Chapter 4- Back to the Apartment

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Misaki's POV-

After we got back to our gigantic apartment, Usagi said, "We'll go see the Empire State Building later tonight...but…"

Hm?

"Now...I want my Misaki."

"A-Ah!"

He flipped me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. I dropped onto the bed. I looked deep into his eyes, to search for something. I wasn't sure what...but...I had to keep looking… That's when he leaned toward me, until our lips were a centimeter apart.

"What are you thinking, Misaki…?"

I glanced up at him, feeling my face redden. He connected our lips not a moment later, then asked again.

"Misaki."

I turned away, unsure of how to answer. I understood then why I needed to search him, to know what he was feeling inside. Why I couldn't stop wondering about our feelings, the emotions constantly racing around our heads.

I need...reassurance.

I heard Usagi's voice close to my ear, almost a whisper, a caress of words. "No matter what Takahiro says or does, I will always love you, Misaki…no one could replace you, nor could anyone take you away from me. I will always protect you."

"Baka."

You always know what to say, don't you…? Usagi-san…?

He lifted up my shirt, while kissing the sides and curves around my stomach. His fingers traced the marks he had left before. They were smooth, and soft against my body. I moaned softly, and shut my eyes.

His tongue grazed my right nipple. I bit my lip, in anticipation. He started to roll the other, and I felt myself get turned on slightly. With every movement, every touch, I could feel my innermost desires burn like candles, waiting to be snuffed out. Usagi blew on my now wet nipple, and it made me tremble with ecstasy.

He lifted my shirt above my head, and I could have sworn that the impatience I was feeling was written all over my face. As if he read every last line, he swiftly tore my pants off as well. The sensations were only multiplying as I felt his hands wander somewhere lower than my stomach.

I took a sharp breath, not bothering to look down. I knew what he was doing, but I wasn't exactly in the position to object. I started panting, moaning a few times here and there as he skillfully played me like a flute. Gently, and lightly, but with added pressure.

He wandered up my body until he was face to face with me again, then put three of his fingers into my mouth.

"Suck."

I did as I was told, unable to stop the lust from showing in my eyes. I let my tongue navigate around his long fingers ever so slowly, while sucking them at the same time.

I moaned as he started to prepare me. Usagi is so skillful in this kind of thing. The way his fingers twisted and turned inside of me set my heart ablaze. The technique he provided was saved only for me. The way Usagi kills me on the inside, but then heals me again, over and over, was unbearable. He stretched his fingers as far as they could go. As soon as he took them out, I felt empty. The heartbreaking emptiness pierced my soul, until I felt something else threaten my hole. My eyes teared up as he went beyond the expectation. I felt the added passion, mixed in with shame and pain. He softly bit down on my neck, to balance it out.

He thrust repeatedly into me, his hands wrapped around my sides. He sat up, and pulled me up with him. He used force to move my body over himself, taking my sides and moving me up, and down…

"A-Ah...a-ah, ah...unh...ah-ah-A-AH, U-USA-"

"Misaki...ah…"

He laid down, and I placed my hands on his chest. I bounced myself above his dick, and he bobbing, unable to stop. I found myself growing stronger with each thrust. I pulled upward, pushed downwards, and sometimes found myself circling Usagi's tip.

Soon, we were both coming close to our climaxes. Usagi took over, finishing us both.

"Unh~unh~unh~! Usagi-san-AHHH!"

"Misa...hah...ki...unh...AH~!"

We laid there, staring at each other's eyes until we fell asleep.