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She blushed. He could see it as the moonlight struck her face and the way she looked away while biting her lower lip. It only made Gaara more curious. Whatever was going through this woman's mind, it was intriguing.
An unfamiliar urge struck him as he let his gaze slide over her face and down her body. He wanted to know her, her thoughts and her secrets. All the things she tried to hide right now but also the things she seemed prepared to show him. Everything…
"Miki?" He said it in a soft voice and while he kept his focus on her, she turned to face him. He leaned in and before he closed his eyes he saw her eyes widen.
Her mouth was slightly open in surprise but Gaara kept his own shut as he pressed his lips to hers. Miki first seemed stunned because she was motionless but only for a moment.
"Uhn…" She made a little confused sound as he pressured her a little, but before he was about to turn away, she moved her lips, and unlike how he had just pressed his to hers, she responded with placing little kisses on his mouth.
A fire burned within Gaara now as he tried to mimic Miki, lips moving to hers revelling in their softness and the heat that came with it. He followed his instinct to reach out for her and she followed his hands as they pulled her into his embrace. Before either had truly realised it she was back to sitting on his lap, a leg on each side of him, but this time their nervousness was switched out for resolve. Gaara couldn't exactly say what it was aimed at or where it came from, he just determined that this felt too good for them to be doing anything that could be wrong.
Miki's hands danced across his chest, making him snap for breath and as he did that his mouth opened and he felt her tongue reach his mouth.
Startled he pulled his head back. He was out of breath; so was she. He tried to collect his thoughts, which it was somehow difficult. Miki looked shocked at him.
"I am sorry!" she said trying to move backwards and away, but Gaara's hands wouldn't allow it as they had locked behind her and winded he asked with a frown on his forehead.
"Why? Did you not like it?" It had definitely felt like she did. She stilled.
"I… Yes… But you…" She let her head fell upon his shoulder. "I am confused."
"So am I." he said honestly. And that wasn't even accounting for the emotions that stirred within him. "You said something about your expectations from me? Could you… explain that to me?" It still puzzled him, her motivations. On one hand she seemed at his level; confused but curious, but on the other hand she seemed cunning as if she knew what was going on.
"No…" she murmured. "It is too embarrassing."
"Tell me." His made his voice insistent and as someone who was used to be obeyed with this tone of voice he expected her to do so as well. Miki didn't seem thrilled about it, but she did start to explain. Without moving away from him, she whispered.
"I was told people on the continent were quite… I do not know the word here… Uhm… intimately active?" If she had looked up she would have seen Gaara turning a deep shade of red at this but she continued without knowing.
"I have heard things… stories of married life and these intimate activities." He kept blushing but kept his hands locked behind her, not moving an inch.
"I was curious." She exhaled. "But I had to wait for my marriage, which my family were the ones to decide on. And then I made the mistake of expecting you to want it as much as I did, because you were from here." Finally she moved to look at him. She pleaded.
"I am sorry. I have been too focused on myself and I have not listened to you as I should."
Gaara listened understanding that he wasn't the only one to have misinterpreted things between them.
"But did you like… did you like to kiss me?" the last part became a whisper to avoid it trembling. Looking straight into his eyes Miki answered.
"I did. But if you did not-"
"I did too."
"Oh." Silence fell upon them. Miki stirred a little shifting to sit better as Gaara tried to think of what to say.
"So… We did both like to kiss?" She said softly.
"It… seems like it."
"Can we… try it again?"
Without a thought Gaara closed the gap between them. Again he followed her lips' movements and again she made his head spin, her hands slipping around his neck nuzzling his hair, while his slid across her back attempting to warm her cold skin. The kimono clearly was not meant for warmth. Just as he felt the impulse to move his hands to her front he stopped the kiss again.
"Miki… Miki… I need to know…" he panted. "Why do you want to do this?"
"Oh…" Again she bit her lip, and again it made Gaara feel the urge to get to know all her secrets.
"You have pleasured yourself, yes?" Again her blunt question took him by surprise and as his ashamed voice failed him he just nodded.
"Me also." She smiled beginning to resemble the woman who had entered the room a while ago. "But I have been told that together." She pointed to each of them. "It is much better." Her smirk made it ache on Gaara's body.
"That is why I am curious. And you, as my husband, are the only one I will be with. So if you should want to… I hope that you will honour me and be with me."
With this Gaara understood that it was up to him whatever would happen now. A part of him wanted the night to finish. Sleep. Be done with this. It was too much already and not even accounting for the ceremony and banquet, he felt delirious. But looking at Miki he knew it was only a tiny part of him now. Here was something that seemed much more interesting.
"You will have to tell me things you learned… I don't know much myself." He murmured in her ear as he pulled her close for a hug. She then turned to look at him.
"What do you know?" the question seemed rough, but her expression told him she meant it earnestly. He had a hard time answering though as his voice turned on him. He tried to clear his throat.
"Well… I know… you know… the basics? How a man and woman… work." Never had he felt the compulsion to hide his face more but he also knew that if he was ever to say such things, it should be to the woman sitting on his lap not wearing more than a see-through kimono while calling him husband.
"I have been taught that hand and fingers." She wriggled her fingers at him. "As well as mouth, lips and tongue are the best for intimate contact everywhere on the husband's body." Gaara almost hissed. The thought of her mouth on certain places on his body…
"What…" he swallowed. "What about on your… body?" his voice was awkwardly hoarse, he had never heard it that way before. It betrayed him as it showed how affected he was right now.
"It should be the same although; we are shaped a little differently at some places." Her smile warmed him and he returned it as best he could.
"Could you tell me what to do? I don't know…" he hated being so unsure of himself, but he was also too afraid of doing something wrong.
"We kiss. We touch. We do what feels good." She used the words she had already told him. It was like they had moved back and forth before finally getting to each other.
What feels good… It felt good to touch her. An idea popped up in his mind.
"Should we move under the covers? You are so cold." He said but Miki shook her head sending him a shy smile.
"I feel so warm. Perhaps we should… you should take off some clothes?" he saw the eagerness in her eyes. Attracted as to what she would do next he obeyed.
She was still sitting on his lap but he managed to open his coat and slide it off. He felt very self-conscious having never undressed with someone watching before. Observantly he saw how her fingers twitched as if she wanted to reach up to him. She didn't though and unsure of how much he should take off he stopped with his coat.
"More?" She smiled and he complied. She had been wearing almost nothing and in fairness he could, and would if he was going to sleep anyways, wear a lot less. She slid of his lap as he got up to untie his pants. Again undressing before someone else was unnerving and he couldn't help but turn around as he slid the pants, shoes and his shirt off.
He sat down realising that now he had less clothes on than she. Obviously Miki had had the same thought as she took out her arms opening herself to him.
"You may also undress me if you like." Gaara would like. Untying the knot that held the fabric to her body Gaara had never starred so intensely at any clothing falling of a body. The silk dropped off her without much assistance and beneath was a female body that made Gaara swallow.
"You are very handsome." She said. She was blushing and seemed to also have become quite self-aware but yet she let her hands touch his bare chest with a curious look in her eyes. Gaara revelled in her touch and how her dark fingers were a contrast to his white skin. Seeing how they caressed him made him long for more.
His skin was also more sensitive to her cold fingers than he would have guessed and though she had become more nervous now they were undressed she still seemed eager to get to know him physically.
"You feel different than me…" she murmured moving closer.
He could easily imagine she was right but had not yet gathered the courage to touch her. She saved him as she took one of his hands holding it against his chest, muscled and firm and then against her own, soft and… Gaara's mind went numb.
She moved his hand for him. Almost in the way he had earlier but much more conscious. She knew exactly where it would feel best for his fingers to touch her. Gaara's other hand shot up reaching for the other breast. Again the contrast between their skin colours was clear and again Gaara adored it. His white fingers rubbed against her skin, and it made Miki moan and reach for him. She pulled him hard against her with a force that surprised Gaara, his mind was occupied with something else, and he stumbled on top of her. The fall had made him let go of her to break the fall, but Miki seemed to first realise her actions when she landed on her back.
"I am sorry." This time she was the one gasping for air. "I get easily deeply focused on one thing." Gaara smirked. Her reactions to him had given him a new confidence.
"It's not a problem. I think it's good." He murmured the words into her ear as he reached down for another kiss. She gladly turned her mouth to his, mingling her fingers in his hair.
Resting on one side Gaara freed a hand to stroke Miki's skin. Though his mouth was occupied with hers, he would still like to explore her body as she lay naked beneath him.
A tiny voice in his mind roared about this situation; he had never thought this could happen to him. But here he was with a beautiful woman, who he could call his wife, who seemed to enjoy each of his moves as much as he did himself. She squirmed beneath him as his fingers slid up to her breast again. He was hard. Pressed against her stomach he felt every little tremble her body made and he wondered how to give her more when she suddenly pushed a leg underneath him so he was now lying between her legs. She moaned as his erection accidentally rubbed against her.
Staggered Gaara broke the kiss to apologise when he felt her reach up with her hips and repeat the move. This time he was the one to moan.
"This feels good." She whispered to him. He nodded before recapturing her mouth. The energy in his body had, with her movements, multiplied and he felt the need to get it out somehow. One way was kissing her. His confidence had grown again and he tried to do what she had done earlier to him. Sticking his tongue out to meet her mouth he was perplexed at the way they both reacted to it. Her strong arms pulled him right on top of her as she continued to move her hips against him, and he in turn tried to mimic her movements while also teasing her lips with his tongue. It was more interesting than he would ever have thought.
She parted her lips and their tongues met. Dancing, twirling with each other they both panted but didn't break the kiss. 'Why does this feel so good?' Gaara's mind wondered as his freed a hand to slide up and down her body, rejoicing in the touch of her fingers doing the same to him. Everywhere she touched him he felt a burning sensation in its wake and every time he touched her, he craved more.
Throwing her head back as Gaara apparently moved a certain way with his hips it gave him an opportunity. Her throat was unobstructed and a distant memory of seeing someone kissing another on the neck made him curious enough to try himself. Her reaction was perfect. Moaning her hips shot upwards to him.
"Yes… Gaara…" It was low but enough for him to continue. Kissing her from her cheekbone and down Gaara tasted her skin to the pleasurable sounds of her as shivers ran over her. He made a trail down to her breast, and he could never say what made him do it, but he closed his lips around her dark nipple making Miki shriek as she dug her fingers into his skin. Gaara's own body answered by thrusting against her.
The surprise by his response to her made him let go of her and he raised himself up on both his arms looking down at her. Her eyes were hazy and her mouth open as she breathed erratically. Her hands were still on him and they moved downwards starting to tug at the hem of his boxers.
"You should… take this off…" she panted lifting her head to kiss him. He answered it shortly but then pulled back. He wanted to know how he could make her feel better. He knew that the man had it easy compared to the woman but he had never learned any details that could help him right now, at least not that his hazy mind remembered.
"You said you have pleasured yourself? How?" Dazed by his touch and perhaps a little embarrassed she didn't answer.
"Tell me." Again Gaara used the tone of voice that didn't allow for any disobedience and Miki breathed.
"With my hands. But please… I want to feel you." Her expression, her voice, her body were begging him. It throbbed between his legs. Gaara exhaled deeply.
"I want you to feel as good as I do." The way she smiled in response sent a jolt of pride through him.
"I am."
"You seem… eager?" It wasn't quite the word he had preferred to use, but her actions matched it as she tugged at the lonely fabric again.
"You find me impatient?" She was suppressing a smirk and to Gaara's astonishment she slid her hands down his sides, past his hipbones and started to stroke him on the outside of the clothing. Was that her teasing him?
"Ah… Miki…" his whole body shuddered, feelings in turmoil. He wanted her to… Yes… The feeling of clothing disappeared from his hips and butt but in return he felt fingers circle around and caressing his erection.
"Yes…" he hissed as he let himself fall down upon her forcing her hand to stop but instead he took the pleasure of her mouth with his as he somehow managed to rid himself completely of the boxers.
She hadn't moved her hand away though, he had only inhibited her movements and she managed to twist her hand a little as she held him compressed between their bodies. He jerked to the contact.
It was easy to understand Miki's curiosity if what she had been told was about something just half as pleasurable as this. He felt her push his hips up and then how she adjusted to him and his body. Breaking apart Gaara caught her haze with his.
"I… Are you sure?" he kissed her. "I need to know you're sure…" another long kiss.
"I am." She breathed and while she let go of him she instead took his hand guiding it down between their bodies. She turned his hand around and he felt a new sensation sweep over him as she put his hand on her. She was warm and wet. Gaara felt hesitant as he fondled with his fingers when she let go of his hand, but when she unexpectedly tensed and let out a moan he swiftly got more ascertain.
He was quick to figure out exactly which spot had made Miki moan and as he had stroked up and down her slit, his fingers had become slightly wet also, but that made it easier to rub the spot in the best way. She wriggled beneath him, pulling him close and kissing him with such a passion he thought incredible. He ached to feel her touch on him again, to know the wonder of her warmth and wetness around him. He wanted to know.
"Miki..?" His voice was hoarse and her response didn't change that. She caught his mouth again but pushed his hand away from her. Instead she adjusted herself again and with a firm grip on his erection, that Gaara had no willpower to do anything against, she moved her hips up so her warmth met the head of his penis. Gaara sharply inhaled. She then proceeded to grab his hips and pull him close. He obediently followed her nonverbal instructions. At this moment he wasn't sure what he wouldn't do for her. Desire flooded his veins and though her hands still tried to guide him, he thrusted instinctively into her. She gave a little cry. He stopped. Both breathing heavily they waited until her hands guided him again. Slowly he moved his hips again.
"Ahh… Yes… This… Uh!" He eyes were shut as she whimpered when he was all in. Her words and sounds were encouraging him to persist, which he was glad for because he was unsure how to interpret her facial expression. She looked both pleasured and in pain and he absolutely didn't want the latter. He paused which made her open her eyes. Her hands moving to his hair and her smile was that of relief.
"It feels so good… So good…" Gaara didn't get to answer as she lifted her head to meet him in a kiss only to take him back down with her, hardly even losing contact when she asked him.
"Please tell me…" she said it in between smaller kisses, which she placed on his lips, cheeks, throat, collarbone and shoulder. "Do you feel it? The pleasure?"
"Yes!" he replied with the same amount of kisses placing them the almost same places she had, with the exception that he continued further down her body. She had reacted so interestingly when his mouth had met her breast earlier.
When he reached the nipple with his tongue her hands shot back down to his hips wanting him to come all the way in. As their pelvises met, they both trembled. Gaara felt how her upper body arched making it even easier for him to access her breast. He did what seemed to be his natural reaction to these impressions; he let his hips thrust in and out of her as he continued to let his tongue play with her.
He had a hand on her back holding her up and one on the mattress steadying them both.
Miki had lost her focus. She clung helplessly to him, legs around his waist and with her head thrown back in abandonment as she whimpered for each time he moved. Slowing down he opted for her mouth but her words and reaction made him feverish with desire.
"No. You must not stop. You must not stop…" she panted letting her strong fingers dig into his back in an attempt to pull him even closer. He didn't stop but continued in the same pace as best he could.
His strong stamina was definitely an invaluable quality right now. He had tried to not think of the growing fire inside himself, wanting to prolong this as much as possible.
Thinking fleetingly on the advice his brother had once given him, that a man could last longer if he had relieved himself first, he thanked himself for the impulse he had had before the banquet. It proved important as Miki's begging body stiffened in his arms and she cried out. Gaara stopped both because of concern for her but also because she tightened around him enough for him to see small stars dance in front of his eyes.
Miki began breathing heavily and Gaara realised that she had been holding her breath.
"Yes!" She sighed. "… Good… So good!" She moved to sit more upright and seized his mouth hungrily while her hands travelled from his torso and down to his hips. Their tongues resumed the dance from before and their lips followed the pace.
"Uhm…" she moaned as she got him to move again. Gaara only absentmindedly noticed how she got him to follow her down until she rested on her back, him on top so close her breasts were pressed against his chest, a feeling he found most welcome. His focus was now on the fire inside of him. He knew it from when he relived himself but never so strong; Miki had changed something in him.
The feeling grew more unbearable but Miki's arms made it impossible to lift himself up again so he settled in her embrace thrusting to her little sobs in his ear. Knowing now that the sounds were of pleasure it only made the whole thing more erotic.
He could do this to a woman. He could make her sound of desire and pleasure. Keenly he fastened up the pace to both of their liking.
Then he felt it. Like a free fall his mind, his focus, his world disappeared briefly and he only felt them, her trembling body and fingers stroking his hipbones, his throbbing penis inside of her and slightly the feeling of a mattress underneath them both. Then everything returned and his arms almost gave up. Somehow it intensified the feeling of her skin against his, her mouth kissing him also made him feel things he hadn't felt before.
Gaara slid out and managing to not fall hard on top of Miki, he instead slipped down next to her. He tried to speak.
"That was…"
"So much better than I could imagine." She answered for him. She had turned to lie on her side and her eyes looked excitedly at him.
"It was." He attempted to control his pounding heart which happily beat in his chest and wondered what she if she wanted something from him now. Should he kiss her more? He wouldn't mind that. No stories ever explained much of the part after.
"Where is the bathing room?" she whispered. Still rather delirious Gaara pointed to the door next to his changing room. Miki darted up and was quickly gone from his side. No, stories never told about this. Was she alright? Had he done something wrong? Had he… Had he been too rough in the end? Pained he waited for her to come back, distracted himself with reorganising the bed.
But he worries were in vain. When Miki returned shortly after, she was grinning and was swiftly back at his side.
"Can I kiss you?" She asked cheerfully surprising him in the best way. Instead of speaking he leaning over and kissed her.
"Uh uhm…" He murmured relieved by her return. The kiss now was slow and nothing like a moment ago, but he could clearly feel how their way of kissing had changed from the first one already. They only stopped because Miki turned her head away to yawn.
"I am so sorry." She said, the fatigue audible in her voice. Gaara smiled, but couldn't keep his eyes off her as the yawn infected him as well.
"Perhaps we should sleep?" She nodded and quickly slid under covers. Gaara had the patience to move the pieces of clothing they hadn't been throwing far enough away earlier and then he slipped down next to her. She cuddled into his arms. She was already getting cold again so to warm her he put an arm around her waist.
"I have become so tired…" she whispered. Gaara hugged her drowsily.
"It's been a long day. Tomorrow will also be long." He put his lips to her dark shoulder in a sloppy kiss before resting his head on a pillow. "And thank you." The last part was a whisper but she heard it and responded with a little pleased sigh and snuggling closer. Then they both fell into a deep sleep.
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This is one of the longest chapters I have ever uploaded! I much prefer shorter ones as it also makes it easier for me to have fast updates. But I think you will agree that this is best together as one chapter.
Btw. It's on purpose that Miki's grammar is a bit off, since she is not fluent in the common language. J
So? You like? Gaara's first time… If someone deserves a fantastic first time it's this guy, I think.
I also plan for more lemony goodness later on. (^-^)