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Little by little the alcohol was surging through Marinette's body, flowing in her veins, heating her throat and encompassing her with a dangerous feeling of invulnerability. She got the impression that she would be able to say anything, to do anything, to have anything and everything she wanted.
Her eyes automatically drifted to Adrien, who was looking irresistible in his blue shirt. His hair was slightly disheveled, practically glowing golden and it was standing out more than usual when combined with the exquisite tone of his skin. His eyes were sparkling, his lips were straightened, revealing his white teeth in a smile which led Marinette to drink another sip of whatever was in her glass.
She finished the liquid in one go, depositing her cup in a corner she'd never be able find later on, and drifted closer to Adrien. He was chatting with a young woman with nice red hair and an amber-eyed man, the skin of both very tanned.
Marinette slipped next to her friend, perched on her tiptoes and slowly got closer to his ear.
« You coming to dance? » she whispered.
He turned his head slightly towards her, finding himself a few inches from her lips. A smile still floating on his as he dipped his gaze to find hers a bit clouded.
« No one is dancing, » he replied after a glance around the room.
« So what? » Marinette answered with a raspy voice.
The alcohol flowing within Adrien's blood made him adventurous, emboldening him to openly admire her from top to bottom. The heat of his gaze travelled from her white high heels, which extended her thin and muscled legs in the most enticing way, scanning upward to the blueprint skirt which fell to the middle of her thighs and then his gaze slowed to a crawl. The tight white wrap-over top left little to his vivid imagination as the garment showed off Marinette's silhouette to devastating advantage.
His eyes became lost on her deep neckline and trailed along the column of her neck, admiring her lightly golden skin and her black hair which was cascading down her back. He anchored his gaze on hers, enthralled by her big blue almond-shaped eyes highlighted by mascara which enhanced her endless eyelashes. And then, while he was looking at her lips brushed with gloss, Adrien eventually realized he had been staring at her for a long time. For too long.
He then noticed the mischievous glimmer which was twinkling in her irises and the matching smile which was illuminating her face. His heart missed a beat or two — or ten — when she gave him a wink, turned around to draw him in slowly, very slowly, while rocking her hips to the beat in an incredibly sensual movement.
Adrien clumsily apologized to the two of Alya's friends and followed Marinette in her wake, ensnared by the pleasant scent of flowers floating on the air.
Marinette kept walking, knowing he was looking at her by the weight of his stare, and she couldn't repress the rush of heat to her lower belly. He would have followed her across the world.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Adrien, she stopped at a living-room area which wasn't — too significantly— cluttered, giving them enough space. Marinette turned around, biting her lip and stretched out her hand to him. The young man, completely hypnotized by her cerulean stare and her sparkling smile, interlaced his fingers through hers, enjoying the contact of her soft and hot skin against his. Yet the effect was enough to make them both shiver.
Marinette's lips straightened even more when the song « Never Ending Story » began to ring out in the room.
« Oh, no, » Adrien whispered at his friend's zeal.
He knew how much she loved that song.
« Turn around, look at what you see... » she hummed while laughing.
Adrien felt his heart teeming with love in response to Marinette's happiness. So, without really thinking, just reacting to the joy of seeing her happy, he pulled all of a sudden on her arm, tugging her closer to him until her torso was against his.
For barely a second, their eyes connected. Marinette, tilted her face up to Adrien's, feeling his heart speed up. Suddenly, a terribly familiar smolder lit up the young man's eyes, a smolder which, ordinarily, would have been enough to freak Marinette out, but tonight, it just made the heated sensation stronger in the pit of her belly.
« In her face, the mirror of your dreams, » he whispered in her ear.
An incredibly violent shiver spilled out on the young girl's skin when she felt Adrien's hands press against her waist. All of a sudden, he brought her closer to the ground in a daring dip, his lips dangerously close to hers. The smoldering flame remained in his gaze, still consuming his electric green eyes.
Peals of sincere and delighted laughter escaped Marinette's lips. Encouraged, Adrien started pushing the limits of their bodies, making incredibly physical dance moves, contorting their muscles, shortening their breaths and speeding up their cardiac rhythm. But they didn't care one bit about the fatigue, about the breathlessness, about the gazes from the people around them.
The only thing that mattered was the desire which was possessing them and the euphoria where they were plunged into.
Minutes went by, guests joined them, and soon, everybody started to dance. Adrien and Marinette didn't stop, amazed by the way their movements were in tune, of how their bodies fitting together and of the manner in which their actions were so coordinated. They were close, so very close, but it was nothing compared to what was about to come.
While another song was coming to an end, Marinette reached for Adrien's nearby glass and drank the contents in one go. The young man raised his eyebrows and analyzed her actions with a smile.
« I told you to take it easy. »
She shrugged while putting the cup down.
« I'm fine, » she assured.
Adrien wasn't convinced but settled for her answer and gently rolled his eyes. He didn't have to tell her what to do, she was responsible, and if she wanted to drink, so be it.
He believed her, she was fine, for now, but he wasn't sure how she'd fare the next day if she sustained her current momentum.
The young man's thoughts were interrupted by a new song that began to resonate. The melody was very different from the others, much more rousing, much more... exciting, that was the word.
« Again and again and again, do it again, do it again, again and again »
Marinette's stare connected to Adrien's as he reached out his hand, biting his lip, the air saturated with more nervousness than a few seconds ago. She imitated his expression and intertwined her fingers with his yet again.
Without warning, Adrien pulled her against him and turned her around, pressing his chest against her back. A surprised moan escaped Marinette's throat and her blood pulsated in her veins when she felt Adrien's fervid breath against her ear. His hands fell upon her hips, bringing her closer to him.
« It's easy and easy and easy and easy and creepy and creepy and creepy, oh, again, again, again, again »
Marinette arched against him, gradually pushing her head back and savoring the contact of his body against hers.
« Again and again and again, do it again »
Adrien could have put what he was about to do down to the alcohol which was hurtling through his veins, blaming the party atmosphere or this damn song. But the truth was he was dying to make a move, and all these factors were just playing a stimulating role, not an initiating one. The only one initiating anything was just him. His desire, his age, his lust, maybe, but it was still him.
Then, he started grinding a slow, languorous and powerful movement against Marinette's butt. She, in turn, was much relieved that the song's volume and intensity covered her sigh. A sigh which Adrien, however, heard very clearly. Probably too clearly given the little control he had left. She could only press more incitingly against him, quietly praying for him to do it again, again and again.
And that's what he did.
Thankfully for them, from outside, what was playing between them was almost imperceptible. They just seemed to dance with spirit — a lot of spirit — but nothing more. While there was more, infinitely more going on.
Marinette didn't think, she just concentrated on the pleasure she was feeling. Rubbing her butt firmly and yet tentatively against Adrien's crotch. His hands tensed up around her hips, squeezing her skin between his fingers.
« Mari... » he murmured with such a husky voice that it was barely perceptible.
« Say my name, say my name, say my stupid name, it's stupid how we always seem to do it again »
A smile appeared on Marinette's lips and she repeated this move again, more intensely, feeling the heat propagate and burn low in her belly. Building, always so ardently.
It was probably in this instance that they should've stopped,so that the alcohol excuse stayed valid. But there was more to it than that. So, they didn't stop. On the contrary, Marinette felt something hard surging against her and knew from this point they wouldn't be able to break this contact between them.
Not before having relieved this desire which was engulfing them a little more every minute.
« You're so stupid and perfect and stupid and perfect, I hate you, I want you, I hate you, I hate you, oh, again, again, again, again »
When the bulge at Adrien's crotch began to fill what little space remained between their two bodies, growing more and more until they were literally huddling together, Marinette turned around.
« Again and again and again, do it again, do it again »
Their eyes met in a blazingly intimate stare, silently communicating, perhaps even yelling at each other everything they couldn't admit out loud. With a few strands of golden hair covering the sheen upon his forehead, falling before his eyes, Adrien expressed the full extent of his desire without a word. Marinette gave the faintest of nods and he caught her hand. She bit her lip, as her heart did a double-loop beneath her ribcage, and followed him without hesitation.
They left the room discreetly, and quickly ended up in the room they were sharing without really having thought where they going. Their bodies didn't seem to ask their brains for permission before acting, which, in their case, could only be beneficial.
Marinette, overwhelmed by her desire, pulled on Adrien's arm, practically ramming her face into his. She was surprised when he moved his lips to meet hers. But, encouraged by the alcohol which was coursing through her veins, she placed her hand against his torso and bluntly pushed him on the bed. A smirk appeared on her face, soon emulated by Adrien who put his hands on her waist the moment she rushed at him, climbing over him to press her pelvis against his again.
The feeling of need was only made stronger at this sudden contact, catching them so off guard that guttural moaning resonated in the room. Marinette's skirt pulled up along her thighs, and when she put her hands upon Adrien's belt she couldn't miss the overflowing desire burning in his eyes.
« This is the last time, okay? »
Adrien raised an eyebrow, while a mischievous smile stretched across his lips.
« Seriously, » she grumbled.
His amusement only increased.
« We can say it's a service between friends, » he proposed.
She squinted her eyes.
« I'm really a good friend. »
« Yes you are, » he whispered a few seconds later in her ear.
Another sigh escaped from Marinette's mouth and she got busy taking off Adrien's belt again. He let his lips run along her jawline, going down her neck, licking her collarbone before biting her sweet skin. Adrien's hands slipped onto her back, and Marinette grumbled with impatient frustration.
« I told you to take it easy, » he laughed at seeing her desperate attempt to remove his belt.
« I hate you, » she grouched.
The young man couldn't help smiling as he thought of the song from a few minutes ago.
« As you wish, but hurry up, » he murmured into her neck.
It was Marinette's lips turn to straighten when she finally succeeded in removing the belt.
« Eager, Agreste? » she asked with a mischievous voice.
He grumbled in return and eased his hands under her white top, the garment which had made his head turn all night at the party. His fingers ran across her feverish skin while Marinette threw his belt to the other side of the room before unbuttoning his pants. Adrien kept kissing her neckline, his palms skimming along her back, spreading shivers wherever he touched, always growing more powerfully intense.
She raised her hands onto the young man's shoulders, caressing his muscles concealed beneath his top and started to flick open the buttons, one by one. With the alcohol hindering her usual deftness, Marinette's actions were going slowly.
Eventually, under the steadiness of Adrien's smile, she parted the shirttails of the garment,which suited him extremelywell but suited him even more when it was removed. Marinette moved slightly away, letting her eyes drift to admire his tanned and incredibly chiseled torso. Allowing herself to place her finger on his sternum while Adrien watched her in fascination as she let her forefinger trail along his stomach, appreciating the firmness of his abs before sinking her hand under the elastic of his underwear.
Adrien let his forehead fall against Marinette's shoulder, and her feverish breath puffed against his skin.
The more the young woman's hand moved lower, the more her friend's hand, which was now brushing her belly, explored upward. Soon, his fingers reached her ribs and Marinette felt a hot spark engulf her entire body. In turn, her fingers had found something hot, very hot and hard. So very hard. At her touch, Adrien jumped and stood up, his gaze was captivated by Marinette's eyes which were overflowing with desire.
« Listen, Mari... » he started with a guttural rasp.
He caught her hand, tugging it free from his pants and placed it in a more sedate position on his own chest, intertwining his fingers with hers. Marinette frowned and her eyebrows lowered in bewilderment.
« We shouldn't do this. We'll probably regret it tomorrow. We should just calm down, take a cold shower and sleep. »
She seemed to think on this for a moment.
« Tell me if you don't want to, I won't be mad at you, » she reassured him with a shy smile.
He opened his eyes wide and shook his head as he sat down beside her.
« No! Come on... Of course I want to, I mean... did you see me? »
Marinette scrutinized the man before her. Concentrating on the jerkiness of his breathing, on his eyes darkened from arousal and on the bulge straining within his underwear in conjunction with the red on his cheeks. Her lips straightened sincerely and she nodded.
« Listen, I'm telling this for you. »
Her gaze connected once more with his as she knelt up, adjusting her position to straddle his thighs.
« First, I'm not drunk. I just feel... more relaxed, more myself. »
It was Adrien's turn to hang from Marinette's every word.
« Second, I know I won't regret this, whatever happens. »
A smirk appeared on Adrien's lips and she looked down sheepishly.
« And third... I really, really, really want to. That counts, doesn't it? »
Adrien shook his head, shedding his bafflement with the action. He was staggered by the effect she was having on him.
« It does count. It really does. »
Marinette barely had the time to look up as he caught her by the hips and pressed her against the mattress. A surprised cry escaped her but it was quickly replaced by a laugh. Adrien rushed forward, showering her cleavage with kisses while Marinette's hands ended up in his hair. The young woman's amusement quickly slipped away to be replaced by pleasured sighs when Adrien's mouth wandered dangerously low along her body, pressing kisses down her breastbone. Desperate fingers curled in the young man's golden strands, tightening with ardent strength, urging his head closer. Against her skin Marinette felt Adrien smile.
Released from his apprehension, Adrien's skillful fingers got to work undoing the knot in her shirt and like his own shirt a few minutes before, it was discarded across the room. A gasp of surprise escaped him. Wide-open eyes admired the lingerie on display before him with fascination. Taking in the white bra covering Marinette's chest, admiring the way it was brought out in contrast to her tanned skin tone.
But what really made Adrien's heart beat erraticallywere the details. Like the straps made of lace leading his eyes down to her breathtaking cleavage. Along with the transparent fabric with its delicate lace pattern, offering tantalizing glimpses of what lay beneath, of what Adrien had been dreaming about all day. Peering up from beneath his bangs, the young man saw Marinette watching him, smiling with an eyebrow raised.
He quickly came to his senses and, maintaining the visual contact, slowly moved aside the fabric. Lowering his mouth closer, in gradual teasing increments.
Marinette felt the tantalizing caress of Adrien's breath against her chest and let out a grumble of frustration.
« You... »
Her words died on her lips when the young man's mouth came to rest on her breast. She closed her eyes and buried her hands into his blond strands, encouraging him to keep going. Adrien, not needing to be asked twice, continued his exploration. Letting his fingers run on the underside of her opposite cup, stroking her breast through her bra then retreating his hand to her back. Marinette murmured when he stopped the erotic movements of his tongue and opened her eyes when she felt him move away.
She frowned at the loss of contact, her eyebrows pinched in disappointment as she sought his expression. Her lips parted in a gasp as she became aware of the problem. Adrien's bewitched focus was on her exposed chest. A huge smile appeared on her face and she attempted to repress her giggle. Obviously, she didn't contain it very well because he quickly noticed it.
« You're in no position to make fun of me, » he grumbled.
Marinette's laugh exploded from her lips, rapidly echoed by Adrien who gave up, putting his head against her breasts.
« Adrien Agreste, would you be a virgin? »
He smiled right up against her then sat up. Marinette did so as well.
« Turn around, » he said to her.
« So very romantic. »
He burst out laughing at the innuendo, placing his hands on her shoulders when she had her back to him. His fingers crossed her spine and settled on her bra hooks which, once his laughter had calmed down, he undid. Releasing the garment.
He slid a strap along her arm, pressing his lips on her neck while his hands looped around her waist. When the bra was completely retired, he raised his mouth to the hollow of her ear and his fingers up to her ribs.
« Am I gonna have to do this every time? » she asked with a husky voice.
Adrien smiled against her skin.
« Every time? » he whispered in her ear.
Marinette shivered and a moan of delight escaped from her throat when the young man's palms cupped her breasts.
« I thought this was the last time... » he murmured while tightening his grasp, squeezing her in the most exquisite way with his hands.
She bit her lips and turned her head, peering over her shoulder to lock her gaze with Adrien's. Her eyes quickly drifted to his lips, and the sudden want to kiss them entered her mind. It wasn't the first time, far from it. But what differentiated this instance was Adrien's touch. The way his large hands with slender and skillful fingers tugged on her breasts feeding a need — a need so insatiable and urgent that he was wiping away all sense of control for both of them — froma physical manifestation of the desperate love they were vowing to each other in the absence of a kiss.
Yet, they were fantasizing about it.
Fantasizing about pressing their lips against each other's, about being consumed by it, about discovering themselves in a new light again.
But they didn't give in. Which, in itself, was quite ironic when they knew they were gladly surrendering to their sexual desires. But a simple kiss was absolutely out of the question.
How could they think that reaching this level of physical intimacy was less risky for their friendship than kissing?
And what, besides blinding, love could make the most rational people foolish? Denial.
But, this lack of logic was the least of Marinette's concerns. She let herself go against Adrien's chest, pressing her feverish skin to his, savoring the touches of his hands against her body. His soft and warm lips wandered the top of her back, lingered on her shoulders, kissed her neck while his fingers were tickling her breasts, making Marinette jump, shiver and tremble.
A series of moans, louder that the last ones, resonated in the room when he softly pinched her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger.
She moved her hand back on the mattress, placing it by feel on his thigh, trailing it up along his leg to quickly vanish inside his underwear. The halting of the young man's scorching breath in her ear woke more of this bubbling shared desire. Her hand kept going until it curled around Adrien's member once again. The sensation of his heat and hardness made her sigh in his arms.
« Mari... » he whispered right against her.
She let her fingers brush this glorious part of his body, barely grazing his skin at the start. At first this was due to insecurity, and then, by hearing Adrien's grumbles in her ear, turning it teasing. A slight smile popped up on her lips when he tensed around her.
« You really wanna play this game? » he asked with a husky voice.
She bit her bottom lip and, suddenly, took Adrien's hardness fully in her hand. The surprised moan which escaped his mouth resonated again and again in Marinette's ears. Then she began slow deliberate strokes back and forth while he let his head fall against her shoulder, his senses awakened more than ever.
A few seconds later, she turned around in Adrien's arms. The fire in her lower abdomen heightened even more when his eyes settled on hers. She watched as his pupils dilated, thinning his irises until his eyes looked almost black. It took her a moment to realize why he was reacting this way. It was her bare breasts which evoked this response in Adrien. His fixed look filled with adoration, with... love?
Usually, if alcohol wasn't running in her veins, if she wasn't hundreds of kilometers away from her house and if the night wasn't half-started, she would've blushed and probably freaked out. But, today, Adrien's stare laid upon her inspired nothing but want within her. Want in front of his wink which made her feel so special, so beautiful, so desirable.
Then, she put her lips against his collar bone, making the young man joltat the contact. He automatically placed his hands on her waist while she blazed a trail down his chest, kissing his sternum. The entire time her hand continued its rhythm within his pants. His eyes closed at the onslaught of sensations with his heart racing, his skin on fire. The mounting tension deep down inside Adrien climbed, inundating him. Pushing him into a state of pure bliss, to paradise. The back and forth of Marinette's speeding palm combined with the heat of her mouth on the top of his stomach, ripped a guttural and ragged moan from his half-parted lips.
« Adrien? »
He opened his eyes, discovering the young woman now facing him, and frowned his eyebrows when she removed her hand from his underwear.
« You know... »
« If you don't want to continue, I would understand, it's not a big deal. I'm gonna take a cold shower and... »
She put her finger on his lips to cut him off.
« Stop with your cold shower, » she smiled.
He mirrored her expression, beaming at her as he replaced one loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Marinette's countenance slipped slightly at his gesture but she didn't allow anything to appear different on her face.
« You know, at the end of the year, when we had to do tests at school... » she started with a shy voice.
Indeed, a few months ago, just before exams, a few cases of a sexually transmitted disease — she didn't know which one, and she actually wasn't sure either — had been identified. So, the principal had asked the necessary medical personal to come to the school providing effective tests for those who wanted them. Alya had gone there (to be sure) and Marinette had figured it couldn't hurt, so, she had gone with her friends. The results unsurprisingly turned out to be negative.
Adrien, not really understanding her point, frowned his eyebrows.
« I did them, and they were negative. And you, did you do them? » she asked a few seconds later.
He nodded and caught Marinette's wrist, enabling him to remove her finger still pressed on his lips.
« Negative. But... Why you...? »
A mischievous smile snuck across the young woman's lips, and she dropped a kiss on his cheek. Adrien felt himself blush, but was still confused, until Marinette's mouth was upon his lower abdomen.
« Oh... I see, » he whispered in understanding, sinking his fingers in her long hair.
She put her palm on his upper torso, encouraging him to lay down, which he did without question. Her lips nibbled over his beauty spot, the one she had dreamed of kissing all day long, and while she was licking his skin her hands pulled his pants down. Adrien took over, tossing the redundant clothing across the room.
He could feel his cardiac rhythm speed up with anticipation and let his hands return to Marinette's hair, tenderly caressing her black strands.
She caught the elastic of his boxers, and her gaze locked with Adrien's as she removed the last piece of clothing which preserved him from total nudity. Her eyes went down for a second, and she couldn't help but widen her eyelids.
« What's that face? » he asked by laughing.
She connected her eyes with his again and smiled at him.
« Nothing... It's just... »
He pinched his eyebrows, a grin on his lips.
« Hey, you weren't too comfortable either a few minutes ago! »
« Touché, » he murmured, caressing her hair.
She smiled sincerely at him and gently placed her hand against his groin before she whispered to him with a croaky voice:
« Tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, okay? »
« Yes, I... wow! »
He was cut off by the amazing feel of Marinette's mouth right against him. She smiled at the effect she was having on him and lovingly kissed Adrien's most intimate place.
His cognitive ability vanished and all he could think about was the flare of pleasure engulfing him. The need to keep her near had his fingers tightening in her hair, yet he had to see her face so he swept apart her loose locks. At his gentle touch, Marinette looked up and Adrien couldn't remove his gaze from hers. Something almost magnetic held him in place, some mystic charm she exuded captivated and bewitched him.
A huskier moan than he would have liked escaped from his throat when Marinette's mouth became more confident. This was followed by a grunt, more animalistic than he would have wished, when the young woman's hand began to pump him in time with the back and forth movements of her lips along his member.
Blissful minutes passed. Breaths were taken away. Cardiac rhythms were beating records. Sighs were intensifying. Moans were frantic. The paced movements were speeding up. Tension was at her paroxysm and the pleasure just kept going up, up, and up.
Marinette was guided by Adrien's voice and by her own instinct. Tenderly licking his skin, her eyes set on his. This bubble of desire, of want, of ecstasy and of frustration mixed from growing hours — not to say days, and to even less say months — was threatening to explode at each new second, at each new gesture.
All of a sudden, when Marinette kissed the part of his body on the verge of breaking point, the bubble blew up. She too broke in an unrivaled and new wave of enjoyment. Adrien closed his eyes, completely immersed in this ocean of satisfaction.
Marinette put a last kiss on his member, while continuing her back and forth movements with her hands. Letting her lips run on his lower stomach, up along his abs to lean again on his sternum before softly pressing on his jawline.
She rested on her side, finally having removed her hand off his member to admire the ever so peaceful expression of Adrien's face, until he eventually opened his eyes. His mouth half-opened, like he didn't understand how such feelings could exist. He looked at her with such intensity that Marinette felt the fire in her lower stomach revive, making the flames of desire more powerful and intense than ever.
So, in a perfect parallel of this summer night which had changed everything, she got her hand closer to her lips and licked the liquid which was now on it: the vestige of the lightning pleasure which had just turned Adrien's senses upside down. Her cerulean eyes locked on his green gaze, and Marinette slowly let her tongue traverse her skin.
« You're really going to drive me crazy, » Adrien whispered with a smooth voice.
Marinette gave him a mischievous smile, quickly followed by her friend who shook his head and sighed with satisfaction. He replaced a strand of her hair behind her ear and put his hand against her cheek.
« You sure it was the last time? » he asked with a guttural and husky tone.
Marinette bit her lips and held herself back with all her strength, trying not to throw herself on him and devour his mouth.
She gave a contented shrug of her shoulders with a falsely detached air.
« Hey, you didn't say no! »
She burst out laughing.
« I didn't say yes! »
He got his face closer to hers and he gave her a wink.
« For now, » he murmured.
She lowered her eyebrows but a yell of surprise rapidly escaped from her mouth when he fiercely flipped her over on the mattress, lips straightened.
Marinette put both of her hands on his cheeks and drifted up to his temples, passing her lips over his golden strands. Adrien's features changed from mischievous to sincere with a deeply touching smile. He caught her wrist and put his mouth on her palm, dropping a heavenly kiss upon her feverish skin.
She felt it was the right time, the right time to tell him everything which she had held in her heart for years. To confess how much she was in love with him. How much every move, every word and every smile made her head spin. Of how much she loved him.
But there had been other right moments like this. And just like those, she let this one slip between her fingers like the water from a stream. Keeping her lips sealed and her feelings double-locked in her heart which teemed with love for this boy.
Her thoughts quickly drifted away when Adrien put his lips on the hollow of her throat. With his hands on her hips, he tenderly kissed the top of her body, until he dropped a kiss against her sternum. A cry escaped her when his tongue stroked against one of her breasts. She caught her lips between her teeth, holding back the manifestation of her pleasure.
Adrien raised his eyes to her and whispered:
« Don't hold back. »
« Don't stop, » she replied with a croaky voice.
He smiled right against her and pressed his lips on her warm and soft chest again. One of his hands moved to her thigh, making Marinette jump. She sank her fingers into his golden strands, holding him closer to her skin.
His tongue began devouring her breasts and soon, his hand skimmed under her panties' seams before sneaking inside. Marinette let out a gasp, sighing loudly. The effect he had on her was fascinating. Primal instinct had her grinding against Adrien's hand which was finally at the area she wanted.
But it still wasn't enough.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
« Adrien... » she murmured almost desperately.
At her urging, his lips quickly traveled down along her body, placing a kiss on her belly button before catching the elastic of her skirt which he removed in one second. Her underwear rapidly followed, and Marinette didn't have time to notice she was now naked before her best friend because his lips had found her most intimate place.
An uncontrolled moan made itself heard as Marinette put her hands against Adrien's shoulders, holding onto him like a life preserver. Needing something to shield the sudden bombardment of all these sensations, which were reaching her little by little. He dropped a kiss right against her and started to move his tongue, slowly at first, then more rapidly, from top to bottom, from right to left. Never satisfied with all these sighs of pleasure which were feeding this fire again — which never seemed to want to stop — in his lower stomach.
When Adrien inserted his tongue inside her, Marinette's nails bluntly stunk into the skin of his shoulders, making him moan against her.
All semblance of control was gone for Marinette. And when, without warning, he put his lips on her clit gorged with blood, she powerfully scratched her nails across the skin of Adrien's back, who felt a familiar stirring tightness in his groin again.
He understood now, the difference between making love with someone he loved compared to having sex with an unknown person.
Right now, Marinette's pleasure, her cries, her shivers, her halting breath was bringing him at least as much satisfaction as when the roles were switched. Providing her with unparalleled sensations also electrified and aroused him, much more than he would have believed.
Especially when he felt her tense under his mouth, while her nails were grazing against the top of his back. And when Marinette's orgasm engulfed her as surely as a tsunami, witnessing her body collapse against the mattress, her eyes rolling into her eyelids while hearing the ultimate moan — one much louder than the others — escape from her lips, Adrien asked himself if he would know this again one day, with someone else.
While it was still his first experience, he already knew it was insurmountable.
Suddenly, Marinette opened her eyes, revealing her irises, blue like skies under the moonlight. Adrien offered her a smile and put his lips against her stomach before laying down next to her.
She turned on her back, breaking the visual contact, trying to get a grip on herself.
« You're okay? » Adrien asked while his gaze fixed to her chest which was lifting and lowering at the rhythm of her breath.
She returned her attention towards his face and gave him a satisfied smile.
« I'm okay, » she murmured while nodding.
They looked at each other for a second, or a minute, or maybe more. The notion of time had completely escaped them.
« We should probably sleep, » he eventually murmured.
« We probably should, yeah. »
Marinette mobilized all the strength she had left and looked away. She knew that if she kept looking at those green eyes... Well, precisely, she didn't know what would happen if she kept looking at those mesmerizing green eyes. And she wanted to retain the little control she had left.
« I can sleep on the couch, if you want. »
Marinette burst out laughing.
« Why? » she asked, staring up at the ceiling.
Adrien shrugged his shoulders.
« To give you some privacy, I guess. »
« After what we just did, you really think the problem would be to sleep together? »
A smile appeared on his lips and he began to laugh too, realizing the absurdity of his offer.
He positioned himself on his back too and let out a long and deep sigh.
« What are we gonna do, Adrien? » she asked with a worried voice.
They turned their heads at the same time, and their gazes met.
« Sleep, » he replied after a while.
The absence of fun or mischief in his response showed Marinette that he didn't have any more answers than her, and that he was probably just as lost as she felt.
She nodded and let her eyes scan his lips. He noticed but didn't say anything, didn't make any funny comments, drop any telling hints or remarks, nothing.
« Can I hug you? »
Her tone was so cute that Adrien had to hold himself back from confessing how much he was in love with her.
Instead, a sincere and touching smile drew across his lips and he gave a slight nod. He kept his lips sealed, because he knew that if he opened his mouth, his heart would do the talking. So, he extended his arms towards her and Marinette slid into them without hesitation, putting her head against his muscled and warm chest. She wrapped his waist with her arm and settled beside him, her warm breath mixing with his. Adrien let one of his hand softly caress her skin, while the other was placed just below her breasts.
They were intertwined against each other, curled together, their bare skin pressed on each other.
Both were trying to focus on everything but this desire which was still lingering, deep down inside, and which didn't seem ready to release them just yet.
So?
Aha, can't wait to read your reviews, to know what you thinking about this!
Have a good day, good night, good evening, or whatever :p
P.S : about the song, I had just written the first chapter when I listened to this one, and, yeah, it definitely matched with this story aha.