Hello all! Here's another update I stayed up late working on just for you!
You all have been waiting for a bit of (ahem) hanky-panky? Lol, well ... the time has come! I won't put any warnings, this story is rated M for a reason people, and language wasn't it ;D This was supposed to be the last chapter, but I might have a short surprise for you all? We'll see what happens.
Anyway, happy reading!
Chapter Seven: The Night She Won't Forget
Last time on That One Night …
"Yes?!"
Maka laughed and squealed as Soul began to spin her around, bringing her back to hug her closely.
"Yes! You said yes!" He sat her down. "You can't take it back or not remember this time." He pointed at her sternly, earning him a shy nod. Soul leaned down and captured her lips again in his excitement, pressing his forehead to hers tenderly.
"It doesn't matter that you couldn't remember the Fourth of July, just don't forget this."
...
"I won't," she replied. Maka looked up into the eyes of her weakness and her strength; allowed herself to be overtaken by his consuming, burning want for her. She had never felt this way with merely a look.
"Good." He grinned down at her, his devilish charm igniting as she looked on in invitation, or perhaps a silent dare to capture her lips. "I won't let you." Either way, he allowed himself to indulge in his one and only pleasure, throwing the guilt right out the window because she was his closest thing to heaven. With his hands hugging her face lovingly, he stepped closer, sinking down to meet what he now called 'mine', her lips moist from nervous flicks of her tongue in the moments prior. It was slow, sweet, and reminded her of starlight. His fingers slithered through her hair with explicit desire as his body came to connect perfectly with hers. Maka's head was now tilted up in a fashion seemingly uncomfortable as she stood on tiptoes to reach him equally. Her arms were stuck in between their bodies, his now holding her to him as if she were his only source of life and he had just learned to live.
Finally, they pulled away because oxygen was lacking as they had become too absorbed in each other to care to breathe properly. This gave Soul the time to think clearly, he became aware of the fact that they were still in the living room and that he had been moving her toward the couch. No. He couldn't and wouldn't do this here. He needed a bed, he needed a room, a romantic setting reserved especially for her. He wanted her here and now; he wanted her everything, but his love for her outweighed his lust; his animalistic desires.
"Soul?" His eyes met Maka's as she called, worry being detected in her voice. "Everything alright?" His hands were still in her hair, disheveling it; her eyes were glazed over in want that he longed to appease; her face was flushed and her breathing was still a little jagged. She was gorgeous. He craved to continue, to ravish and corrupt her, but she deserved better and it was honestly too soon for such an advancement.
"I'm fine." He kissed her nose and let a tender smile grace his lips in assurance. "Just tired." He was tired but was also becoming extremely horny with the heated look in her eyes. She smiled gently and nodded in understanding as she grabbed a hand from her head and held it lovingly in hers.
"We should get some sleep. We both work tomorrow."
"Today, you mean." He chuckled at the playful glare she shot his way.
"Yeah … today …"
They stood there a moment, not wanting to let the other go, before she kissed his cheek and slowly turned to head for her room. He held onto her arm for dear life, lightly tugging her back to him. She turned to look back up to meet his fierce gaze only to blush and cast her eyes downward. His stare was lightning and thunder; it was an explosive volcano, and it was directed at her. How was she supposed to deal with that? Her eyes widened as she was met with the absurd and embarrassing reality that poked forward from Soul's pants. She hadn't even realized and now there was no way she could ignore it. She gulped at the sight as her cheeks became fire. She didn't know which was worse, his eyes or … this.
"Why don't you sleep in my room tonight?" he asked with a sort of innocence, but made her redden nonetheless. "I don't want you to leave." His grip on her arm tightened for only a moment to emphasize his pure desire. He wouldn't do anything but hold her in his arms, take in the scent of her hair, look into the abyss that were her eyes, perhaps kiss her already swollen lips from time to time, but nothing more.
"Why?" Her smirk was tantalizing and playful and he loved it. She knew that he wanted more, his body told her loud and clear. Was she ready for it, though? It was a question that had always haunted her.
"So, that when I wake up … I'll know this wasn't a dream." Once again, she had forgotten how to breathe and that love she held for him deep inside herself began to boil over, flooding her chest cavity with enchantment. All the worries that had been plaguing her mind vanished, the void filled with a warmth she thought she'd never feel.
"Oh, Soul …"
"I've spent the last month thinking that I was crazy, thinking that I had dreamt up everything from that one night, I need to know that this is real … I can't go through that again. I don't even need to have sex with you or even kiss you, I can wait, I'll wait for as long as it takes, Maka. All I need is you."
Her lips came to crush upon his in a feverish kind of way, a way that had his heart leaping from his chest and a shiver rise along the apex of his shoulders. This feeling was too overwhelming. How had disgust and dislike for one another become love and an unrelinquishing want? He allowed his hands to slide down and grasp at her hips, squeezing as he pulled them to him. She hummed in his mouth and oh, god, was he whipped. She tugged at his shoulders and her wish was his command; he bent down so each hand could grasp at deliciously taut thighs, bringing her back up with him so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She fit there so perfectly, in his arms, on his hips, in his hands, their mouths smooshed together; it just felt right. He consciously made an effort to try and weave through the chair and coffee table to the couch, for his legs were becoming weak and he knew he wouldn't make it to the bedroom. He gently sat her down as he kneeled on the floor, their bodies still close as he moved from her swollen lips to her neck, sucking roughly right at the junction of her shoulder.
"Oh, Soul." Fuck. She sounded so enticed and he couldn't believe he had done this to her. This wasn't the Maka he knew, but simply a part of her he had never seen before; a Maka he had only dreamed about. His hands tightened their grip on her hips, moving one to her lower back and pressing her stomach closer. The gasp that escaped her lips was making his ears buzz with delight and he groaned into the flesh of her collarbone, enacting a shiver to spread across her skin. The hand on her back crept down lower and lower until he had a handful of ass and, what? Since when had she actually had one? It was big enough to fill his hand and he was honestly a little surprised, though, not enough to cease his assault along her shoulder. He found a particular place just at the edge of her shoulder that made her squeak and he smiled against her. He licked over the spot once more and she clutched at him tighter. He had found a sweet spot and would most definitely take advantage of it from here on out, as it was an easy target to trigger her. The hand on her plump ass squeezed and it made her whine, rolling her hips to make contact with Soul's lower stomach.
"Shit, Maka," he growled into her ear, sticking his tongue in and swirling it around right after. He was rewarded with a high pitched moan as she squirmed and he could feel the muscles in her backside tighten in his grasp. Fuck.
"Oh, god, don't stop." Yes, ma'am. His tongue retreated only so his teeth could nibble on the lobe of her ear and graze their way down her neck, making her tremble. Both of his hands were on her rear now, massaging slowly as they inched closer to a certain place - oh, how wet she was - where he knew the torture would have her a lot more audible. "Fuuucck," she hissed, her head falling back as she gripped at his broad shoulders. His mouth was now on her chest, using his teeth to bite and pull back the fabric. Her shirt was an obnoxious obstacle getting in his way, but neither of them seemed to care too much as he continued to lick and suck and nip - fuck - all about her cleavage. His fingers fondled the folds of her womanhood, making her mewl and arch her back, a breast being pushed further into his willing mouth as his tongue swirled around the nipple.
His hands began to work her shorts down her legs, throwing them off to the side somewhere after they were pulled off of her feet. His lips continuously met hers as he began taking off his own pants until they were discarded as well. His mouth lowered and lowered, and lowered still as his fingers pushed her shirt up to reveal creamy skin, a few cute little moles here and there as she shook with excitement under him. His and her shirt had joined their pants on the floor, or wherever they had landed, and he had never imagined he'd see a real-life Maka wearing dark green lace underwear, her bra sculpting her chest in a way so that her cleavage was obvious and enticing as she heaved. Her golden tresses were scattered about, strewn every which way as her face was flushed, eyes glazed with lust and her mouth slightly ajar and swollen with spit glossed over it.
Soul pushed her thighs further apart and bent down to press a firm kiss right at the junction of her leg and folds, making her back arch slightly. He could feel her legs quiver as she attempted to close them, but his hold kept them open, and he felt the need to push them further still. His tongue lightly dragged up against her underwear as he let out a hot breath to accompany it.
She was falling apart, he was doing things to her she had only read in books. Maka was a virgin, but it wasn't as if she had never done anything before… but this … this was on a completely different level than anything she had experienced. He had her biting her lip in anticipation and she couldn't wait for what was to come next. She could feel Soul fingering her and allowed herself to rock back and forth against him as his mouth assaulted her stomach. He moved his way up and pressed his pulsing length to grind into her womanhood. This had a shock coursing through her and she was reminded of one very important thing that they needed.
"Soul, Soul! Condom!" He stopped at the realization. Shit. They were in his bedside table.
"Fuck."
"Bedroom?" she asked. He sighed heavily as his dick tightened, just the view of her underneath him, flesh flushed as her breathing calmed a bit. He leaned down, his sweaty forehead meeting hers as he breathed in, attempting to calm himself.
"Yeah."
"Well, let's go." Her lips met his in a chaste kiss as she smiled and pushed him upward. He snorted and got up, both wearing little to nothing as they made out on their way to his room, stopping on occasion so that he could push her up against the wall and run his hands up and down her body. She pushed him away and giggled as she lured him in with those seductive green eyes of hers. They stumbled into his room and he shut the door behind them, guiding her backward toward his bed. Her legs hit the side and she willingly fell back onto the mattress, sheets cold against her bare skin, and she shivered. She could see the colour of his eyes glimmer as he looked down at her, the light from the moon coming in to illuminate his desire for her. He took his time as he leaned down, his hands landing on either side of her as he licked his lips slowly before taking in the bottom one between taunting teeth.
"You know that you're the most beautiful woman that I have ever met, right? Inside and out."
"Oh, shut up." He could see her blush from chest to ears and he smiled, elated at the sight.
"Gladly." His mouth was on her in a flash and her body rolled. He found her hands with his and held her down to the bed as his tongue came out and licked up her neck to leave a thin layer of saliva in its wake, making the cold air of his room become even more alive against that particular area of skin. He loved making her writhe, to see the goosebumps rise at the smallest action he carried out.
He pushed his way between her legs as he kissed her, his hands still holding her wrists to the bed heatedly, and ground his covered shaft into her folds, rubbing against her clit for that sweet sound that reverberated in her throat. He lifted her arms, pinning them both above her head with his left as his right came down to free her breaths from their beautiful constraint. He reached under her and lifted, finding the clasp and undoing it quickly. It loosened and he pulled away from her lips, sliding the bra up her arms and slowly over her hands only to hold her down again.
Maka was his Helen of Troy. She was everything, his description of beauty. As both of his hands held hers, making her unable to move, her small, though plump, breasts heaved, her nipples hardening against the cold of his room and the heat of his eyes. She shifted under him, her embarrassment obvious as his eyes trailed over her unrelenting.
"God, you're perfect," he whispered, his head falling down to kiss right under her left collarbone. His hold on her wrists finally relented, trailing down her arms and sides to grasp at the flesh of her waist. Almost immediately after being released, she moved to cover herself, being stopped by Soul's words. "How could God make something so perfect?" All at once, anything that had her doubting herself vanished. The confidence she had never known swelled within her and instead of wrapping her arms around herself to hide away, she wrapped them around him, pulling him in closer as he kissed her neck and gripped her hips. She felt herself behind to grind into him, making his movements halt for a moment. His body shook in her embrace, his grip on her hips almost painful but coaxing her to move against him more.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck, Maka. You're so sexy." She gasped as he began to meet every advance she made, dancing with their nether regions. She was moaning, loudly, but she didn't care, and she could feel his eyes on her as her panties became soaked with the juice of her pleasure.
"S-Soul, the con-ooohhh, God, get the fucking condooom, ah!" The smirk on his face was that of the proudest man alive. The Maka 'stick-up-her-ass' Albarn wanted him to get a condom so they could reach a higher level of pleasure together, she demanded it of him. He couldn't believe what he had done to her.
Soul reluctantly pulled back, reaching over to his bedside table and opening the drawer to pull out a condom. He made quick work of discarding his boxers and tearing the package open with his teeth for her to see. She squeaked as she felt his member graze her thigh on his way back between her legs and couldn't help but watch as he slid the condom over his pulsing dick. It was a lot bigger than she had imagined it to be, even as he had ground himself against her, she hadn't really taken notice of his size until now. The first thought that crossed her mind was, 'It's not going to fit …'
"Like what you see?" Maka's eyes widened as she looked up at Soul, an obnoxiously confident smirk on his dumb face, an eyebrow raised for that added sexiness. Her hands covered her face as she blushed.
"Oh, God, shut up. Shut up right now!" His velvety laugh filled her ears as his hands grabbed her waist and pulled her hard to collide with his dick. "Oh, fuck!" Her hands gripped the sheets by her head as a rush shot through her from the impact.
"No need to be so shy about it," he leaned in as his hands forced her hips to move against him. "I know that you want it." She couldn't argue, he was right. She wanted him to ravish her and make her come as he pounded into her without stopping, allowing her to ride out her climax as he came himself.
Maka's cheeks were hot as she began grinding herself against Soul without his help, making his smirk widen. "Damn, you're so fucking hot, you know that?" He pulled back against her will and hooked his index fingers in either side of her underwear, pulling them down for that crucial access needed to proceed with their intended sensual happenings. Maka clenched her thighs together and Soul could hear her pulse; he could feel her blood pumping, coursing through her body. His kiss on her thigh and the sweet caress along her hip, along with the reassuring gaze from the man between her legs, was all she needed to relax. She closed her eyes and eased the tension in her legs as the last piece of fabric made its way down her appendages to be pulled off and flung to the ground. There was no movement, she could only hear his breathing. She dared open her eyes to find him smiling down at her, what looked like awe swirling in his pools of wine.
"Soul?" Maka sat up a bit, reaching a hand out to his cheek. He leaned into her touch, covering the outside with his own hand. Bending down, he kissed her, deeply, passionately, and lowered her once again to the mattress.
"I love you," he whispered against her lips as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was taken aback by the words, but it was a welcomed surprise attack that had her tugging him in for another kiss. Their bodies moved on their own as he slowly penetrated her, trying to distract her from the pain with kisses and caresses until he was buried in her completely. He pulled back to look at her face, finding a few tears gliding away from her eyes. "Maka, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just need to adjust. Stay there for a minute." Soul stayed put, just as she had requested, but continued to nip at her neck and run his hands across flushed skin. He could feel her begin to squeeze him and he heard soft moans as his thumb rubbed her clit. It wasn't until she moved herself did he know she was ready. Without verbal affirmation, he pulled out of her slowly and pushed back into her folds at the same tantalizing pace. "Fuuuuck meeee, nmmmm." Her pleas had his member hardening even more as his pace began to pick up little by little. Their breathing became more and more strained and the harder he plunged, the louder she became.
This was the place to be, between her legs as she wrapped them around his hips, meeting her with each thrust as his hands clutched the sheets on either side of her, his knuckles turning white. He could look down upon her from here, and boy was it a view worth appreciating. Her breasts bounced back and forth, jiggling with a mesmerizing quality to them as her back arched; her hands tangled in the bed covers by her head, hair flared out everywhere as sweat shown across her skin, dampening her hairline. The pleasure she felt was not only audible but very visual, the looks she gave him had him on the verge of climax only to be simmered down as he wanted her to feel it first.
And feel it she did. There was this warm coiling feeling spreading throughout her body, making it more and more difficult for her to stay of sound mind. She had long since lost control in any way, but now it was like she was floating; like she was high on something. She was hyper aware of everything Soul was doing but wasn't embarrassed by any of it. His tongue and his teeth marked her skin in a welcomed way, sending shudders to surge up her back. There were sounds she had never heard come from her own lips before and Soul's encouragement at every mewl. She was beginning to see stars as her head fell back, her eyes closing and her neck tightening as her body began to be overcome with an intense climax of pleasure. Maka couldn't help the gargled and strained scream she let out as Soul continued to pound into her, his hands now on her hips to keep her from sliding away from him.
"Fuuuck! Don't sto-ooooop, oooh! Yes, yes! Ah! Right there! Yes! Ohmmm, God, yeesss!" She couldn't stop herself from spewing erotic sounds that stimulated Soul to go harder and faster as she rode out her climax.
"Fuck!" Soul had reached his limit, and with just a few more thrusts, he came as he slowly pulled himself out and pushed back in so he could enjoy it for a few more minutes. Their breaths were heavy as Soul struggled to hold himself up so that he wouldn't crush her with his body weight. He remained buried in her womanhood, the moments following filled with kisses upon glistening skin, fingers gently gliding across scorching, heaving chests. "God, I love you." Soul burrowed into the crook of her neck, sucking and nipping as his hips began to move again on instinct.
"I, hmmmm, I love you, too. So, so m-uuuch, oh, God…" She had just come, but the things Soul did to her; he drove her mad and the worst part? She liked it, she craved it. His touch set her ablaze and his lips were lava wherever they caressed her skin.
He was in no hurry to make her come again so soon. He kept his movements slow and intense, grinding down against her clit every time his cock was fully inside of her. He loved what it was doing to her; her writhing as she clawed at him, arching her back and the fucking moans, it was the hottest and most gorgeous thing he had ever witnessed in his life. She was the hottest and most gorgeous woman ever and he wanted to have himself stoned for having his head up his butt for the past few years he had known her. He was an idiot. If he could, he would go back in time and throat punch himself for treating her the way he had.
It was steady, but the coiling in her stomach began to blossom with each slow thrust as he punctuated the end with a rough pound. She wanted to go faster, but his hands had reattached to her hips, holding her down so she couldn't move against him. He was teasing her, building her up only to stop and kiss her cheeks tenderly. Each pull out had her shivering in ecstasy, nearing the top only to be held still until she had calmed a bit.
"Soul, please, plea-aaahhnnnnmm!" He entered her again, his pace slower than it had been, his hips moving in circles like a drill as he sunk himself into her.
"Please what?" he asked calmly, grinding himself against her sweet spot as he watched her face contort. She was biting her lips, eyes shut as her hands squeezed the sheets. He halted his movements, smirking down at her as she attempted to buck with no success. She moaned in disagreement as he neither pulled back nor pushed himself forward. He could feel her milking him, trying to persuade his loins to allow her her climax.
"Pleeaase, please just …"
"Tell me what you want me to do, Maka. I won't know unless you tell me. Do you want me to stop?"
"Oh, God, no. Soul, stop messing around." She couldn't be mad at him, even with that cocky smirk tugging his lips, because, through the raised eyebrow and his teeth grazing his bottom lip in amusement, she could see what really mattered, she could see how he felt about her.
"I'm not sure what you mean, I don't know what you want me to do." His pelvis rolled deliberately into hers, his dick stirring deep in her pussy. Her right hand came up to whack at his shoulder as she reached her limit. She needed him to stop toying with her like this and to bring her over the edge. The chuckle that he let out almost did just that, she moaned as she felt it vibrate in her. Leaning down to press his lips to the shell of her ear, he whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do," and so she did. If he wanted her to talk dirty to him, she would. If keeping her mouth shut meant that this game would continue, then she would take the embarrassment later.
Her arms came up to wrap hauntingly around his neck, mimicking him as her hot breath breezed past his ear, his body stiffening. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I won't be able to keep quiet. I want you to make me cum so viciously that won't be able to feel my legs lastly, … I want you." And with that, he swiftly pulled out and pounded back into her, a mix of her satisfied squeal and the slapping of their skin filling the air. Her hands found his shoulders, nails digging into them as his pace had become almost brutal. Even in the dim lighting of the moon and through the glaze of lust over her eyes, Maka could see Soul's muscles rippling, his veins protruding as sweat covered his flesh. His beautiful vermilion eyes never left her face. She watched him watch her and remembered how the night had begun, how they had awoken from a seemingly innocent nap, all tangled in blankets. She would have never thought that they'd be here, yet here they were; making love in his bed, unable to tear their eyes away from one another.
The moments of euphoria came much faster and lasted much longer than the last climax they had reached. They came together, Soul finally releasing her from his hold so that she could meet him pound for thrust as they rode their high. In the after-bliss, Soul collapsed on her, not able to hold himself up any longer. Their heaving chests pushed against each other as they tried to catch their breath. After a moment of recovery, he found the energy to pull himself out and dispose of the very much used condom. He then rolled them over so that she was laying on top of him, his arms wrapped lazily about her waist as her hair fell over them in a curtain of honey. She shivered and he immediately reached for the blanket, moving around a bit to pull it over them to keep his lady warm and happy. She sighed in content and kissed his cheek before resting her head in the crook of his neck. He began to stroke her hair, fingers needing her lower back with his other hand. Words weren't needed in this moment, their bodies had said everything that needed to be said.
Maka found sleep soon thereafter as the events of the night weighed heavily down on her. She felt safe and oddly comfortable naked on top of Soul with his arms wrapped protectively around her, his hands lulling her to sleep. She could barely keep her eyes open, but when that sweet velvet she had only heard once before began to vibrate against her temple, she was made helpless. His humming was pure and deep and it sent her right off into a blissful darkness, dreams of only him plaguing her mind.
He couldn't be happier than he was right then, with Maka laying on him with her head cradled into his shoulder, her breath hot on his chest, much like that one night, the night that had started this all. His arms held her to him and he kissed the top of her head, cuddling up to her as close as he could get. Yeah, this was all he needed: her, just her and whatever she was willing to give him. The mere sound of her breathing soothed him and the soft feel of her heartbeat against his own was a weird sort of lullaby that was the epitome of perfection.
His breathing soon matched hers as sleep overtook him, his want to just lay and listen to her every movement as she slept was left behind in the world of the woke. Once again, they had walked hand in hand to the land of dreams beyond reality, but the best part? Their secret treasures and sweetest dreams, the ones they had never admitted to before, had become their reality; they had breathed life into it. Sleeping soundly in each other's embrace would be an often occurrence, and Soul smiled contentedly as he realized that he could now do this whenever he wanted.
And there it is! I really hope you all enjoyed that. I worked hard to finish it for you.
I feel bad for missing a month, but I'll try my best to update everything these next few weeks.
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Much Love~!
K.T.
