Chapter XI
It was the third time they stopped on the way to lose themselves in caresses and the half-darkness of some portal. In this last instance they'd done it at the start of a narrow street, empty at that hour. Kagome's skin was now sensible to InuYasha's kisses as they traced her neck, and noticed how his fingers pulled at her dress slightly so they could reach her shoulders. She tried to focus in seeking under his shirt, and attempted to keep her own fingers to touching his abs and chest; however, inevitably, she'd end up sinking them under the belt of his pants. The fingertips brushed the belly erotically, feeling the hair and the soft point of the erection InuYasha barely kept prisoner. At some point she managed to feel the humidity surging from him, and her companion released a moan over her skin, before pushing his hips with force towards her.
"Kagome." Her name, whispered. She sighed before the deliverance his voice carried, that voice which made her spine shiver in many ways.
She gave it a thought to the hotel nearby. She knew going there was the most reasonable action, if one was able to reason beyond just keeping their clothes on. She held back a moan, pursing her lips and even then, it reverberated in her throat. InuYasha's hands were beginning to find the edges of her dress, touching her thigh on the way up.
"Not here..." She managed to ask; the moan still trapped in her throat. She heard him hiss and shake in a sort of mix between excitement and frustration.
"I'm going to burst." He warned her, breathing down on her ear. Kagome became aware of the strength his words could acquire, depending on the emotivity behind them, and InuYasha was pure emotion. In that moment it was her body which trembled from passion.
They were less than thirty meters away from her building and she had taken someone there only once. Her mind questioned, tried to keep control, however the caresses she was receiving through mouth, hands and every part her companion could touch her with, weren't allowing her head to cooldown and reason. Right now, she could only think in the way she could have him inside as soon as possible.
She took her hand away from the edges of his pants and pulled away for a moment. InuYasha had his gaze embedded with desire.
"What's wrong?" The question came with his hands seeking to pull her close by her waist once again, so keep her from getting away.
"Give me a moment." She tried to breath. She tried to get the strength her legs seemed to have lost.
InuYasha huffed, beginning to think his night would end up in an apartment by himself. He met her eyes and cursed under his breath because of how easily Kagome seemed to turn him on, and because of how much he desired her. He added pressure to his fingers over her waist, and brushed her abdomen with his thumbs. His minds immediately thought of the soft skin under the cloth, her belly and navel. Another huff almost slipped through, as the only tool he possessed to control the heat of his body. He felt the pain and tension of his sex and placed a hand over it out of reflex, to press and attempt to ease his discomfort. Kagome's gaze locked on to that gesture and despite the half-darkness surrounding them, he could notice her cheeks burning even more.
"Crap." He heard her mutter, almost out of breath. Then he knew there was a chance.
He took hold of the zip on his pants and began to move it up and down. Kagome's gaze still on the gesture. Then, he decided to unzip it a few centimeters more and stopped. Her expression was becoming more and more excited.
"Stop." She asked, her voice tired, yet she could not avert her eyes. "Come with me."
She made a forceful gesture, charged with urgency. She took hold of that same hand that moved the zip of his pants and InuYasha had to resist a moment to put it in its place. Next, he let her guide him. Kagome walked with light steps, a few centimeters ahead of him, as if she didn't want to be reached.
"Are you being pursued?" He asked, attempting to soften the tension between them.
"Yes, my self-control." She sentenced, and looked at him through the corners of his eyes.
InuYasha had to hold himself back from stopping again, embrace her and press himself up against her until going mad.
"Wait a bit longer." Was the speech his own self-control was repeating in his head. Kagome was dealing with an internal fight which was now evident and that was making him desire her more.
As said before, madness.
He let himself be taken through the street and thanked that between that hour of the night, and the jacket he wore, his excitement couldn't be seen by the common glance. Kagome turned in a secondary street and stopped before a twenty storey building. She looked inside her purse, and while doing so the door opened from inside, giving way to a middle-aged man who greeted them and asked them where were they headed.
"I live here, 7D." He saw her kindly smiling. It seemed strange she had to explain such things. Maybe she had moved in not long ago. There was also the possibility of neighbors not really knowing each other in a building that big.
The man made a gesture between nodding and courtesy, and kept the door open for them to enter. When they reached the lift, both had that security distance of about half a meter. They hadn't thought about it, and probably none of them had noticed it at first, however when Kagome pressed the call button and some long seconds of waiting passed by, they looked at each other. She moistened her lips in that subtle way she usually does, and InuYasha closed his hand into a fist before the yearning of taking her by her waist and kiss those same lips.
The lift opened its doors, showing them the way inside, free of other people. Seven floors weren't many actually, yet when desire consumes each and every one of your thoughts, that time seems unsurmountable.
The lift was large, able to contain eight people easily. InuYasha practically cornered himself at one side and held on to the handle right beside him. Kagome, on her part, did exactly the same on the opposite side. One in front of the other, only a little more than a meter between them.
He couldn't stop looking at her, not even blinking, and Kagome felt the intensity of all those emotions InuYasha hoisted almost without really meaning to, as if it was his nature, and she could also see the fortitude with which he kept them at bay.
"You know I won't wait." He warned her, without being able to hold his thoughts back.
"Honestly, I hope you don't." She accepted, and noticed her entire body answer with a heat which could melt her bones.
They had just passed the third floor.
"I think I won't even take your clothes off." He decided without even caring about keeping his ideas to himself. He wanted to take her now!
"We've been through that already." She attempted a smile, recalling their first encounter where he hadn't even taken her panties off at the beginning.
Kagome touched one of her legs, dragging the end of her dress up, slowly, very slowly. InuYasha didn't miss a movement in that gesture. The fifth floor left behind.
"You are a witch." He snapped then, with a certain tone of enjoyment.
"Don't you like it?" She was also having fun, and in some way getting back some of that lost control, although she had to admit it was different to the way she sought control in her other casual meetings. Her hand ascended little by little, leaving the curve of her thigh almost completely uncovered.
"Don't you feel it?" His erection was visible thanks to the tightness of his clothes. Kagome saw how his hands slipped under the edge of his pants and touched himself in a gesture full of lust.
The lift gave the warning. They had arrived at the seventh floor.
Kagome let out her breath when the doors opened and took InuYasha by the wrist of the same hand he had just taken out from under his pants, and walked with hurry through a hallway of ten meters. Their fingers intertwined and soon they reached her door. When she began to look for her keys inside her purse, he looked behind and made sure they were alone. Then, he bound her by her waist and placed his hand over her belly, a bit under her navel, and from there pressed her against him. Kagome felt the hardness of his sex rub against her ass and let out a breath, smothered by the heat and sensations of her body. InuYasha caressed her ear with his tongue before whispering something.
"C'mon, open up or I'll start right here."
Sometimes, words find a place in the most primal part of ourselves, and the body answers in consonance. That's how Kagome felt it, and chose not to inhibit it. Her hand found her way to him, and pulled at his hips to get him closer so he could caress himself with more strength against her. As a reward, she received the broken hiss of his darkened voice full of desire, and that made her skin stand on end. She sought to feel herself in the middle of that vortex of emotions she was going through.
She closed her eyes for an instant and found delight in that comfort she felt with him. Some hint of reason came back to her just in time to open the door. Not even two steps in, she heard the door close again. She didn't have curtains, so the light from the city came in without barriers, turning in the only source of light in the room.
InuYasha was true to his threat, and as soon as they were inside the apartment, he pulled her with both hands by her hips and stuck her body to his in the exact same position as before. From that point onward his hold handled her from one side to the other, without qualms nor opposition from Kagome. He felt his sex relieved and eager at the same time. He knew the only way to placate that sensation was by being inside her and her heat. His head rested against her companion and he heard her released a light moan. He closed his eyes and filled himself with her hair's scent. Every one of her gestures, every one of her exhalations made him need her more. He yearned to push himself inside her, explore every track of skin and to chart a little, only a little, the most intimate parts of her emotions.
He sought the edges of her dress and slipped a hand between her legs, thanking her help by holding the clothes up for him to explore at his leisure. She wasn't only helping; she was eagerly asking for his touch. In that moment he allowed himself to think everything was perfect, only to then feel a certain fear of being wrong in his assumption.
Maybe it wasn't perfect. Maybe his perception of her was wrong. He shook his head, trying to get rid of such noxious thoughts.
"What's wrong?" He heard her lose her breath and almost moan her question.
"Nothing." He wanted to feign, and insisted in the halted caress.
His middle finger felt her heat through the cloth, and brushed back and forth. It was exquisite for him to notice her remaining soft in his arms, and repeated the movement a few times, until he heard her let out her breath in an eager sigh. That was the sign to made his way under the clothes and moisten his fingers in that warm entrance. He had done this many times, so there was no reason for anything to go wrong.
"I like it." He muttered, looking for that part of himself which blocked the emotions and sought only pleasure.
He received a sigh as an answer, and became aware of how she held herself from the arm surrounding her and the hand lost between her legs.
His senses stopped at that touch and the warmth emanating from Kagome. He felt overwhelmed by those same emotions he wanted to bury. For a moment, what mattered the most wasn't the sex he caressed, but the heat from the hand touching him. No, he didn't want those kinds of thoughts which played with his mind, he didn't want to think about the possibility of this becoming something permanent, because then he'd make a mistake, inviting everything else in: the insecurity, the pain, the lack of love. Those were the feeling he wanted to bury, and so he pushed his finger inside his companion, so that there was no place left to anything else besides the sighs he expected from her.
Kagome felt the heat messing around in her body, and held herself even tightly from the two points of support she had. She liked the feeling of InuYasha's fingers inside her so much, it scared her. It was irremediable for her to be overwhelmed by that touch, even more now that she felt so vulnerable between his arms. The pleasure mixed with the bad memory hidden in the most inner depths of her mind. She took a few deep breaths. The caress continued on. There was something in the way he touched her which made her reconcile with herself. The sex with InuYasha wasn't just good, it was frightening. Every time he touched her or tried to kiss her, she felt she was a little closer to give that part of herself she hadn't shown to anyone in years. It wasn't just his touch, but the way in which he kissed her skin or looked at her as she did so. There was a yearning in his golden eyes, and also a kindness, and that kindness was what she wished for, and that was what made her afraid; because then she would go back to being fragile, and would let him in.
What an unpredictable door was love! You could never know when it was going to open. For her, that door had been closed for far too long and from inside.
She heard the zip of the pants open, and sighed before the expectation of feeling his firm flesh on her skin. She had to focus on that, only that, not letting place for any other emotions that may warp her feelings. She began to lower her panties to leave him access, so that sex became the only protagonist. It the matter of a moment, she noticed him caressing her naked buttock. Her first thought was the pleasure, and the heat that ran through her whole body until it made her tremble, feverish. Next it was the protection, and she recalled she had one in her purse.
"Wait." She asked, her voice contracted. The purse was on the ground.
"No. You wait." She heard him say, and felt his hands separating her buttocks.
He was acting in a hurry, as if he didn't want to think either. She didn't have enough time to analyze that idea, InuYasha was kneeling behind her, and from that position he licked her sex back and forth. She noticed the strength and the calm with which his tongue traced her folds, and had one coherent thought: How good he was. She heard herself pant and almost moan, feeling how as he kept up his caress, her legs began to tremble, together with the barriers she usually surrounded herself with so that no one could see her, not truly see her. He seemed to want to satisfy her, and without a doubt it had been what he pretended from the first time they slept together. Even respecting her norm of no kisses, although she herself had broken it.
"This must be the last time." She thought, yet the idea didn't reach the state of emotion, and went directly to becoming a feeling, then her chest began hurt and she felt her heart beating against its prison with strength. She let out her breath in a moan which showed not only her enjoyment, but also her consternation.
Where was that part of herself which disconnected with ease and focused only on the pleasure?
She was having a hard time taking hold of the woman she had been for so many years now. The one who never compromised, who used who she wanted, the strong one. She felt the mask falling because, maybe and simply, she was already tired of wearing it.
InuYasha tried a little bit longer. Her humidity was profuse, and although he yearned to made her his, he knew that possession wouldn't be focused only on sex. Nothing was like always, and that made him feel that something was going terribly wrong. He knew how to do everything, as he had plenty of experience from his casual encounters, but the point from which his obsession now came didn't quite fit. This felt dense and difficult, too forced, because it wasn't hand in hand with the nature of his emotion: He wanted to love her.
He pulled away from Kagome. In fact, both of them did. They remained seated on the ground, and looked at each other. She had her panties around her knees, and he had his pants around the ankles. Both were agitated and yearning for something that felt different. For InuYasha, that yearning was full of questions he had actively evaded in every encounter the last few years. For Kagome, that yearning was plagued by the incapacity of handling what she was feeling at the moment, as she practically didn't recognize those sensations.
To be continued.
A/N
This chapter was quite complex for me to write, it had to have desire, to be passionate and hot, and emotionally intense. I believe one can read the internal struggle of each one of them, and at least I feel as if they were getting closer from different points and now were about to crash.
Thanks for reading, for commenting, and for keeping me company in this adventure that is to create.
Kisses,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
