Something warm and wet touched the inside of her ankle, hot hands cradling her calf. Her brows furrowed over her closed eyes, her face turning slightly into her hair.
"Mmm," she muttered, rubbing at her ankle with her toes. The feeling went away, but left a strange echo in its wake, as if her body was actually hollow.
The feeling returned moments later, a gentle pressure on her knee. Hot fingers slid up her thigh, to either side, cradling it like something precious. It was the fact that they weren't hindered by cloth that flashed her eyes open in sudden awareness.
In the dark there was a familiar silhouette, he was kneeling at her feet, and as she watched in surprise, he slowly leaned forward once more and drug the tip of his tongue up her knee.
His eyes were dark as they rolled up to her.
"No," she breathed. "Stop."
But he didn't. Dim light from the bathroom door painted his hair in a dark glow, it shined around his edges like the sun behind the moon, giving her just enough to see, but keeping most of him in shadow.
She thought she wanted to move...but she couldn't seem to. She thought...push him away, but her hands didn't move.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't answer her, his fingers slid up another inch, and her thighs twitched involuntarily, squeezing slightly together at the knee. But she couldn't seem to move beyond that.
She was naked.
So was he.
Her breath was coming faster and faster, but at the same time, she was strangely calm. With both hands he gently pushed her knees apart, crawling up the bed to kneel between her legs. His hands creeped back up her thighs and she panted, knowing that she was completely bare to his eyes, and knowing also that she shouldn't be. Her fingers curled in the sheet under her, but no matter how she tried she couldn't seem to close her legs.
He's going to...he's going to...and I can't stop him...
His hands slid up further, and she took a hard breath in preparation but in mid-motion he suddenly altered his path, reaching up to grasp her breasts instead.
She still arched her spine up from the bed as her eyes opened wider in shock. Heat seemed to pulse, straight from his hands and down through her centre, she mewled, shaking her head back and forth and trying to force the sensation out.
"Aki, Aki, don't," she pleaded. Don't make me feel this way.
But he groaned at the sound of her voice, his lashes coming half-down over his eyes. He leaned forward, cupping his left hand around her breast and squeezing gently.
"Aki! No!"
His tongue licked once across her hardened nipple, and she jolted, a bolt of pleasure pulsing through her like electricity.
No...
Squeezing harder around her breast, he pointed his tongue and flicked it rapidly over her nipple, playing with the sensitive nub and causing her to cry out.
His right hand played with her other breast, the thumb rubbing gentle circles into her flesh. He slowly parted his lips, closing them gently over her. Her fingers clenched harder in the sheet as he rubbed his teeth against her, gently pulling her taut and squeezing helpless tears from her eyes.
"Aki..." she whimpered.
He moaned again, the sound vibrating in her very nerves. He pulled her deeper into his mouth, suddenly sucking hard and bobbing his head up and down. She yelped, her arms twitching with the need to wrap around his neck and drag him closer. But she didn't want to do this. She didn't.
He let her go with a wet plop, tickling lines of saliva cooling on her nipple, and only making the flesh there stretch tighter and harder. Almost painfully. His mouth was wet when he looked up at her, his lips swollen and red. He drug his thumbnail in a gentle scratch over her left nipple, and she jerked, her thighs squeezing together as she felt her body clench and relax.
"Please don't," she begged. "Please don't make me feel this way!"
He slowly lowered his head, keeping eye contact, and placed a chaste kiss between her breasts.
She made a sobbing sound in her throat, turning her head away. She feared closing her eyes. She feared the deepening of sensation. Why was this happening?
Strong, wet fingers on her chin. He turned her face back, and she didn't stop him. She couldn't even try. With slow determination he lowered his face and slowly licked across her mouth, sliding his tongue between her lips and twining it sensually with hers. His breath was sweet in her mouth, his taste like salt and skin, and something else. His hand cupped her jaw, his thumb marking gentle lines on her cheekbone. She felt her mouth relaxing under his, moving with his, and it was such a peculiar sensation because it wasn't something she decided. His other hand slid, slowly, sensually down her side, dragging nails over skin. Her hips arched against her will, pressing her closer to the hot line of his body. His hand came to rest on her knee, and he curved his fingers around it, dragging her leg up to press her inner-thigh against his hip. She followed like a puppet, opening her legs to him as he settled between.
She turned her mouth away with a gasp, but he followed blindly, caressing his lips over hers again and again. Sweet shocks, teasing pressure. His left hand slid up into her hair, twining and kneading, and sending tiny shivers across her shoulders.
"Aya," a slide across her lips. He drew back, and she couldn't help but meet his eyes. Her breath deepening, panting against his mouth.
Don't look...Don't look...
Who was she talking to?
He tilted his chin down and kissed her jaw, her throat. Bracing his hands in the sheets to either side of her, he slid down, skin dragging across skin, and she cried out, her whole body shuddering and her arms straining in their invisible restraints again.
He kissed her collarbone. Between her breasts.
She turned her face into her own hair, shifting her shoulders helplessly.
Her navel, his hands now on her legs, keeping them spread.
She whimpered, feeling her womb throb insistently, even as she tried to force the feeling away. Don't feel this way! Don't! Don't! Don't! "Please!"
A shuddering breath against her most intimate of places, he slowly turned his head, laying a kiss on one thigh, and then the other. He breathed, hot and shallow against her skin for a long moment, and she closed her eyes, winding her hands into desperate fists.
"Aya...Aya?"
A tiny sound in her throat, part sob, part something else. Why are you doing this to me, Aki?
"Aya, look at me?" His voice was so rough, breathless. Sounding familiar and alien all at the same time. It seemed to deepen that ache in her, and she felt her body clench instinctively again, squeezing out a trickle of cooling moisture.
"Aya," he demanded when she continued to keep her eyes closed, and her toes inexplicably curled, her legs wanting to do the same, though she couldn't move them.
"Aya," a sweeter voice, a little boy's voice. Her eyes opened against her will, seeing him poised down the line of her body, his hands resting gently on either thigh, and his face hovering over her.
For a moment she couldn't understand this vision, then his face lowered and all she saw was a shock of gold hair pressed between her legs.
She arched off the bed, her stomach heaving as she keened, twisting desperately from side to side as he ran his tongue in circles around that hypersensitive bundle of nerves, pressing the flat of it right under and rubbing firmly.
Tears leaked from her eyes as soft wet sucking sounds filled the dark room. His hair tickled her skin, over her thighs, as her hot flesh pressed against his cheeks. He slowly hooked one arm under her left leg, bringing it up and over his shoulder and pulling her further apart.
As he did with her breast, he slowly parted his lips against her sex, and pulled the nub into his mouth, holding it steady and applying just the right amount of pressure as his tongue flicked over the very tip rapidly.
She was sitting up on the bed, her body curled around him as her breath slammed from her in near sobs. She stretched her hands across his back, his shoulders. She grabbed his hair and pulled, pushing him harder against her, while at the same time trying to thoughtlessly struggle away.
She twisted her hips, and he placed both hands on her thighs, holding them down and open. She pulled sharper at his hair and he cried out against her, sucking her harder into his mouth.
"Aki! S-stop! Oh gods!"
She could hardly breathe, she felt as if she were going to pass out, going to scream-going to rip herself apart if he didn't finish it soon.
She fell back against the bed, panting, her fingers still fisted in his hair as his head moved beneathe her hands.
A tangle of pleasure was knotting in her gut, dragging tighter and tighter and pulling her nerves taut to hum with tension. Her spine bowed as he continued to hold her, as he used his whole mouth to drive her crazy.
That was the only explanation, he was driving her out of her mind, twisting truths and lies until one looked exactly like the other.
His hands slid slowly down to her knees, then up again. Splaying his fingers, he pushed her thighs further apart, and her eyes flashed open in shock as his tongue pushed inside her, his teeth pressing gently against her entrance.
"AKI!" She struggled wildly from side to side, her hips rising off the bed and her heel digging into his back.
His hands loosened their grip on her thighs, then slid under them, keeping her hips lifted in the air. His tongue pushed in deeper, rubbing and licking her constricting walls.
Her hips twitched, thrusting up, and he encouraged the movement, guiding her hips to roll up to meet his mouth. Her hands slammed on the bed, grasping the sheets desperately in her fists and jerking at them.
His nose rubbed back and forth against her clit, and she whimpered as his hot breath hit her.
He slowly drew his tongue out, leaving her cold and crying, then thrust back in. Sealing his mouth over her, he thrust hard into her again and again.
"Hah! Hah! Aki!-nnnh!"
She dug her head back into the pillow, her hair tangling over her face, damp strands of it stuck to her cheeks, her lips. He slid his hands further, bracing them under the small of her back and keeping her completely open and vulnerable to him.
Ice was sparking in her lower stomach, shooting bolts of heat and pleasure throughout her body. She felt her muscles clenching on their own, felt her legs and arms wanting to curl closer to her body, to curl around him, wrap around him and hold on.
Her leg spasmed, then slid further up on its own, dragging her heel over his spine and feeling how his muscles tensed and strained in the fast rhythm he had set.
Her bare breasts were bouncing, heaving, and with a shock she realized it was her. Her body was rocking, her hips pushing up harder and harder to meet his mouth. Saliva and her own wetness mixed, tracing tickling lines over her flesh, between her legs and up her spine. Her stomach was already folded tight, but it clenched harder, her entrance contracting and relaxing rhythmically around his tongue as it rapidly licked in and out of her.
Without warning, he pulled out with a deep sucking sound and a hard breath, tilting his chin up and dragging his tongue hard over her.
She shrieked, the only way to describe the sound that burned her throat as white heat suddenly burst inside her. Her body curled up, both her legs around his neck and her hands grasping desperately at his hair.
"Ah! Stop! Please stop! I can't-!"
She threw herself back, struggling away from his mouth as her orgasm continued, numbing her nerves even as they burned so hot that they were cold. She whimpered, cried, whined. She felt as if she was rising out of her body, or her body itself was rising...
"Aki!"
TBC...