Disclaimer: I don't own Toshokan Sensou (Library War) or it's characters. Wish I did but. :)
Iku woke.
Slightly panicked at her surroundings she made to start when she felt strong arms grip her.
The memories of last night poured back to her waking mind as she looked down at Atsushi's, her husband's, still sleeping form.
At some point in the night she had moved from his hip side to straddling his hips fully. She could sense him stir inside her, still joined at more than just their hips from the evening prior.
His arms locked around her midriff were firm but comfortable.
The blanket was gathered to one side as their combined body heat had been warm enough to sleep uncovered even for the season that it was.
Atsushi sleepily thrust slowly in and out, coming back to full mast. His peaceful face twisting into a pleasurable repose.
Iku with equal gentleness ground her own hips to meet his. Letting the pleasure in the pit of her stomach once again build.
"Again?" she whispered into his ear, eyes lidded her lips curled with a smirk.
Her grindings turning into soft thrusts of her own. She sensed his slack fingers tighten into a steely grip on each side.
Atsushi groaned. His closed eyelids flickering as his lips parted slightly.
Iku pressed her own lips to his and gave a chaste kiss not wanting to wake him yet, but feeling the situation called for it.
Retreating she increased her tempo. Rolling her hips every other thrust drawing his erection deeper. He felt like fire, a heated rod buried in her renewed wetness. As if a candle flame, burning her in all the right spots.
She imagined that if this were a daily occurrence she would be molded perfectly to fit his cock, able to take him instantly whenever she wanted or ready for him whenever he had his own needs.
Iku blushed at the thought and leaned down to whisper in his ear once more.
"What would Shibasaki say if I told her that I used my husband for my personal pleasure while he was asleep?"
Atsushi bucked hard into her causing her to hold hard to the bed's headboard.
"She would say" Atsushi's eyes snapped open "that you have finally found the penultimate use for men. Then pat you on the back."
Iku groaned at his jibe. But thrust hard onto him, forcing him deeper than she had risked while he was actually asleep.
He groaned and tried to roll them together onto her back so that he could be on top once again.
"Oh no you don't" she squealed holding the top "I'm a late bloomer, so I have many years of pent up need to work off."
Atsushi relented and let her have her way. His hands drifted upwards to cup her pert bosom. Rolling her erect nipples under his fingers.
Iku rode Atsushi into the bed, using her added height to hold him down as she bucked her hips into his over and over.
It felt glorious to have him between her thighs. His length and thickness reaching all the places she wanted.
Quickly she learned that by altering her angle or gyrating her hips she could touch whatever spot she needed touched within her.
Atsushi suddenly grabbed her and held her still. "Don't move" he begged through clenched teeth.
Iku smirked once more and bucked against him "I'm sorry, but as Shibasaki would say, your currently being used for my satisfaction, not yours."
Iku sniggered at the imitation of her best friends voice.
Using her position she pulled his hands away. Leaning over as he had done to her the night before she pulled her legs between his, not once altering the depth of the current thrust.
Slowly she began to do push ups above him counting each lift as she squeezed her thighs together.
It was a brief respite, enough to let the need to explode in his wife's damp moist channel subside but the new position was a renewed torture. Each lift was agonisingly slow, the sensation extreme, as he was literally squeezed in and out from her slick love channel.
His moans were like a continuous purr.
At the count of 13 Iku paused.
"Was it 20 or 500 push ups instructor?"
Atsushi groaned.
"You cannot break me Chief Librarian" he pined "do your worst."
Iku saluted and winked before speeding up her regime. Pinned down by her hands and body weight he endured her onslaught as she counted past 26.
The mattress flexing up and down with each slap of their hips. Atsushi watched her long toned legs flex with the exertion to both perform the push up and fuck him hard. He gazed as her taunt smooth ass lifted up, straight backed. Had this been the exercise yard he would have complemented her on her flawless technique. But seeing as each drop and thrust of her hips was drawing him ever closer to spilling his seed he could only groan.
"100" she announced pausing to catch her breath for a moment.
Her own orgasm was so close and by the way his cock flexed inside her with restrained furry so was he.
Smiling she lifted her legs back over his thighs and squat comfortably on his waist once more.
"Hmm what started as playful experimentation turned into a morning workout." She singsonged leaning backwards stretching her back and drawing his tip to just her entrance.
She grunted and looked back at him her eyes heavy with a lust she had never known before.
"When I tell you, I want you to fill me with enough of your seed to guarantee our children." Her voice steely and serious.
Atsushi nodded and pulled her back to his hips, slamming their hips together hard enough to perhaps cause bruising.
Iku gripped his shoulders, her short fingernails digging into his flesh like the talons of an eagle or kite.
She rode his erection hard and unyieldingly. Mashing her thrusts against his.
With a resolve he had never knew he had Atsushi drove into his beloved. Satisfying her needs of him as she directed.
Iku felt her peak and screamed for him.
As her flood cascaded over his stomach in a gush she felt him spurt thick streams of heat into her, impressively considering the night before.
He thrust, holding her orgasm in cycle, drawing it out for as long as he could.
Iku collapsed, spent and exhausted against his hot, slick body.
Her head resting on his chest. The beat of his heart clear and strong, rapid as was his breathing.
She smiled, never had she expected she would or even could be like this.
Drawing herself off him, his flaccid rod reluctantly leaving her confines.
She rolled off him and gazed up at the ceiling. Her hand firmly clasped in his.
"I love you" she stated.
"I love you too" he replied.
Both fell into blissful silence and rest.
Atsushi woke first and noted the time.
1122hrs.
They had slept the morning away, not willing to risk a repeat performance he stood and walk into the bathroom.
After he relieved himself he looked at the scratches and bruises their rough and tumble love making had caused.
A line of finger nail indents deep enough to draw blood dotted his shoulders. Two long shallow gashes down his right hip proved how much effort Iku had put into stopping him from taking the lead after he woke. More cuts riddled his back; dry and partly healed from the night before.
At that moment he heard a giant crash and shout from the bedroom.
Running, he could only laugh at the curled up bundle on the floor.
Iku cursed as he only looked down on her predicament.
"A little help" She pleaded, staring up at him with wide puppy dog eyes. Watery and full of despair.
It nearly broke his heart into pieces the amount of glumness those eyes projected in that moment.
Atsushi leaned down and lovingly kissed her before scooping her into his strong arms and depositing her on the bed.
"What happened?" He queried, stroking her cheek.
Iku pouted "My legs gave out."
Atsushi chuckled, a Komaki-esk smile forming "I wonder why?"
Iku fumed then simpered "Well there was this guy..."
"A guy you say?" He said giving a knowing look.
"My husband, he fucked me eight ways to heaven last night"
Atsushi grinned "Oh really, do go on."
"Yeah, with this really thick, hard, cock of his. That just filled me and stretched me so perfectly I wanted to pass out."
"My my, what a romantic experience you've had" he jibed, Iku saw his erection growing.
"Well, it's partially my fault that I returned the experience this morning."
Atsushi kissed her and helped her stand.
She wobbled but finally stood bandy and bowlegged somewhat. He surveyed the damage and noted dark fingerprint bruises up and down her sides especially her hips and waist. A dark reddish bruise forming on her side where she no doubt fell against the hard floor moments prior. She had her own set of scratches along her wrists where he had held her down and two very prominent ones indent into her luscious ass where he had gripped and begged her to stop.
A copious amount of his semen and her own love juices coated her inner thighs.
They showered together. Atsushi gently supporting her as she washed and cleansed their bodies.
The scent of strawberries lingered in the bathroom as he selected a light robe for him and a sheer dressing gown for her.
Caressing her face he kissed her once more and wrapped his arms around her body crushing her to him in a soft squeal of surprise.
"I love you Iku." He smiled.
Breakfast, or lunch as the case had been, was simple.
Iku made a pot of coffee while Atsushi prepared two serves of Tamagoyaki [grilled egg rolled omelette], a modest one for himself and an extra-large helping for her. She was amazed at how skilled he was with a skillet.
They ate in casual silence, Iku gulping down her meal. When the coffee dinged she stepped over and made two mugs.
Atsushi carefully watched the task.
"Iku, would you like some coffee with your sugar?"
Iku looked up at Atsushi and smiled before taking a sip from her mug feeling the glorious sweetness slide over her tongue.
"No it's perfect." She purred slightly having another sip.
"May I" he asked reaching his hand out. Reluctantly Iku parted with her mug and watched him take a sip.
He cringed and passed the mug back like it was the most offensive thing in the world.
"My god Iku, are you sure you're not a stag beetle. That tastes exactly like what you gave me two years ago."
"I know, just perfect isn't it." She beamed taking another sip from the divine heavenly brew.
Atsushi shook his head and returned to his own mug. He had trained her in the office to make his just right.
Iku hummed a moment then gasped "Wait, after all we did last night, and this morning, you didn't notice I was not a stag beetle?"
Atsushi paused to interpret what was just said then reached over and bopped her on the head as her laughter threatened to spill out.
"Ha ha, no more sugar for you" he said picking up the newspaper.
Iku pouted and turned away "Spoilsport."