Story Three: Eden I
WARNING: Just lots of sex, but not the gentle kind. So yeah.
Normally she avoided the club during Friday nights. Just too many people packed together on the dance floor, not that it has ever hindered anyone from dancing.
Kokoro sighed as the music thumped a vibrating tattoo against her skin. Laser lights pierced the dimly lit dance floor, but not dark enough to make faces unrecognizable.
Her friend Miku was nearby, dancing and laughing with a hunk. On the other end of the dance floor, their other three friends sat in one of the VIP booth. Even from the distance, she could see Zero Two egging Ichigo to take another shot of what could only be tequila.
She had a few shots herself earlier, Kokoro almost smiled derisively, but not enough to impair her judgment, she knew better than to cede full control to alcohol especially in a sea of people grinding against each other.
She's not going to mope. No sir, she's not going to chase after someone who just wasn't into her. Last night was the final straw. She's through chasing after that man. She has her pride too, dammit.
Her head was spinning, her body moving subconsciously to the music, unknowingly sensual. Yeah, right now she's feeling reckless, like she could do something wild and irrevocable, something she'd most likely regret later but was too hurt and angry to care about consequences right now.
Tonight she wore a tiny black leather dress, the micro-length sheath was designed with the zipper down the front for easy access. The silver Ring of O that served as its tab drew many glances. But Kokoro didn't care. She knew what that ring signaled, doesn't mean she'll just crawl on her hands and knees and play pet to the first man who crooked his finger at her.
The hem ended just below the curve of her ass and she paired it with black thigh high boots leaving that strip of skin all the more tantalizing. She wore hot pink lipstick and glam eye makeup, the metallic copper hues brought out the electric blue in her eyes. A pair of black iron spiked earrings adorned her ears with matching lace choker to complete her outfit.
Miku arranged her long wavy hair into a half-up French braid crown, leaving long tresses to fall below her waist, no longer bound in a prim and proper braid or bun. Hell yeah, she's through being a good office girl. Tired of playing by the rules, tonight she wants to get wild.
Her current partner was a tall guy with a nicely built physique and light brown hair. Yet despite his easy charm and ready smiles, the more time she spent with him, the more she kept wishing he was someone else. Kokoro mentally kicked herself as she found herself yearning for a certain dark haired man, with chiseled lips always shaped in a scowl, and piercing green eyes that could cut straight to her soul.
The last thought disturbed her, and almost in an act of denial, she danced closer to her partner. He grinned, letting her know that he was interested than being just her dance partner.
Wasn't it about time she handed over her V? After all, he's attractive, seems like a gentleman, doesn't give off any creepy vibes, and more importantly, won't demand anything beyond the physical. He could be a good lover. In that aspect, he's safe.
Then again, why should she? She barely knew the guy, and though she'd sensed some spark between them, it was nothing like the sizzling electricity she'd felt with Mitsuru. Her infuriating boss could switch her body temperature from hot to cold and vice versa with nothing more than a glance. Can she settle for less?
Much as she wanted to shed her boring good girl persona, it's too damned ingrained in her psyche. Change of clothes and racy makeup doesn't alter the person inside...
A shiver of recognition traveled down her spine. It was a strange sensation, confusing her. No, not recognition, more like a feeling of...being watched.
Kokoro turned her head behind her...and lost her breath. Her boss. He's here.
Mitsuru stood beside the dance floor, his green eyes riveted to her. Dressed to perfection in black slacks and a crisp, collared light gray shirt. Suave and stylish with his hair slicked back. He could easily put any other man to shame in her eyes, but he looked agitated.
How did he find her here? What did he want? As his eyes raked over her body, Mitsuru seemed dazed by her changed appearance. Was he expecting to see the goody office girl, the personal assistant?
'Cause she's gone, honey boy, gone...
That wasn't exactly true, but Mitsuru didn't have to know. A girl got to have pride too.
As her hips began to sway, Mitsuru's breaths shallowed.
Slowly she turned to face him, her movements deliberately seductive, swaying her hips in a sensual, fluid motion—as if she danced only for him. The whole world faded away, and there was only him and her.
Her breasts almost spilled through the bust of her indecent dress, but Kokoro has long passed the point of no return to be embarrassed. With a small, wicked smile, she raised her hands to play with her hair, then slowly glided her palms down her front, pausing ever so slightly to cup her breasts as she worked her hips.
Mitsuru clenched his fists, his eyes glazing with lust. Kokoro's breath hitched as she saw the heavy length of his cock pressing against his pants, and he made no attempt to disguise that he wanted her. He looked like he was ready to simply grab her and fuck her against the wall.
The tall guy wasn't about to take a hint. He grabbed her wrist, startling Kokoro, breaking the spell.
"You come with me now." He snarled.
"Let go!" Kokoro moved to shake him off, but his grip only tightened. Panic clawed at her chest, she hated being restrained, especially by someone she barely knew. This? This was the man she thought seemed like a gentleman a few moments ago? She really has a rotten sense of judgment when it comes to men.
"You teasing slut. You're basically begging to be fucked right now." The words chilled her to the bone.
"Release me at once!" Kokoro tried to move away, but he tugged her back. She pulled harder. But he wouldn't let go.
Raw fear clutched her chest. Had she gone too far? But she had meant to tease Mitsuru, not this creep!
Suddenly she couldn't breathe. Air wheezed through the tight constriction of her throat, but she couldn't get enough. Suffocating. The people seemed to close in on her, her vision began to dim.
And still, he wouldn't let go.
Kokoro batted him away, her efforts feeble, helpless in this state...
Suddenly the pressure on her wrist was gone. And she found her back resting against the wall. She could breathe easier now, still wheezing but her thoughts clearer.
Kokoro saw Mitsuru, holding the creepy guy up against the opposite wall by his neck.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked between gritted teeth.
It took a few seconds for her to catch her breath, her wrist felt sore, but she knew that saying yes would mean someone would be badly beaten tonight. "I'm alright."
"Apologize." This to the man in front of him.
"I-I'm sorry," The tall guy stuttered. "I didn't know she was with you."
Mitsuru's voice dropped to lethal softness, inaudible over the pounding of the club music, but his meaning was clear.
"I'm sorry!" A desperate shout, tinged with fear and pain. Mitsuru must have applied pressure.
The other guy outweighed Mitsuru by a few pounds, but swinging arms blindly in the hope of landing a hit was no match for someone who had been brawling in the streets in his youth.
Mitsuru had restrained him not by constricting the throat—that was mostly for show, public display of dominance—what Kokoro hadn't been able to see was the lethal blade he'd pressed against the man's crotch, promising an impromptu castration.
"If I find out you came near her again, I will carve out a cherished piece of your anatomy and make you eat it!" Mitsuru released him and the trembling man crumpled to the floor. An acrid smell wafted from his direction.
He had pissed himself.
The man who could inspire so much fear took her arm—gently—and led Kokoro out a back entrance.
Mitsuru waited until they were in the alley before turning to her. "What the fuck?"
"Are you blaming me?" Kokoro bit her lower lip. She hadn't meant to lead the other guy on, that dance had been for Mitsuru, but she hadn't considered how it would have sent a wrong signal. She cringed inside, this was just more evidence proving to her how naive she really was in this flirting game.
"We're getting out of here." He began to lead her away.
"I came here with friends." Kokoro almost panicked, trying to break free from his grasp. "I don't want to leave!" So much for her brief stint as a bad girl, when it came down to it, she's still a fricking wuss!
Mitsuru paused then turned to face her, lips drawn back from his teeth. "Were you going to fuck that man?"
"What if I were? It's not like we're in a relationship. You were with your mistress last night." God, the words still hurt, but she refused to let it show. "Besides, I didn't take you to be the jealous type." She murmured with a bravado she was far from feeling, refusing to let him see how much he really affected her.
"With you? Yes! I wanted to kill him!"
Oh my god. Had Mitsuru actually admitted to being jealous? "But your mistress...you..." She looked up at him in confusion.
"Not having this conversation here..." He tugged at her hand and led her away.
-o-
She didn't know how they made it to his penthouse. Everything felt unreal, a dream. She half expected to wake up and find herself back in her bed, tears still drying on her pillow. But no, she was really here. His home had become a familiar place to her through these past several months as his PA.
Kokoro knew where his bedroom was, where his walk-in closet was located. The spacious kitchen she'd regularly stocked with fresh fruits and bottled water. She had supervised the weekly clean up of the pool outside, the maintenance of the patio garden. She had spent countless hours in this place it had begun to feel almost like a second home to her.
She had left her purse with her friends, but Mitsuru let her use his phone to send Miku a message.
He found her standing in the middle of the living room, holding one of the bottled water. He knew that she'd seen Minako last night and had drawn the wrong conclusions.
"Minako hasn't been my mistress for a long time." He began, wanting to get that sticking point dealt with as quickly as possible. "I'm not a saint Kokoro, I never claimed to be pure and holy. I have needs too."
"Why was she at the office last night?" Kokoro asked a bit warily, unsure if this was something she would ever be ready to hear. But she had to know.
Mitsuru released a sigh, "She's in need of protection, her ex-boyfriend got involved with drugs, disappeared about a month ago, and now she's getting death threats for unpaid debts he'd incurred."
"But why you?" She couldn't stop the jealousy from bleeding through. She didn't like the thought that the other woman knew more about him than she did. That Minako knew him more intimately, had taken him inside her body, had felt his mouth all over—
"Stop it, Kokoro." Mitsuru cut in through her unhappy thoughts as if he could read them. "Thinking about my past isn't going to help. You have your history, I have mine. Jealousy will only destroy what we have."
"Your history is damn longer than mine!" She groaned, frustrated that she couldn't even tell him the truth. That if he knew that she had never been intimate with a man, he would disappear from her life. Why was he so against virgins anyway? Just impatience? Because the hymen bearing girls are clumsy in bed? Had unrealistic demands?
"There's something you're not telling me." He looked at her with intense, searching eyes, and she tried to rein in her frustrated jealousy.
"I can't help it." She said in a small voice. "It hurts too much."
He made an incoherent sound, and the next thing she knew she was being held within his arms. "Baby...sweet Kokoro...there's no reason to be jealous. I haven't been with a woman since I met you."
"But that was..." More than six months ago. For a man like Mitsuru, that's a lifetime to go without sex.
"Doesn't make it any less true." He murmured as he stroked back a lock of hair from her face. His eyes studying her intently.
"This thing between us..." He said quietly as he pulled her to sit on a black leather couch. "You and me. Is that what you want, Kokoro?"
"Well gee, I only just threw myself at you the other night. Not sure how much more obvious I can be."
She wondered how much Mitsuru did know. This evening, the club, her 'wild antics', Kokoro realized she subconsciously did those things because she hoped he'd find out, and will provoke him to act, to chase after her. And he did.
He poured some orange juice into a glass and handed it to her. Then he turned and looked at her, pinning her to her seat with nothing more but the intensity of his gaze.
"Have you given this much thought? About us? I won't be an easy lover, Kokoro. Do you think you can handle me?"
"I won't know until I've tried..." She admitted quietly. "I...I don't have much experience." Correction, she has zero experience. But she can't tell him that.
He reached out to touch the soft angle of her jaw. "You feel it too." He whispered. "From the moment I saw your resume. I didn't know who you were. I just knew you were mine."
In all the months since she'd worked for him, this was the first time he'd ever told her this.
"I kept telling myself you were too kind, too soft and gentle for me. I tried to stay away...to let you find a better man." His voice became lower with each word. "I'm tired of pretending I don't care. Tired of other men lusting after what is mine,"
His hand cupped her neck, and then his mouth was against her lips, kissing her as if he was starving. As if he'd been starving for years. They both groaned at the taste of each other, the sound almost disbelieving this was really happening.
She made a small startled sound when he pulled her into his lap, her thighs astride his waist. His body felt hard and strong beneath her hands as she explored him almost shyly.
Mitsuru didn't speak, just looked at her intently, then he cupped her face with both hands, holding her still while his mouth assaulted her—biting and licking, invading her. She couldn't even kiss him back. Couldn't even breathe. All she could do was submit to him, open to him, every slide of his tongue against hers, every nip of his teeth, driving her need higher.
They were both breathing hard when he finally pulled back. "I want more of you. More access to you."
Mitsuru grazed the backs of his fingers over her jawline, then down her neck. "You're so beautiful."
Kokoro wanted to capture his hand and bite his fingers as he traced her collarbone, she trembled as his hand continued lower, saw the way his eyes widened ever so slightly as he saw the silver Ring of O.
"Do you like it?" She asked softly.
"Very much."
He curled two fingers around the ring and began to pull, unzipping her dress until the tab rested on her stomach, releasing the constraints that held her firm, heavy breasts.
His hand felt so hot against her skin as he slipped it inside, cupping her. With a soft sound of need, Kokoro arched into his touch.
He was murmuring something, like he was talking to himself...something about control, about how he must restrain himself.
She wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he could have her, that he didn't have to hold back so much...but then he rubbed his thumb over one nipple and all coherent thoughts scattered. Jolts of pleasure shot through her body as he rolled the peak, lightly pinching. Then harder.
With a final tug, his fingers moved to the other breast and kneaded it. "Spread your legs wider for me."
Sitting astride him, Kokoro didn't think she could spread her thighs any wider when he pushed her knees away from his body. Oh god, she was so exposed, Mitsuru didn't know it yet, he was so focused on her face.
She bit her lip as he ran his hand up her inner thigh. Hurry...please, I'm dying here. Higher. A pause. Kokoro made an impatient sound as he brushed his knuckles along the sensitive skin. "Mitsuru!"
"Patience." He murmured, though his eyes were anything but.
She nipped him back when he bit her lower lip, then the two of them looked down and watched the movements of his hands as he touched her, even as her breath heaved, his eyes full of naked need, hunger. Greed.
His hand moved higher. Slow. Teasing. Higher still. Then his fingers brushed her wet pussy.
"You're not wearing panties?" he snapped. His green eyes all at once intensely angry.
Kokoro blinked, her blue eyes betrayed her confusion. She thought he'd be delighted not furious. Men! Will she ever understand them?
"Which man was to enjoy this surprise? Mr. Pisspants you were dancing with earlier?"
"Maybe next time you won't parade ex-mistresses in front of me." She smiled at him, unafraid despite his anger.
"Maybe I'll teach you to want only me." His half-crazy expression was back.
Much as it thrilled her to see him so jealous, Kokoro didn't like to play such games. "I wasn't planning on going home with anyone...but when I went clubbing, I intend...to forget you."
"By sleeping with another man?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Weren't you going to do the same?" She reminded him, brushing her lips against the angry line of his. "Come now let's not fight...I would rather have you kiss me..."
"I don't share, Kokoro." He cupped her chin and made her meet his eyes. "Think carefully before deciding to be mine."
"Don't have to." She smiled at him, dropping small kisses on his chin.
"Be sure, Kokoro." He groaned when she began to nuzzle his throat. "This...this changes everything. Once this happens, you're mine."
"I'm not sharing you either." His seductive scent was making her head swim. She rubbed her nose against his.
"I know you'll make this good for me." She murmured, then licked a trail from his neck to the sensitive spot below his ear. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" She nibbled his earlobe.
"Christ."
"I want this." She swallowed again, drew a breath. "I want you." And all the air left her lungs, as he grasped the ring of O and tugged it until it came to the very bottom. Kokoro reached down and with a few tug at the edges, the zipper separated completely and he peeled her dress off.
"Mitsuru..." She called his name as he slowly slid his hands up her torso, thumbs brushing just at the outer curves of her breasts. All the while he rained hungry, biting kisses over her shoulders, her neck, her jaw, while she allowed her hands to roam the breadth of his back and forced herself to stay still, but it was too hard not to squirm wantonly against the rough press of his slacks between her thighs.
"God, the taste of you..." He groaned against her, then her nipple was in his wet, sucking mouth, and she cried out, clutching his head to her.
His hands rested against her thighs, his fingers were hot as a brand, and so close to her center, which was begging for his touch.
As he leaned into her, her thighs rode higher on his waist, he cursed and ground his hips into hers, moving his mouth to give her other nipple the same intense treatment as the first. His tongue swirled tantalizing patterns, his mouth sucked her to an aching peak, his teeth gave tiny nips that made her whimper.
She had always considered herself generous in the boob department, but they had never felt so heavy and feverish, sending arcs of pleasure like gentle lightning between her legs where she clenched on emptiness she was so close to begging for him to fill.
And at last, just as she was beginning to wonder if orgasm from nipple stimulation alone was a possibility for her, his mouth came back to hers.
With her arms and legs wound tight around him, her naked chest held tight against him, he strode through the dimly lit house into the darkness of his bedroom. He lay her on the bed and Kokoro made a soft sound as her back sank into a pillow-top mattress covered with a thick, soft comforter.
Mitsuru moved away, though she can see his movements in the darkness, and after a moment soft light filled the room from a lamp in one corner. Her gaze never left him as he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off, then reached to pull her body closer to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled at the sides. Kokoro's hands immediately flew to his body, desperate to feel the heat and smoothness of his skin, trace the dips and lines of his muscles.
He pressed his mouth against hers and it was not a kiss, not even a lick. She could only make soft sounds of protest as he held her still, and fucked her mouth with a tongue that wouldn't let her breathe.
"Mitsuru...wait, please..." She gasped when he finally released her enough to take gulps of air.
"I'm done waiting, baby. Six months, Kokoro, six fucking months...the things I wanted to do to you then..." He cupped his hand over her soft flesh, his touch both intimate and possessive. "This is mine. Mine to kiss, mine to fuck. Prove me wrong. Tell me you've let other men touch you here since you met me."
Almost stunned, Kokoro could only shake her head.
Male satisfaction suffused his expression as his eyes became hooded. "That's right. You knew you were mine, all this time. You felt it too. It's only fair, you've ruined me for other women too."
"Mitsuru..." She has to tell him, he had been honest with her all this time, even with his past relationships, so why couldn't she do the same? But even that was taken away from her as he slowly touched her, stealing away her voice.
He barely left any part of her unkissed as he made his way down the length of her body, spreading her legs open as he did so. She could only look at him as if in a daze as Mitsuru slid to his knees down onto the floor and grabbed her hips, pulling her until the backs of her thighs rested on his shoulders.
He sank back on his heels, and for a long moment, simply examined every inch of her body. Kokoro felt an overpowering urge to cover herself as the heat on her face roared into an inferno, but she forced herself to remain open before his eyes.
Mitsuru smiled as every part of her turned pink as he studied the soft flesh between her legs. But before she could protest, he leaned down and kissed the inside of her knee. She began to tremble when he gently spread her legs further apart, and his lips slowly slithered up her inner thigh.
The ever-increasing intimacy was starting to overwhelm her, though he took his time, using his mouth and tongue, but when he edged closer to her pussy, she clammed up. Or tried to. She couldn't close her legs against him even if she wanted to.
He made soothing sounds, then used his tongue, gently licking, sampling her taste, her textures, and murmured incoherent words when she cried out softly.
Her hands clenched into fists, bunching the sheets as he used his fingers to part her flesh, opening her up in a way that had her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped, she didn't know how much more she could take as she felt his eyes intently examining her exposed flesh.
"So beautiful, my sweet Kokoro." He murmured before delving in deep, flicking his tongue. Her hips bucked in response, whimpering as he began to suckle her, licking up and down her tiny entrance then tugged on her clit.
He explored her so completely, leaving no part untouched until she thought she'd lost her mind.
But everything changed when he tried to press a finger inside. Until that moment she thought her body was ready, hungry for him, and yet the unfamiliar intrusion of his finger sent her body resisting him in a way she'd never expected it to.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Mitsuru asked, for the first time showing hesitation on his part. "Was I too rough?" He touched her soft flesh once more, she was wet, slippery, but so tight. Too tight. And the way she flinched when he tried to breach her with a finger...
"Tell me you've done this before." He groaned, suddenly realizing what that niggling tiny voice was trying to tell him.
Her silence told him all he needed to know. "Sweetheart...damn it Kokoro, I don't deserve you but I'm not letting you go!"
He dragged her towards him roughly, his hands resting on her hips as he took control once more. She felt powerless to stop him, and could only cede to his demands as he pulled her legs closer over his shoulders.
He was ravenous, eating her with such ferocious need. His hand left indents on her leg when he gripped her thigh to spread her farther. Then as if sensing her need for connection, her need to anchor herself, he reached for her clenched fist, hesitant at first, but when Kokoro unfurled her hand and clutched him as if he was her only lifeline left, he interlaced his fingers with hers.
Mitsuru may know his way around a woman's most treasured part, but when it comes to affection, he was treading uncharted territory. And yet, with Kokoro, it felt so natural, the need to kiss her, to please her, to simply take in her scent, her taste, her textures...
He began to lick her again, making wet sounds that were somehow more obscene to her than what he was doing. Unable to do anything but accept, Kokoro cried out softly as she grabbed onto his hair, and squeezed his hand. Her mind almost blanked out when she felt him lick right there, right where she pees. "Mitsuru...no!" The act was unbearably intimate, felt insanely taboo.
"Yes." He countered, then bent his head towards her again. One lick. One tiny lick she barely felt right on her clit, and her hips tried to buck upward. Prepared for the violent reaction, he held her steady and did it again.
If he wasn't making her blush all over the intensity, the intimacy of his shameless adoration, now it seems he's going to drive her insane with the barest of touches.
"Please...please..." She wasn't even aware that she was begging him, all she knew was the unbearable ache in her flesh.
Finally, he brought his mouth to her. He sucked her deep and stroked his tongue over her clit in the way that drove her absolutely batshit crazy. She tightened all over and exploded, her entire body gripped with racking pleasure.
His licking was different now, softer, gentler like he was softening with her pleasure. As if he's taking care of her even in this.
Slowly, he kissed his way up her body, trailing soft, tickling kisses up her belly, between her breasts, the scented hollow below her neck.
He loomed over her, caging her with his muscular arms.
"Mitsuru..." She whispered to him.
He studied her face intently, looking down at her with a kind of wonder in those smoldering green eyes. "There's no going back."
A small sob escaped her, because he was right about that too. "I...I want it all...I want all of you..."
She felt the thick, smooth head of his cock as he brushed against the tiny opening. He felt huge, like a baseball bat, like something that definitely shouldn't fit into her soft, secret place.
"Shh..." Mitsuru soothed. "You and I...this...this is inevitable. You were made for me."
As if to prove his point, he pressed his cock against the entrance to her pussy. The exquisite stretching burn had her gasping in protest as the first tendrils of panic set in, like maybe it was too much, he felt so huge inside. But he pushed harder into her. Unyielding, unstoppable, Kokoro cried out as her body was stretched taut, forced to receive him. Her trembling hands reached for him, frantic to hold on to something, to someone, and he growled his approval.
"I know you need me to go slow and gentle...but Kokoro, I've waited too long. I can't...subdue my need for you." Mitsuru said in a low voice, his face tight with strain, his mouth twisted in anguish.
A rush of love flooded her as she saw his agony. Reaching up to touch his face, Kokoro made a small sound of surrender and closed her eyes, her body unresisting beneath him.
"No...don't look away." He growled, "Look at me Kokoro...I want to see your eyes. I want to watch the way your eyes grow darker as I pierce your pussy..."
There was no reprieve for her, not a single instant of relief from the intense possession. He pulled back and thrust inside again, deeper this time. The discomfort rose to a fever pitch, and her body instinctively twisted to escape, as if to get some distance.
He was too hard, too thick. He reached too deep.
"Oh, baby...my sweet Kokoro..." He looked half crazed as his voice, a harsh sound escaping him as he tore through her hymen. "No longer pure...defiled by my cock. Yes...yes, take me deeper, let me ruin this virgin pussy."
"It's too much. Please...you're too deep." Her fingers clenched against the hard plane of his abdomen, pleading with him. It hurts too much. Even when he didn't move, the burning stretch didn't ease. "I don't know if I can take mo—"
"You can...you will."
Powerful hands held her hips in place at the edge of the bed, fingers left marks on her skin, marks she would wear for days after this. He pulled back and knelt before her, pulling her legs over his shoulders once more. Even when he tried to soothe her pain, tried to ease the ache away, the hot stroke of his tongue as he licked her with carnal enjoyment only stoked her feverish needs higher.
Torn between two yearnings that were the exact opposites—the longing to have him back and the throbbing pain of flesh newly broken, Kokoro no longer knew what she wanted, confused, feeling lost, the emotions had her squirming, trying to get away.
"Mitsuru..." She called to him, hoping to reach him, but her voice came out breathless, her mind teetered at the edge of blacking out. He tasted her, the salt of her sweat, the slick essence of her flesh, the metallic tang of her virgin's blood...all of her.
"No baby..." He whispered as she protested the unbearable intimacy, somehow this felt so much different than before. "No room for embarrassment between us. You're mine."
With one last stroke of his tongue, he rose up again, reaching between her legs to stretch the soft, dusky folds apart with his thumbs. She flinched as the head of his cock brushed against her tender entrance, swollen, still bleeding lightly from the hymen he'd just broken.
"It hurts..." She gasped as he slowly breached her soft flesh once more, his body straining to go farther, demanding deeper access. He slid his arms underneath her knees, draping them on his elbows, spreading her wide open before his hands followed the contour of her hips, the dip in her waist, then sliding underneath her body to curl his hands around her shoulders to hold her in place.
Her eyes went wide as she tried to wiggle for a more comfortable position only to find she couldn't move except for her hands.
"I'm taking what's mine." That was her only warning.
Kokoro cried out as he forced her body to submit, completely helpless to resist the hard, heavy invasion of his flesh.
He pressed damp kisses to her neck, her shoulder, the tops of her breasts. "I know, baby, I know." Mitsuru murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "It feels too much to take, but you'll get used to me...then it won't hurt so much."
He changed the angle, tilting her hips so that her legs spread farther, her soft flesh canted towards him. "Mitsuru...wait...please." She touched his jaw, his cheeks, pleading with him for a moment of ease. No other man has ever breached her body before, but she knew why he had positioned her like this, the angle would allow him to penetrate her deeper this way.
Pinned down, unable to do anything but surrender, Kokoro felt like a sacrifice, an offering to a primal deity. To be consumed, torn, broken...for him.
His groan was a dark caress against her skin. "God, Kokoro. Baby, I can't wait anymore."
His next thrust reached all the way inside her, ripping a cry of shock and agony from her. Kokoro whimpered as she felt her flesh pulsing, stretching, struggling to accommodate him.
Their foreheads touched as he forced himself to wait, to hold still. He sucked in a hissing breath when she tried to move her hips. The slightest movement made his cock flex inside her, pleasure, exultation filled his features. He wanted her, he needed her, and despite the burn in her pussy, she wanted to be everything he'd ever desired in a woman.
She moaned against his lips as he reached between their bodies to circle her clit with the pad of his thumb, his touch tender, loving, in sharp contrast to the near violence with which his cock forced her open.
"Better?" He asked, brushing his lips against hers. She nodded her head, kissing him back.
He was a heavy, hard presence inside her and he throbbed against her sensitive flesh, twitching with every slight movement she made.
"Oh my god." Kokoro cried out more breath than voice as his cock pressed against a spot so intimate, so personal her mind went blank. Never had she imagined that anyone could claim her so consummately like this, possess her this deep, to be so utterly exposed.
Every place he touched felt hot and tight, and still, he took more, found secret spots she never knew existed. "No more, please!" Kokoro cried out, feeling overwhelmed. She was losing herself, her sense of who she was, slowly but surely slipping through the fingers of consciousness. He was going deeper than the physical, each stroke, each thrust of his hard flesh felt as if he was reaching, taking more of her soul.
"I know you're afraid." Mitsuru murmured, his voice low and vibrated against her skin. "But you've got to let go. Surrender to me Kokoro."
She teetered at the edge of an unknown abyss, a sublime, uncharted place promising her pleasure, of dark, unholy things. And then she couldn't hold out any longer.
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let go."
She soared over the edge, tumbling head first, falling at lightning speed, hitting the bottom with a blinding crash. The complete loss of control was exhilarating, liberating. She could only look up at him wild-eyed, in complete wonder at the wild creature she'd become under his hands.
He wasn't done yet. He kept pumping into her soft flesh, Kokoro gasped as he moved her hips, arranging her in the way he desired. He held her thighs apart and lifted her entire body for every thrust, changing the angle of her hips to bring the most pleasure for his cock, using her in any way he wanted.
If he sent her soaring before, now she exploded into tiny pieces and then once more rebuilt, reshaped, reformed.
"That's my girl." Mitsuru groaned in a harsh voice. "Again."
"I can't take any more!" She gasped, her fingernails clenching against his shoulders.
He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips almost savage, primal, possessive. "You can...you will."
She wasn't sure she could survive another one. Panting for breath, Kokoro placed her hand against his cheek, feeling the hard clench of his jaw, his breath hot against her wrist. Kokoro sought his eyes, seeking to anchor herself amidst the violent intensity that threatened to consume her, if she wasn't lost already.
His eyes met hers. She expected to see lust there, animal madness and she did. But she didn't expect to see tenderness. A deep well of it, a direct window to his soul.
"Mitsuru." She murmured, her heart melting. His lips were loving, tender, so different from the unbearable intensity of his hard flesh ravaging her body. She rocked and swayed with the force of their synced movements, still crying her pleasure, and he held her, mastering her, so undeniably his.
"Kokoro..."
"Yes..." she whispered again, the tiny word broken by his relentless drive into her body. There was nowhere to go but into the darkened abyss below her, pulling her down, threatening to hold her captive. Fear and passion made her feel weak, until her mind floated away. Darkness pulled at her and she gave in. All she could feel was him, consuming her, claiming her, burning any resistance she might have left to ashes. Her mind reset. A clean slate. It was sublime bliss. It was terrifying.
She tried to find herself again, but that small consciousness flitted away as another orgasm roared through her body and she was lost completely. All she could feel was him.
It was a while before the hot, voluptuous darkness cleared from her mind. When sanity returned Kokoro found herself held in his arms, cocooned in his warmth, his breath still heavy, his heart throbbed a rapid tattoo against her cheek. And realized she didn't mind that he had unraveled her to the very soul because he would always rebuild her again.
She looked down at their sprawling, collapsed bodies, still glistening with their mingled sweat, Mitsuru was darker, tanned from his outdoor activity in the sun, while hers was ivory-pale, marked here and there with evidence of their turbulent lovemaking. She realized he was doing the same when she raised her eyes to his face.
"Are you...are you always like this?" She asked as she dropped soft kisses against his damp skin.
He brushed strands of hair away from her face, his fingers gently massaging her scalp. "Never like this...only with you. I was too rough...I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."
"I'm alright." She whispered, in fact, she was better than alright. There was this soft, warm glow that seemed to suffuse her whole being, and she could only snuggle closer to him, feeling undeniably content.
Concluded on Eden II.
A/N: This was supposed to be one long chapter, but I split into two, 12k words of smut can be overwhelming too you know! Wanted to do this for May 12th, the day episode 17(Eden) aired but didn't make it! So this one is a combination of first time and possible pregnancy.