I was working on the final chapters when I realized that I put very little smut in this fic. How did you guys let that happen? Why did not anyone warn me? So I added this quickie (pun intended) just because.
CHAPTER 22 - PILLOW TALK
I wake up to the pleasant, familiar sensation of having her in my arms and I smile. Finally. I still do not know what this place is, but by the light that seeps into the room, soon the day will dawn.
A few minutes after she fell asleep, Nick entered the room bringing an improvised crib to accommodate Hiou. Yesterday Kyoko was so exhausted that she only sighed when I laid her down so she could continue to sleep, but now she begins to wake up. She will be angry when she realizes that I was watching her sleep, which makes me smile even more.
"Good morning, my hmpf!" She barely opened her eyes and already covered my mouth with her hand. She looks alert, as if expecting a surprise attack, which immediately puts me on alert as well. Her head moves very slowly, until she sees Hiou sleeping soundly and sighs, relieved.
"If you wake him up, I'll kill you!"
Her voice was a barely audible whisper and there was a fierce gleam in her eyes. Oh, how I missed your death threats! She feels my smile widen under the hand that still covers my mouth, which makes her raise an eyebrow in challenge. Does she have any idea how excited she's making me?
The tip of my tongue traces a line in her palm, which makes her withdraw her hand from my mouth with a gasp.
"Are you okay already?" For the sake of not waking Hiou, I hope she understands the meaning of my short whispered question.
"... What do you mean?" Apparently not. Or she's teasing me.
"I'm asking about your postpartum seclusion. Is it over yet?"
"Oh no, you cannot be thinking-"
She stops talking and blushes the instant I place her hand, the one that has been shutting me down seconds ago, in my almost painful erection. This time, I am the one who raise a challenging eyebrow at her.
"But... we still have to talk and-"
"Is it the kind of talk that's going to piss me off?"
"... I'll be happy if you still want to look in my face after I tell you everything"
What is worse is that she seems to believe what she's saying. Shit, I knew it would be bad, but I did not think it was that much.
"So I'd rather know only after a good fuck"
"Ren!"
"Shhh, keep your voice down or you'll wake Hiou up!" I would have laughed if I had not been so desperate. The mere contact with her skin is driving me crazy!
"But... he'll wake up in twenty minutes at the most!"
"And I just need ten" Humiliating, I know. She looks at me with a puzzled expression and bites her lower lip as she weighs my words. "I'm willing to beg if I have to." The worst is that it's true.
"W-what are you saying? What happened to your dignity?"
"Ran away in the middle of the night for almost a year, leaving me dry for all this time just to reappear in the most unexpected, fucking sexy way!"
"Wait, what? Did not you ... get another procreative?"
"... It was you that I wanted, Kyoko"
If I'd known that's what she needed to hear, I would have said it right away. We missed precious minutes in our whispered deliberation. In a gesture of mute consent, I watch her hurriedly remove her pants while I fight to open mine. The impatience to be inside her again leaves me uncoordinated. When I finally untie the knot I pathetically did in my rush, she pushes me against the bed and climbs over me.
The movement takes me by surprise, she never liked to be on top; therefore, I can only observe her taking my cock in her hands, positioning it and sliding it into her. Fuck! Inside her I'm home.
I cannot help but moan loudly, which makes her put her hand over my mouth again. She's so wet and perfect as she rides me that maybe I will not last even seven minutes. There's something wild about the way she looks at me while she rocks her hips and runs her nails through my chest and abdomen, which makes me think she missed me as much as I missed her. I try to reduce her speed by holding her by the hips, but it's in vain: the rhythm is hers, not mine; The rules are hers, not mine.
I mean, she's fucking me and I'm loving every second. So much so that I may not last five minutes.
Her condition is no better than mine, judging by the force with which she is biting her lower lip. I do not know how she still has not taken blood. Kyoko has always been a vocal lover, so it must be a real agony to control her own horniness to the point where I can only hear the sounds of her breathing. I also want to vocalize all the sensory frenzy she's making me feel, after all, it's the first time she fucks me and she's fucking me with gusto. I need to make her cum quick, or I'll embarrass myself.
I sit down and wrap her in my arms. I take her mouth in mine and release her abused lip from the aggression of her teeth. Our mouths drown out the sounds we are dying to make, but we cannot. Her skin is sweaty and slippery and she is panting as if she struggles for her own life, but she refuses to slow down. I love her so fucking much. My hands go down to her buttocks to help her maintain the frenetic pace she has decided to establish. Oh, Kyoko. I'll remember that you prefer deep, short, and fast thrusts!
Without warning, she interrupts our kiss and bites my shoulder as her body is swept by spasms. A single strangled moan stands out from the noise of our panting breaths, and I finally allow myself to cum as I run her body with my hands and cover her delicate neck with kisses. When will I have enough of her?
She realized that my intention is to continue, after all, I remain hard as a rock and one quick fuck, as incredible as it may have been, will not make up for all the time we've been apart. Kyoko, however, has other plans.
"Let's not press our luck", was all she whispered in my ear.
She gets up from the bed and I have the satisfaction of realizing that she has wobbly legs. She peeks at Hiou before disappearing behind a curtain I had not yet noticed in the room, but I imagine that will lead to a bathroom. She returns a few minutes later looking brand new, as if she had not just fucked the hell out of me, which made me want to grab her back to bed and fuck the hell out of her too, but our son chooses that moment to wake up.
I watch her smile and caress Hiou with so much love that it is touching. She would face hell for him, just as she faced hell for Maria. I almost pity the motherfucker who even thinks about hurting either: there is no more ferocious creature in this world than Kyoko protecting her offspring.
The contrast between who she is now with our so, and who she was a few minutes ago with me is so glaring that I laugh. She looks at me intrigued, but we say nothing to each other. The sexual tension that Nick referred to yesterday has subsided, so gradually the solemnity of the talk that awaits us begins to weigh on us. I get up slowly and go to the bathroom while she nurses our son.
I hope she is exaggerating the gravity of what she has to tell me. After all, I do not want to go to war without being married to her.
N / A - The closure of the fic is near, but it should take me longer than usual to publish it. Just warning, my loves!
As always, thank you for the affection. You guys are amazing!
