening, Ayame was slightly unsure. Before, he had been joking around, thinking Tohru had finally had the courage to flirt and whatnot around the guys when they teased her. "...are you sure you know what you're doing?"
She bit her lip as he sat up.
"No," she answered in an innocent voice. "But I think I know what I want to be doing."
Ayame looked at her curiously, cocking his head. She leaned her head closer and whispered, changing into a dark, sultry voice as she sat straddling his hips.
"You."
And with that, she ripped open the pajama top, buttons flying everywhere, and (he was pleased to note) bare breasts bouncing. He cupped them gently and smiled to see they barely made a handful each. They were a perfect fit for her, with rosy, fawn-colored nipples that were the size of a quarter. They begged to be taste, so he obliged the pert nodules with some hard sucks and nibbles. She cried softly, throwing her head back, but he knew she wished to go louder by how hard her fingers dug into his shoulders. Tohru rubbed her throbbing clit over his erection, and though Ayame could feel ample wetness, he needed more.
"Do you like these panties?" he whispered into her neck. She shook her head, confused, and he ripped them off of her.
In response, Tohru pushed him roughly so his back was against the couchback and he moved his hands to her hips. She rose over him and used a hand to position him at her entrance. She went so slowly he thought it was possible he would have a heart attack. He looked into her face and saw that her eyes were shut in pain.
"It'll hurt less if I go in quickly," Ayame said softly. She momentarily relinquished control and his hands pushed her hips down swiftly. She strangled the cry that threatened to burst from her and turned it into a choked sob.
"Good girl," he whispered, but in all honestly, he wanted to cry out as well. She was so hot and wet and tight and...currently riding him like she owned him. She used her folded legs and hands on the back of the couch for leverage. Ayame had the sudden thought that he had considered Tohru bouncy, but not like this. He chuckled a bit and she flashed him a grin.
"What's so funny?" He just shook his head.
"Oh yeah," she continued. "I guess I'll have to force it out of you."
With that, Tohru leaned back, supporting herself on the coffee table and unfolding her legs to wrap around him. That was slighty awkward, but she redeemed herself when she began impaling herself hard on his shaft. Ayame helped, thrusting in time with her hips with a scooping motion that lifted her slightly.
"Ay...Aya..." He had begun to use his thumb to stimulate the nub of nerves above her slit. She shuddered as an orgasm overcame her. Ayame reveled in the fact that he gave her such pleasure. He always fell a little bit in love with a woman when she came for him.
He took his engorged penis out of Tohru and turned her so that she was on her hands and knees on the couch, near the end. It seemed the couch had been made for this position, as it had no armrests and put her at the perfect heighth for him to enter her. He did so, thrusting his cock in and out of her at a leisurely pace, bringing her hips to meet his this time.
Tohru went with this for a while, but found she needed something a little bit faster. She tried to push against him at a more rapid pace, but he held her hips firm. This elicited a growl from her.
"Oh Tohru! Did you need something?" Ayame asked lightly.
"Ung...faster..."
"Are you sure Tooohruuu?" he drew out her name as he yanked her upright by her long hair and she shivered, but Ayame soon obliged her. He listened to and loved the quick, shallow breathes that he forced out of her in little gasps with his thrusts. His breath was hot on her neck and it caused in involuntary reaction from her. Suddenly, she clenched around him and then Ayame was into oblivion once more.
His seed spilt into her and made her inner thighs sticky. She sighed in relief. Ayame took her hand and pulled her into the bathroom where he wet a washcloth, knelt, and cleaned her of his release. He smiled softly into her eyes and all joking was pushed aside.
"I'm selfishly glad you picked me, Tohru."
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