So a few days ago my inner slut started thinking about Inuyasha's sweaty muscles and well this happened ahhahahaha.
I'M NOT SORRY.
Stare
She was staring.
Kagome knew she was staring, was even pretty sure he knew she was staring, but she couldn't help it, couldn't stop even if she'd tried. Like a magnet, her eyes were drawn to all that glorious tanned muscle right there on display, surprisingly lightly furred with dark silver hair and glistening with a light layer of sweat from the noonday sun. His arms were crossed as he stood there talking to Miroku, the muscles in his arms bulging out for her viewing pleasure and drawing attention to the hard strength of his broad shoulders. From where she was standing she could make out a mouthwatering trail of silver hair that started at his navel and disappeared into his low slinging hakama and greedily she devoured the sexy V of his hip bones and hard planes of his deliciously defined abdomen.
Good lord...had he always been like that? Kagome had seen him plenty of times without his kosode and suikan on, had even bandaged that bare chest and back more times than she could count, but this...Kagome was positive she'd remember touching all that gloriously hard muscle.
Feeling flushed in a way that had nothing to do with the weather, Kagome licked her lips as her face turned a light shade of red, appreciative brown eyes glued to his half-naked form and not even noticing when the basket of herbs she was carrying tilted in her distraction, spilling some of its contents onto the ground. She also missed the way Inuyasha's nose started twitching, his ears swiveled around toward her, and a slow, knowing smirk curled his lips upward but his gaze remained on the dark-haired human before him.
It was only when she heard her name being called several times by a slightly concerned Sango did Kagome finally snap out of it and with wide eyes once she realized what she'd been doing, Kagome shook her head and tore her enraptured gaze away from her half-demon husband of three months and focused on her friend.
She gave her a guilty smile, muttered some excuse about the heat getting to her, and answered in the affirmative when Sango asked if she was all right. The mother of three didn't look convinced, but didn't press the issue and merely nodded before continuing toward her home, carrying a dozing Hiroshi and trying not to trip over her frolicking daughters as they darted between her legs.
Kagome released a breath and made to follow, but then paused, bit her lip, and slowly turned her head to search for her silver-haired hanyou.
Chocolate brown collided with heated amber and the breath caught in her throat. Her face flamed, warmth pooled between her legs, and her heart thudded against her ribcage, threatening to escape and fall right into his clawed hands. With a squeak of embarrassment from being caught in the act, Kagome scurried after Sango, ducking her head and not even bothering to go back and pick up the herbs she'd dropped.
Ignoring Miroku as he tried to regain his attention, Inuyasha chuckled lowly as he watched his wife scamper away, the scent of her excitement still lingering, assaulting his senses and making his blood heat in his veins.
Nice try, Kagome, he thought and finally turned back toward a knowingly smirking Miroku, but I ain't letting you away that easily.
-X-
Kagome sighed as she entered her home that night, weary from the day's chores and looking forward to a nice meal of rice and vegetables. Then she remembered Inuyasha had been working all day as well – oh, did she remember – which meant dinner had yet to be prepared. She sighed, but smiled and shrugged, not at all minding the fact that she had the opportunity to cook for her handsome husband so he had something waiting for him after a hard day under the sun's heat.
Toeing off her shoes, and peeling off her tabi socks as well, Kagome ditched her robes for a more comfortable and casual yukata before going outside to pick some fresh veggies from their garden then retreating back inside to put some water on to boil over the fire and slice up the vegetables. Grateful that Inuyasha had thought to build them a small table of sorts fashioned similarly like the one back at home in her time to aid with tasks such as laundry and cooking, Kagome got to work, selecting her sharpest knife and humming a tuneless melody to herself softy.
She let her thoughts wander to the distracting attractiveness of her hanyou husband, the hot image she was treated to today flashing through her mind's eye and she giggled girlishly. Of course, being married for three months, she was no stranger to his body, nor he hers, but every time she looked at him it was like it was the first time all over again. Butterflies in her stomach, a flush on her face, heat pooling in certain areas that made her squirm and ache...
The door flap rustled and a warm breeze wafted in, caressing her ankles and pulling slightly at her hair. Kagome froze and the breath caught in her throat, recalling the way he'd looked at her earlier; hot, sinfully seductive, practically undressing her with his eyes and Kagome shuddered as the familiar sound of bare feet padding across the hardwood approached her.
He stopped behind her and she could feel his heat, smell the light odor of clean sweat and something darker, spicier that was uniquely him. Strong arms reached out on either side of her, caging her between a hard body and the table as clawed hands planted firmly onto the wood. Kagome swallowed thickly and shivered again as hot breath washed over her neck. She could feel his chest brush against her back, feel him against her backside, making her heart stutter and her blood to race in her veins. The familiar ache flared up again and unconsciously she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the building tension.
Something sharp suddenly dragged along the column of her neck and Kagome realized it was his fangs as her head fell back, mouth parting in a breathless gasp. The knife dropped from her hand to land on the table, forgotten.
"Wife," Inuyasha rumbled and his hot tongue lashed at the flesh of her neck.
"Hah," was the only thing Kagome was capable of saying at the moment.
She felt his mouth curve into a smirk. "I saw you today," he growled as one hand rose to pluck idly at the tie to her yukata. "You were staring, wench." He tugged and the tie loosened.
Kagome's breath hitched. "S-staring?" she echoed, her voice breathless.
"Yeah." His voice was rough, husky with desire. Kagome's skin pebbled as his hand slipped inside the opening and grazed his claws against her belly. "Didja like what you saw, wife?" He stepped closer and Kagome felt something hard press into her backside. She whimpered.
Unable to answer, Kagome leaned back into him with a soft whine, her head falling onto his shoulder, mouth parted and eyes closed as his hand swept up to tease her breasts, brushing over tight nipples and caressing softly.
"I think you did," Inuyasha continued, cupping one breast in his hand, sweeping his thumb over the hard peak, then moving to give the other the same treatment. Kagome's scent darkened, growing heady, intoxicating, and he bit down on his lip to stifle the needy groan that welled up. His hips rocked forward involuntary, driving his erection into her ass and reveling in her breathy moan. "Considering what I smelled, I think you liked it a lot. Didn't ya, Kagome?"
With one hand gripping her breast, teasing the hard peak with deft fingers, the other dragged sinful claws down her belly to the apex of her thighs, brushing against damp, dark curls. Kagome's thighs parted without his prompting and he smirked, releasing a low raspy chuckle. "Yeah," he rumbled. "You did. And I don't even need to smell you now to tell you that. Wanna know why?" Dragging his tongue up her neck and along her jaw, Inuyasha gently nipped her ear as his hand dipped between her legs but merely caressed the sensitive flesh of the inside of her thighs. Kagome trembled against him and he grinned.
Covering his hand on her breast with her own while her other circled the wrist located between her legs, Kagome whimpered and tried to push his hand against her heat, needing his touch, feeling like she was burning alive. She ached, she throbbed, her core blooming for him as she keened softly, wordless cries for his passionate touch.
She felt his growl reverberate through her entire body, could feel it in her chest, rolling against her skin like a physical caress. She whimpered a fresh rush of heat pooled between her legs. "I know," Inuyasha said lowly and finally brushed his fingers against slick heat, "because of this."
He stroked her and Kagome cried out, rolling her hips against his hand, collapsing back against him, trusting him to support her weight as she trembled, shook, came undone from his sinful caresses.
"I stare too, you know," Inuyasha confessed in a low rumble in her ear and Kagome gasped, her eyes shooting open. He continued to stroke her wet folds, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, loving how she quaked and quivered against him while releasing soundless cries of pleasure. "I like watching you collect your herbs and plants, when you think you're alone and you take your robes off to cool down." His mouth dropped to her shoulder and laved the skin, fangs scraping, teasing. She jerked against him, bucking against his hand and he rewarded her with a firm stroke to her clit. His name left her mouth on a gasp of pleasure. "I like watching you in the garden on hot days, wearing that short fucking skirt you still have. I like it when you bend over and give me a nice view of this." He ground his stiff length into her ass and Kagome's moan rang loud in his ears.
Panting now, on the cusp of mind-numbing pleasure, the coil in her belly tightening, the tension building, threatening to explode and burn her alive, Kagome whimpered and moved her hips against his hand, trying to find that elusive completion, needing him to touch her more, touch her harder, faster. She pushed back against the hardness pressing into her backside and heard his sharp intake of breath, started to smile, then gasped when he seized her hip and ground roughly against her.
His breathing ragged, Inuyasha gave a hedonistic growl and abruptly stepped back but only to hurriedly unfasten the tie to his hakama, releasing his throbbing erection. "I stare at you all day, Kagome," he rasped in her ear as grasped her yukata and dragged it up over her ass, exposing her to him. Heated amber eyes zoned in on her glistening pink center and his lips pulled back in a savage snarl. "But do you know, wench, when I stare the most?" Withdrawing his hand from between her legs, smirking at her whine of protest, Inuyasha reassured her with hot kisses along her neck and jaw while his hands grasped her hips and his feet nudged her legs farther apart.
Slapping her hands against the table and pushing back against him, Kagome tilted her head back onto her shoulders and thought she made a sound of inquiry, but for all she knew what came out of her mouth could have been wordless pleas to stop talking and fuck me, dammit.
He suddenly laughed, the sound husky, so maybe she did say something along those lines, but then it abruptly didn't matter because something hot, hard and wonderful slid between her thighs and grazed her clit and Kagome trembled, giving a drawn out moan.
"Fuck," he cursed, and god, she loved it when he did that. She heard him suck in a ragged breath, felt his hands flex on her hips, felt his cock nudge her opening and she whined, twisting her hips, needing him inside her, now. "I stare the most," Inuyasha gritted out and slid his cock against her weeping core again, coating himself in her honey, "when you sneak off to be alone somewhere, when you think of me as you touch yourself." Snaking an arm around her waist, Inuyasha abruptly hauled her up against him, her back to his chest, and he drew in a sharp hissing breath as his erection pressed up against her hot center. Kagome's head fell back against his shoulder as one arm reached up and wrapped around his neck, fingers twining in damp silver hair.
Although her face flushed darkly at his confession, Kagome was too far gone to be embarrassed that apparently he'd been watching her perform such an intimate act and she merely gave another low moan as her hips undulated against him, grinding down on the hard length between her legs and whining when it wasn't enough to relieve the ache. She tugged at his hair and turned her head to bite his neck in her frustration, giving soft growls now and she felt more than heard her husband's amusement at her predicament.
Smirking wickedly, Inuyasha shifted his hand to dip between her legs again and stroke her slick heat once more. Kagome jolted and gasped, her back arching, her mouth dropping open in a soundless cry of pleasure. "Like that, do you?" he growled in her ear and gave it a gentle nip. Without warning he withdrew his hand and ignored her whimper of protest as he replaced it with her own hand, using his grip to guide her fingers against her dripping folds. Unabashed Kagome followed his lead without prompting and stroked herself, moaning at how good if felt, but whining when he didn't allow her to touch her clit.
Staring down his wife's body with her hand between her legs, it was all Inuyasha could do not to explode right there at the highly erotic sight of his Kagome pleasuring herself, allowing him to guide her fingers against her snatch and tease her opening with light touches. He growled and shifting his grip on her hand, he finally allowed her to brush her fingers against her swollen clit and she jerked, crying out and he did nothing as she started frantically rubbing the sensitive pearl, sobbing when it wasn't enough, begging for him to relieve the impossible ache, the burning, the tension building to nigh unbearable heights.
"It's not enough, is it, Kagome?" Inuyasha asked her, his voice strained and his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to rein in the desire to sheath himself inside her with one brutal thrust and fuck her into oblivion. Kagome's reply was a frustrated moan as she rocked her hips against her hand, unable to achieve completion, needing something more. "No, it's not," he continued, subtly shifting his hips back and hissing when the tip of his cock nudged her entrance. "Do you know why, Kagome? Why it's never enough to make you come with just your hand?"
Predictably Kagome didn't answer and with swift movements Inuyasha suddenly jerked her hand from between her legs and pulled both of her arms behind her back so he could shackle her wrists with a single hand. "I'll tell you why," he growled savagely in her ear as Kagome gasped and trembled against him. "Because this"—he squeezed her wrists, indicting her hands—"can never compare to this."
With a thundering growl reverberating in his chest, Inuyasha used the grip he had on her wrists to tug her back into him as he jerked his hips forward and finally sank his cock into her hot sheath with an agonizing slowness that had him releasing a string of colorful curses. Kagome moaned and tried to thrust back against him but his firm hold on her hands prevented her from moving.
She arched her back and fruitlessly tugged at her hands. "Inuyasha, please," she sobbed, her entire body trembling, her breath coming in short pants, and her desire, her need for her husband to start moving so great she couldn't bear it. She tried moving again, desperate for that friction, that wondrous sensation of his cock pounding ruthlessly into her, but then without warning Inuyasha withdrew and delivered a single hard, punishing thrust.
It was instantaneous; Kagome's back bowed as her mouth dropped open in a silent scream and she convulsed, her walls clamping down hard onto the thick length buried within her as she came with an intensity that had her vision going momentarily white. She was vaguely aware of Inuyasha uttering another expletive and then before she had even recovered from her first orgasm he started moving again, drawing back and thrusting back into her slowly, again and again, amber eyes fixated on the erotic sight of his erection sliding in and out of his beautiful wife's body.
"Inuyasha," Kagome moaned, her trembling knees threatening to give out on her as she leaned heavily back against her hanyou husband. "I can't...ah!" She jolted forward when he slammed into her hard and the warmth started pooling again, the tension building, burning hotter as pleasure spread throughout her entire body.
Inuyasha didn't respond verbally and released her wrists; instantly Kagome slumped forward onto the table, supporting herself on her arms as her head dropped forward, her breathing heavy. One clawed hand landed between her shoulder blades and steadied her as he continued to deliver hard, slow thrusts of his cock into her core, while the other tangled in her hair, but didn't pull.
Kagome moaned, the sound half from pleasure, half from frustration as Inuyasha continued to fuck her agonizingly slowly, his pace never quickening and it was driving her insane. At the same time, however, she absolutely loved it, the glorious sensation of his cock pulling out and pushing in, filling her completely, retreating and driving back home with spontaneous, hard thrusts. She clawed at the table, pushing back against him, trying to meet his thrusts but his hand on her back only allowed minimal movement. Inuyasha was in one of his dominant, do-as-I-say moods, and while most of the time it turned her on like no tomorrow, right now what she needed wasn't this slow, tortuous pace, but fast, hard, and god, it was so good!
As Kagome writhed on the table, digging her nails into the wood and rocking urgently back into him, Inuyasha growled his approval and rewarded her by slamming home in a series of fast, hard thrusts. As it turned out that was his undoing; unable to stop once he'd started, the pleasure too intense, too fucking good, he snarled and pounded into her over and over, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the room amidst groans, growls and heated moans for more. Giving a harsh groan Inuyasha slammed his hands on either side of her hips and pistoned into her over and over, wanting to her feel her tight heat clamp down onto his cock, needing her release more than he wanted his own. He muttered her name over and over as his forehead rested between her shoulder blades, his jaw clenched, his eyes shut tight as the coil in his gut tightened, threatening to explode.
"Y-Yes," Kagome gasped and tossed her head back, closing her eyes as her husband finally, finally fucked her like she wanted, his pace bruising but so good. With every forward thrust he canted his hips just at the right angle so his shaft brushed against her clit and she jerked, whined, whimpered and moaned until finally, as he delivered a rough, grinding thrust that had her seeing stars, Kagome screamed and spiraled into oblivion.
"Fuck!" Snapping one arm around her waist, Inuyasha draped himself over her as his release roared through him with the force of a hurricane, hotter than a thousand suns, burning through his body until he thought he might explode from the intense pleasure. His blood pounded in his ears as his heart thundered in his chest, threatening to break through his ribcage and into the hands of his beautiful and amazing smelling wife who right at the moment was coming down from her high and was making the sexiest little noises of contentment.
Taking a moment to revel in the afterglow of some fucking amazing sex, Inuyasha gave a low groaning sigh and buried his nose in Kagome's neck, inhaling deeply as he waited for his hear to return to its normal pace. Kagome lay pliant beneath him, accepting his weight with zero complaint, and he grinned. His breathing ragged, his face flushed and sweat dampening his hair to his forehead, Inuyasha found the strength to lever himself off and withdrew from her with a soft grunt. Kagome continued to lie across the table, reluctant to move, and he shook his head with an amused chuckle as he refastened his hakama and tugged her yukata back down.
Wordlessly he pulled her into his arms, lifted her up and walked the short distance to their bedding where he promptly dropped to his knees, laid her back down and stretched out beside her. Kagome wasted no time in snuggling up next to him and he was content to prop his head in a hand while the other trailed lazily up and down her body. She hadn't bothered to retie her yukata so it hung open and he brushed it out of his way with an annoyed grunt, wanting her bare flesh under his fingers. Kagome hummed in appreciation as he dragged his down her side, along her hip, playfully dipping down to stroke her bottom, then back up to her arm and shoulder.
No words were exchanged for a long time, but they weren't needed, and Inuyasha thought his wife had fallen asleep and was just about to take her into his arms and succumb as well when her drowsy voice reached his ears, his name falling from her lips inquiringly.
"Mmm?" Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, Inuyasha kissed her forehead and sighed, wondering not for the first time how lucky he was to have someone as wonderful and beautiful as Kagome love him.
He caught the sly tilt to her lips and his brows dipped slightly in confusion, but before he could ask, she spoke again.
"I like to watch you, too," she confessed in a husky whisper and her smile widened when her husband release a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.
"Kagome," Inuyasha whined as his groin stirred to life once more, the thought that Kagome had watched him while he was thinking of her just too damn good to ignore. "That's not fair."
Biting down on her lip to stifle her mischievous giggles, Kagome sing-songed, "Goodnight, Inuyashaaaaaa," and then tried very hard not to burst out laughing when her husband gave a long, drawn out, and exaggerated groan of despair.
