Chapter XVIII
Eighteenth Session
No, it wasn't easy to keep one's sensations of sex only in sex. Even though Kagome strongly desired it, every one of InuYasha's movements inside her reminded her of how much she liked him, of how good she felt, and how different he was from the others, and that last impression inevitably guided her to the question: Why?
The answer was easily found, yet not as easy to accept.
She laid sideways on the bed, as he held her by her hips and belly. She could hear her own moans coming out of her, mixing with InuYasha's, who was right now penetrating her with momentum and without rest. Kagome knew she was at the doors of her second orgasm, while her companion had yet to reach his. She wasn't sure if it was the rhythm of his thrusts or simply because she wasn't enough stimuli for him.
"Are you alright?" She asked, trembling, before that plaguing thought.
And if this is actually the last time. She wondered, seeing as a fact that maybe she couldn't satisfy him anymore.
"Yes... is just that..." He stopped and approached her shoulder, leaving a few hurried kisses on her arm and back.
"What's wrong?" Kagome's voice sounded exhausted.
"I don't know... give me a moment." He pulled out and Kagome couldn't help feeling an emptiness beyond what was physical.
InuYasha rested at one side of the bed, his breathing agitated, with a prominent erection and the condom still on. It wasn't the first time Kagome found herself in a strange situation in the middle of an encounter: she had been with men who finished way too soon, others who didn't know how to reach a rhythm that could satisfy her, and not to mention those who believed that just by putting their fingers in every hole they could find, it was enough. However, and despite her experience in situations like the one before her, she had never felt so dejected as now.
Did I do something wrong? She wanted to ask, yet she didn't perturb the silence.
InuYasha remained there, covering his eyes with his forearm, and Kagome couldn't know if it was to avoid the dim light or to avoid her. For a moment, she felt a surging desire to run away.
"I think I need to go." She muttered, seating on the bed with the clear intention of standing up. She felt how he held her by her arm.
"Wait." He asked.
Kagome heeded that voice and remained, there, and in silence, expecting something she couldn't quite comprehend. InuYasha kept his voice mute a bit more, to the point of making her think he wouldn't say anything at all. She tried to stand up again, but the grip on her arm didn't relent. She then looked at him, and received a golden gaze in return. He had uncovered his eyes.
"Wait." He asked her again, this time with all that emotion that disintegrated her inside.
InuYasha was completely out of sorts, it couldn't be said he didn't enjoy being with Kagome, his problem was exactly that even, he wanted more and he was sure asking for it would make her run away, the same way she was doing now. He had remained silent for a moment, cursing his rebel heart that couldn't obey the mandates of his head, of making this moment just a physical enjoyment and nothing more.
He sat once again, kneeling while facing her, and took off the condom covering a fading erection. Kagome looked at him for a second before mirroring his movements. InuYasha accepted he wasn't able to put into words what he was feeling right there, so he'd tell her with caresses instead. He extended his hand towards the wall and, after pressing a switch, the light on the room changed, and a new source appeared from a square resting on the head board of the bed. Kagome became aware of how his silvery mane became slightly orange, and how his gaze acquired a certain intense glint.
He approached her and placed a kiss on one of her cheekbones, with a soft and dilated touch which made her hold her breath, then he went to her other cheek to leave a slow and similar caress. Next, she felt InuYasha's hand cupping one of her breasts, without touching the nipple. His hand was hot, and that warmth went through the skin his thump was caressing, with a gentleness close to worship. His kisses left her cheek and were now on her jaw, and Kagome felt herself in need of rising her head to expose her neck, which he soon began to explore with subtle kisses capable of causing her goosebumps, yet also full of calm and dedication. For a moment, she asked herself... How could InuYasha be so serene?
Before that question she could notice how he was breathing in a particular way; he did so deeply, then freed the air calmly, and it was precisely that long, warm and held back sigh what caressed her and bristled her skin.
"What are you doing...?" Kagome's voice was but a whisper.
"Kissing you." He muttered over her bosom.
Kagome held her breath before the feeling of his fingers caressing her sex, or more like the skin right beside the humidity, stimulating her without ever touching the parts that were truly sensitive, none of them, but even so her excitation was on the rise, twisting and turning inside her womb. It was then that she decided her own caresses would be equal to his, and given the position InuYasha had now, Kagome practically gave in to him, creating in that way a figure between the two bodies that spoke of an embrace, of closeness, of intimacy. In that moment he lifted his head, and found her eyes, then looked at her lips with yearning, only to go back to her chestnut brown eyes and caress his own cheek with hers.
She tried to follow the way in which InuYasha was breathing in order to calm her own crazed heartbeat. She brought a hand to his sex, whose erection had relented, and caressed it with the back of her fingers, from the base to the point. She noticed how InuYasha sought air with slightly more urgency, answering to the way his sex was being filled with blood, hardening beneath the delicate touch.
What began to happen next was something close to putting one's fears aside, to keep it at bay, and check what love can do when one allows it to be.
They remained trapped in a play of caress for a long time: with kisses, with fingers, with handfuls of flesh, with their skin... There was a sort of mirroring in both of them, to see one-self in each other, and this event began to gestate in the middle of the silence, and their soft moans.
Kagome felt the moment had come, that she needed to feel him inside once again, and found a place sitting straddle on top of InuYasha's thighs, caressing and possessing his erection with her humidity, without really reaching penetration. She could sense the heat from his sex with the folds of hers, open, embracing it and searing it. She felt between the lips of her sex his extension, his thickness, his relentless hardness.
The warm light InuYasha had turned on before, was now illuminating them and representing them like two flames dancing, and mixing, with slow yet intense movements.
"Oh, Kagome." She finally heard him say, in a state that went beyond pure and fulminating excitation. This time it seemed to surge from a different side of InuYasha, from an emotion which was wider and deeper than just sex.
"The protection..." He asked her. Kagome had the condom box on her side.
"No." She denied, softly, kissing him on his jawline and neck, as her fingers got lost somewhere in his silvery mane. She held herself off InuYasha's arms, then his shoulders, just so she could continue with the caress of their sexes. "...I want to do it like this."
There was something in the way everything was happening that was asking Kagome not to put everything in between.
He felt confused at first, thinking she wanted him to enter her raw, however he immediately comprehended that wasn't it, guided by the rhythm and swaying of her hips, seeking to make their intimacy brush against each other. Kagome wanted to finish it in that way, and InuYasha felt that was perfect: her, him, their bodies caressing each other, their sensations composing a symphony, and their sexes touching skin against skin.
InuYasha helped her, embracing her from her back and hips. Their breathings became more and more agitated, and found a certain harmony in that hurried search. Kagome could feel the way in which he rose his own hips, creating with it a movement capable of touching her in just the right places to make her desire more and more, every time. She heard him mutter allegories with her name in between, and each one made her want to reply with something she could only produce through held back sighs. In that moment she felt that all she was, was expanding, and could notice the way in which her skin became more and more sensitive to the air surrounding them, her mind wandering with no direction or idea to guide it, while her emotions sought to leave enough space to feel him, inside her, anyway. She became aware of how InuYasha tensed, more and more, and embraced him.
"Yes, just like that, give it to me." She urged him, wanting him to free it all between her arms, yearning for that final shiver in which his voice blurred and his sighs bristled her skin. She finally felt they were, once again, on the same wavelength.
InuYasha heard her say that, and something inside him broke, maybe one of those so many seals he had placed inside himself with time. He lifted a hand to hold Kagome's head, intertwining his fingers with her soft strands, and moved with hurry, yearning, with his senses confused with each other, and the pleasure bubbling up like a volcano inside his belly.
"Give it to me." He heard her urge him again, between those wheezes her agitated breathing made, and the kisses she placed on his temple. InuYasha held his breath, then began to tremble and let the air out in short spurs, bracing himself against Kagome, while his sex spread his seed on her belly, between them.
It took him a long while to start thinking again, however, the first coherent thought he caught translated what was burning inside his chest.
"I love you." Two words he caught in his throat, because it wasn't the time, because they brought back an intricate fear against rejection.
"I'll compensate you." Was what he said instead. That, he knew how to do, as he had experience being the perfect lover, even if it was only for just one encounter.
Kagome sought his gaze, and smiled at him with a sort of search for closeness that filled InuYasha's chest with warmth.
"Let's just say I just compensated you for before." After saying that, she looked at her belly and at the semen sticking to both of their skins.
InuYasha wanted to say something, and sought the words intently inside his head, yet found himself unable to react to the moment before him. He felt unmade, with no clue, completely out of his comfort zone, yet still in the middle of blissful pleasure.
The image both of them were taking in was the result of complete intimacy, even if none of them was able to express it so out loud. InuYasha could see Kagome's sweat shine on her skin, right over his sex, and the white layer of his seed on it, overlaid by the orange of the warm neon light keeping them company, and the heat emanating from that point of conjuncture over the surface.
"InuYasha." She named him, maybe as a way to call his attention. He simply looked at her. "Could I borrow your shower?"
"Of course." He answered, reassuring with a few short and fast nods.
Both of them let out a sigh when their bodies left each other. The heat they made, embraced, was something they could not but miss. Kagome sat at the edge of the bed and thought about covering her nudity, as she usually did after sex. However, in that moment she sought to be braver.
"Should we share the shower?" He asked. Kagome looked at him for a long while, pondering her fears and many barriers she needed to lower for that. She nodded, as he was now giving her the chance to find a bit more fortitude.
InuYasha and Kagome discovered the shower was but a new place they could caress each other at, and maybe a new form in which to explore the other, so they took more time than needed to clean themselves. The night had begun a few hours ago, and their physical activity, joined by hand with the pleasant moment they were experiencing, led to InuYasha standing in his kitchen, prepared to cook something for dinner.
"I have a few things we could use." He said, bending in front of the fridge's open door. "Here."
Kagome, who was beside him, received a box with eggs and a recipient which contained something she could only guess was a kind of broth. He also brought out a few mushrooms and a spring onion.
"Ramen?" She asked, with a jesting tone due to the specialty of InuYasha's workplace.
"With what I have here, that's all I can manage." He accepted as he reached for an apron he had hanging from a sidewall.
"Well, you've already got more than I have in my kitchen." She admitted.
"We already know who is going to cook in this relationship." InuYasha thought, limiting his expression to a smile in a sullen gesture Kagome did not expect. It wasn't good for him to harbor those kinds of ideas.
Both of them heard the sound of a phone, and InuYasha recognized it as his. For a moment he thought to let it ring, whoever needed him could leave a message.
"Answer, it could be bambi." Kagome said, sarcastically, as she took the knife off InuYasha's hands so that she could keep cutting the spring onion.
"Bambi?" He asked, as a smile played on his lips.
"Do you think I didn't see how she gave you her number?" And it was true. She had written it down on the sale note.
The phone stopped ringing, and InuYasha placed himself behind her, surrounding her waist with his arms. At first, he did so with a certain caution, waiting for her reaction, and then with total confidence once he noticed Kagome's acceptance, who also cocked her head slightly, leaving her neck exposed to a kiss. He felt her taking a deep breath when he placed his lips on her shoulder's skin, pulling a bit aside the shirt he had lent her, which covered just about enough for her not to look indecent.
"By your observation, I should be the one calling." He caressed his chest, softly, against her back.
Kagome knew he was right, the same way she knew her comment had come hand in hand with jealousy.
"Will you?" She asked, accepting his caress with a sway of her hips, seeking to disguise the anxiety of her voice.
"Do you want me to?" He whispered to her ear, noticing how Kagome quivered.
"Don't answer with a question." She complained, trying to focus on cutting the onion.
"You are right." He accepted, and freed her from his embrace, walking towards the phone resting on the nightstand.
Kagome looked at him, as he took the few steps separating him from the device, and as soon as his hands took it, InuYasha turned around, bent his head forward a few centimeters, and half-closed his eyes in a gesture she had learnt the meaning of: he wanted something.
"Do you want to be my Tuesday's girl?" He asked, and for some reason that had sounded like a marriage proposal.
"And Thursday's too?" She pretended to sound funny, and hide the nervousness she was feeling.
"And Sundays..." InuYasha knew he was walking through a thin rope, yet he found himself unable to stop.
The phone rang again, this time in his hand, and InuYasha held her gaze for a second before turning to the phone, thinking the call could maybe wait. Kagome felt her heart pounding against her chest, before the idea of trying to have something with InuYasha.
"I have to answer this." He said, simply, giving the call a category of something that just couldn't wait, and answered.
To be continued.
A/N
Well, a new chapter I hope you've enjoyed.
I think InuYasha is already lost in this xD
Thank you for reading and keeping me company.
Kisses,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
