Author's Note: FYI: This chapter contains adult content :)
Usagi
Our lips crashed into each other and sparks shot out from every part of my body. He grabbed my face and pressed me toward him, allowing himself to drive deeper, igniting a fury of passion between us. I had never been kissed like this before. Where Mamoru kissed me with a gentle passion, Dimande's kiss was one of a man starved for love.
Fire burned through me. His tongue flicked mine and a wave of pleasure exploded. His hands braced on the back of my neck and he caressed me, one thumb dragging across the apex of my cheek. He shifted up off his knees and I leaned back, allowing him to climb on top of me as I laid across the bed.
The feel of his weight on top of me made me ache with need. I grazed my teeth along his bottom lip, causing him to drive himself even further, his upper thigh nudging my center and creating a pressure that hummed through me. I moaned and as soon as I did, I felt Dimande's lips curl into a smile.
"You don't know what you do to me," Dimande whispered against my skin. "You destroy me."
He sat up and pulled at his shirt. Effortlessly, he threw it off, and beneath was the most beautiful body I had ever seen. His long, lean muscles reverberated power and his milky, soft skin looked almost like porcelain. He was a god carved out of precious marble. I wanted to run my fingers down his stomach, to feel the rippling muscles underneath my skin, but my body was anchored to the bed.
His pants hung on his hips. I anxiously waited for him to grab the top button, my eyes pleading for him, but he was transfixed on me. Running a hand through his long, silvery locks, he studied me with heady eyes. Why wasn't he doing anything? The hunger I felt for him was going to kill me.
"Usagi," his voice was thick. "Are you sure you…"
"Want this?" I finished for him. He nodded softly. Vibrations rolled off of me, and the heat pooling between my legs grew heavier, causing my muscles to contract. Yes. I wanted this. I wanted him. I needed him.
"Yes," I said breathlessly. "Yes, I want you."
Under my permission now, Dimande relaxed his shoulders. He tugged on my arm and pulled me to him. He slowly got up from the bed, and I rose too, our bodies flushed against one another. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. As we stood face to face, he dragged his hand alongside my cheek and then leaned down to kiss my neck. His kisses trailed down to my collarbone and all the while my hands dug into his soft hair.
He reached behind me to find the buttons on the back of my dress, and with a gentleness he was not known for, he undid the top button and then the next and then the next…
My dress pooled around my feet, his lips still cascading over my skin, on top of my shoulders, along my arm, until he knelt to the ground and began to plant a trail of kisses down my stomach. He ran his hands up my thighs, hooking his fingers underneath the band of my white, lace panties before he looked up at me, lust heavy in his eyes.
"Lay down," he whispered against my skin. "Let me show you how much I can worship you."
I sat back on the bed, my legs positioned just slightly off the edge. Still kneeling, Dimande came closer to the bed, grabbing onto my thighs with his hand and he brought himself closer to me. As he slowly pulled off the thin lace from my body, it took everything in me to not beg.
"Patience," he said as he kissed my inner thigh. "I want to take all of you in, I want to drink you like a fine wine. I may only have tonight to show you what I have been thinking about since the day I met you."
My body tensed up, but only for a moment. A man who was not Mamoru was about to see—about to taste—the most sensitive part of me. A rush of shame and excitement throttled through me in equal parts, but the anticipation of Dimande's touch was just too much. No matter how hard I tried, there was no way I could leave this bed, not before letting him ruin me.
Dimande tossed the lacy undergarment looped around my foot and ran his hands from my kneecaps back to the divot in my hips. Then, pressing his thumb in hard, he continued to caress me from my hips all the way up to my ribcage, his touch landing on the lace of my bra.
Sitting up, I grabbed the clasp of my bra and undid it, my breasts feeling heavy as they fell against my cool skin. His hand gently nudged my stomach back down, and I was again on my back, waiting and wanting more than ever. Now his fingers were trolling my naked breasts, the pads of his thumbs flicking over my nipples.
When his mouth came down on my center, I let out a low moan. For a man who was starving, he used a surprising amount of restraint. I wanted him to take me, let his tongue and lips thrash me with the same ferocity burning in my heart. But his slow, long drags of his tongue made me quake in pleasure.
His hands pushed my hips up and he leaned into me, parting my legs even further so he could take a deeper taste. I stared at him as he devoured me and when his purple eyes flickered up to meet mine—full of determination, of unbridled need—I nearly came undone.
"Please," I begged. "Please, don't stop."
He cradled my hips in his hands, rolling his mouth over me, making me quiver and pant. He removed one of his hands from my hip and slowly brought it between my legs, his fingers exploring my folds as he continued to lick. Slowly, he dragged them in and out of me, pressing against my walls and hooking just so to create a delicious friction.
The pressure was building and I could feel my stomach start to drop. I ground my hips into him, my nails digging into the sheets around us, and I felt my orgasm rolling through me. I stifled a heavy moan by biting my lip, but there was no mistaking the sounds ripping through me.
Dimande let out a laugh against my skin and drew back, bringing his thumb against my clit. I gasped and arched my back.
"I am not done with you yet," he said deviously. He stood up and his hands went to his pants. I was still panting on the bed, delirious from the intoxication of my orgasm. My eyes watched as he undressed himself and selfishly I hoped that whatever was underneath was large.
As the waist of his garments crested his hips, the length of him sprung out. He was already hard, and his thick manhood was intimidatingly large. Mamoru had always been able to satisfy me and I had genuinely enjoyed our sex life. But I would be a liar to say I never wondered what it felt like to be completely filled and stretched beyond comfort, a pleasurable pain that makes you ache for more.
By the looks of him, I would be getting exactly what I had hoped for.
Tentatively, I reached out and touched him, gently taking him into my palm and marveled at him. When I looked up to see him examining me, his lips curled into a feline-like grin.
"Like what you see?" He purred.
I nodded and pushed my hands down, stroking him delicately. He leaned down and kissed me, a gentle kiss compared to his last, and the electricity between us made me pump my hands harder.
"Ahh," he groaned against my lips. "You drive me wild, Usagi."
"I…" My breath caught.
In all the times I had had sex before, it had never felt like this. This was wild, feral. My body was moving on its own and every time we touched it was like a clap of thunder igniting one million nerves. Going for even a second longer without him inside of me seemed like torture.
"I need you," my voice was ragged.
He leaned down over me, climbing onto the bed, and my hands released him. He grabbed the base of himself and positioned at my entrance. He rubbed against me and gently pressed, teasing me for what felt like an endless amount of time.
His hips dipped and he pushed inside. At first, it stung. As he moved, though, the pain gave way to pleasure and he slowly pressed up all the way to the hilt.
I shivered as I adjusted to him. He moved in and out, slowly at first, but as he continued to press, I grew wet and wanting. Instinctively, I wriggled toward him, my center drenched in desire. He grabbed my legs and began pumping, harder and harder, slapping against my skin. He groaned and continued to tunnel into me in an animalistic frenzy that I echoed in return.
With each thrust, I pant, and I reached around to grab his firm backside as he drove harder. It was exhilarating, and the scorching heat floating off of us was erotic and savage. My fingers gripped his tender flesh and he responded by increasing his speed.
"Dimande," I cried out. "Please, don't stop."
The coil of pleasure roared through me again, with each thrust creating a crescendo of passion that drove me right to the edge. A bead of sweat dripped down his face and his eyes lit up with a luminance that I had never seen. Under the veil of passion, he was stripped away from all of his bad deeds and was just a man wanting to drink from a fountain of desire.
Suddenly, I felt the surge. His manhood somehow hardened even more and I could feel the biting pull of another orgasm. This, though, was stronger, more acute. And when he placed his thumb back at the apex of me, I spilled over and lost myself to the delicious ache gnawing at my insides.
My body went rigid before I finally shattered and let go. Release crested over me and my mind went completely blank, blinded by the rapture of our sex. Dimande also released, quickly pulling out of me before he lost all control. As he spilled onto my stomach, he exhaled a long, deep breath as if he had been holding it in all this time.
With an arm propped up by my head, Dimande caught his breath and hovered on top of me. I, too, was trying to control my breathing, and I stared up into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me, savoring every last taste, until he finally rolled over and laid next to me.
He grabbed my hand and caressed my skin while wiping away some sweat from his brow. Lying there like that, he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
"Usagi," he said, still reaching for air. "You are a goddess."
He reached over and touched my face, rubbing a thumb down my cheek and then curling a finger around a piece of my blonde hair. The smile that formed on his face was one I had never seen before. Whereas he always looked a little devious—a little evil—now he looked satiated and loving.
"That was incredible," I said, my voice pricked with longing.
"You are incredible," he smiled at me. "You're the most incredible woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."
Never in a million years had I imagined we would be lying here like this, completely naked, our bodies still slick and prickled in sweat from our rigorous lovemaking. And despite myself, I was not ashamed. Instead I curled up into his arms, nuzzled myself into the crook of his neck and wrapped my legs around his.
As I closed my eyes, I heard Dimande laugh.
"Oh princess, don't go to sleep," he said. "That is the last thing I want to do with you tonight."