Impel
"Aki...?"
A strange sense of lethargy and pleasure was lapping over her in tiny waves, as she saw the dim line of her brother in the dark, and felt the comforting heat of flesh pressed against her own.
She was so warm and sleepy, feeling as if she was floating lazily on a sea of endorphins. How many dreams has she had like this now? She slowly closed her eyes, then reopened them. There was a muted hum in her body, a sweet tremble of pleasure, like a purr deep in her stomach.
She reached out a steady hand and let it fall in a soft line down his hair, feeling so warm and lazy that she couldn't even possibly think of why dreams like this were wrong...
He let her breast go with a wet shivery slip, lifting his head up to peer at her through hot, dark eyes. She shivered as wet lines of saliva trailed over her breast from the nipple, the skin tightening further as his breath misted over it. Her fingers curled slightly in the edges of his hair, and his eyelashes lowered once, before lifting again. Pushing up with one arm, he crawled slowly up her body the last few inches and stared down into her eyes, his hair falling in tangles over his.
He didn't say anything, he quietly seemed to measure her a moment, then those lashes came down and he gently covered her lips with his.
She took a breath, her lips softly parting as he brushed sweet kisses over her. With a quiet sound in his throat, he slowly deepened the kiss, tracing his tongue over her teeth, and then sliding deeper in. Her hand skimmed back into his hair, curling the soft tufts of gold between her fingers as that lazy heat seemed to begin to simmer closer and closer to the surface.
This wasn't...it wasn't...
It wasn't as if she hadn't had this dream before...
Her hand flexed, nails dragging slightly across his scalp. He shuddered in reaction, pulling back enough to take a sharp breath before he leaned forward and kissed her cheek, her jaw, slid his tongue along the seam of her lips then tilted his head to slip inside her.
On the edge on another deep kiss, she distractedly noticed the movement of his shoulder. Drawing back to get another breath, she tilted her head down and blinked when she saw why.
His jeans were tangled down around his hips, his boxers pushed down in the front to stretch across his thighs, the pale cloth framing the hard length of his erection. His left hand was wrapped firmly around it, wet, flushed flesh peeking occasionally from between his fingers as he stroked himself slowly.
Her lips parted on an involuntary sound as a sharp pulse of heat suddenly shot through her. Her whole body shuddered, her hips lifting on their own to press closer to him. While her eyes remained riveted on that sight, her lips parted and her breath hissing through in short pants.
It should have been the same as before, but it wasn't. There were subtleties that came into play when he was awake, slight movements, sounds. And most of all, his eyes...
Her eyes shot up to his with the realization that he had drawn back to let her see, to give her an unobstructed view of what he was doing. Meeting his eyes, she saw no embarrassment, just darkness and heat and curiosity, and a strange sort of invitation.
Her breath tangled in her throat, and her breasts were rising and falling in reaction to that so very direct look.
At her sides, her hands curled into loose fist, and she could feel the desire in them, the desire to reach, to touch. To feel him shake under her hands. She lifted her right hand slowly to his chest, then just as slowly slid it down. Timidly lifting her eyes to his, she watched his suddenly flash brighter with some emotion, before his gold lashes came half-down again.
His stomach caved and shuddered under her fingertips. She watched fascinated, as he closed his eyes in a look of pure pleasure, his breath deepening as his hand paused in its movements.
A long moment of hesitation on her part, then she moved her hand further down, hesitantly running her fingertips between his and marveling at the incredible heat and silken hardness of his flesh. It was like steel sheathed in velvet, but something warm and alive as it twitched under her touch, and his own hand flexed, tightening around the shaft.
She felt his eyes staring at her, but she didn't look, she watched the hazy shadows of her movements in the darkness while some distant part of her whispered that this was no dream. But it seemed like a whisper coming to her through a wall, real, but abstract with how very far it was from her other senses.
She trailed her hand down, then gently curved her fingers around his, squeezing gently with curiosity and some insistent low pulse of need that she didn't quite understand. Even as it was compelling enough to hold her deep thoughts captive.
"Aya..." Barely a breath, barely a sound, but it still spoke to her body in ways that couldn't translate into words. That soft pulse strengthened into a deep throb at her centre, her entrance contracting and relaxing to the rhythm of her heart beat, and her hand pulled on him slightly, as if trying to drag him closer.
He pushed slightly against her hand with her pull, a loud groan vibrating from her throat as she watched his hips shake, the muscles in his thighs trembling in a way that was strangely vulnerable.
And strangely impelling.
Her mouth went dry with the desire to feel that shiver under her tongue. To taste that needy sound of his on her lips.
She moved her hand over him, then pushed up on her elbow, trying to stretch her mouth instinctively to his as he hovered over her.
But he suddenly drew back, pulling her hand off him and evading her lips with obvious reluctance.
"Aya, no," he whispered hoarsely. "It's too soon."
She didn't understand him at all. Words seemed beyond her at the moment. She reached for him again, and he quickly caught her hand, his fingers shaking as they wrapped almost too tightly around hers.
Hers eyes snapped up to his and she felt a slight jolt of hurt go through them. Hurt that he clearly caught, because his hold instantly loosened and his eyes went liquid-blue with emotion.
"Aya," he whispered, then drew her hand up, splaying her fingers to hold open against his jaw. "Just let me do this for you, okay?" His voice was even softer, just barely a breath against the sensitive skin of her palm. "Let me..." Not even words anymore, just a warm movement of lips. She didn't understand what he was asking, but her eyelashes fluttered closed as he tilted his chin just enough and those soft lips pressed against her fingertips. A sweet jolt of sensation winded lazily through her centre, bringing a sigh seemingly from her very toes. His own hand slid over hers in a slow caress, trailing over her wrist, and the curve of her knuckles, rubbing his fingers gently between them.
She closed her eyes and let her hand grow limp in his, her whole body practically sprawling out and opening in unconscious invitation.
His hold on her tightened slightly, then he drew her hand a little further down, parting his lips against the tip of one finger and slowly drawing it into his mouth.
How curious, these sensations. She had never had anyone suck on her fingers before, she never would have imagined that it would feel so good, or the sight would be so erotic.
His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue a lazy caress, and each time it rubbed across her finger, she felt such a deep sense of breathless intimacy. Like he was touching her somewhere and in ways that were more hidden from the world.
He let go of that finger and moved onto the next, drawing that one deeper into his mouth and sucking slightly as he drew his teeth slowly over it.
She made a sound in her throat, something low and needy. He echoed it, closing his eyes as he drew her finger out of his mouth, placing a tiny, chaste kiss on the glistening tip.
Then he crawled up her body, and she went eagerly to his mouth, winding her arms around his neck and pulling herself up slightly. His lips slanted and teased at her own, lazy and slow kisses that grew into something deep and shivery.
She sighed at the curls of pleasure spreading throughout her body, the sensation of closeness and heat. She lifted her leg to curl over his and he whispered something into her mouth, his right hand sliding up into her hair and angling her head in a way that suddenly opened their kiss into something searing. His tongue slid into her mouth, twining with hers and rubbing sensually.
Her own hand slid down his chest, then under his arm, trailing down to the small of his back and stroking slowly up and down that enticing curve.
The move pressed him close against her, his hips between her legs, and she could feel cloth, and the hard length of him throbbing against her thigh, his wetness mixing with her own. It was a curious sensation, that made her feel restless, and like there was ice burning low in her stomach. She pressed her heel into his calf and arched her hips up against his, liking the way he shuddered helplessly in reaction.
She was just beginning to sink fully into the drugging feel of his kisses, when she felt his hand light low on her stomach, then push slowly down. Her eyes opened wide even as the kiss continued, her nails digging unconsciously into his back, right at the base of his spine.
Her legs were already spread to cradle his hips, so his hand met no resistance as he slid it down. She gasped, her stomach fluttering strangely as fingertips brushed over the sharp curve of her pelvic bone, her eyes going a little wild as she twisted her mouth free from his to pant.
Her hips wiggled on their own, pulling back as if trying to draw away from him, even as that throb deep inside her intensified, alternately making her rub up against him, as close as she could get.
His hand followed the move, dragging hypnotically slow over her quivering flesh.
"Let me," he whispered against her throat, his face buried in her hair and his hot breath tightening her scalp.
"Let me..."
And she jolted up suddenly, her mouth opening, but no sound coming out as his fingers pressed deeply against that small, hard little button at the apex of her legs. He held the pressure for a long moment, his other hand tightening on her, then he drew back and did it again.
"Oh!" Her spine bowed, and her eyes closed tightly, not able to fully process the sensations coursing through her. She had never felt anything like it before, but she couldn't think coherently enough to realize that. She turned her head into his, her cheek pressing against his jaw through tangles of her own hair. Her hand latched onto his arm, squeezing hard as if she feared she would fall. Or that he may stop.
His touches were gentle, but firm, testing which strokes made her shudder helplessly against him, which movements made her hands tighten and pull him closer.
Needing to be inside her somehow, he slowly dragged his face around to hers and sought her already parted lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss before she could even register what was happening.
Thoroughly distracted, she barely registered the movement of his hand as it slid down, pressing closer to her and dragging skin over her most intimate of places. Not until a determined fingertip teased at her entrance, spreading wetness, before he tensed slightly, then began to push inside.
Her eyes flew open, and she gasped as her fisted hand suddenly pushed at his shoulder. But it didn't stop him. He tensed his muscles, pushing closer to her in counter of her retreat. He twisted his finger carefully, coating it with more of her own wetness as he pressed deeper.
She opened her mouth to say something, but it suddenly strangled into a cry as her own muscles seemed to go lax under his intrusion, and his finger slid into her fully, the heel of his palm cupping over her sex.
She struggled slightly, not pushing, but just moving as her thighs closed hard around his hand, her hips twisting shakily from side to side, only managing to push him deeper against her.
It felt strange to have that foreign length inside her, a little cool, a little...achy. Her body was squeezing around him, and fluttering, and she thought it would be alright if he Just. Didn't. Move.
But in the next second, he slowly drew his finger out, then steadily pushed back in.
It was easier the third time he did it, her muscles stretching slightly around him, and the strangeness...shifting somehow...
Her hands loosened slightly, shaking still, but not fully letting go.
On the fourth penetration, he rotated his finger slightly and alternately rubbed the heel of his palm into her.
"OH!" She was shaking, her head again digging back into the pillow as unfamiliar pleasure jolted from her centre and spread out. His finger didn't feel so much strange now, as it felt...
Not enough.
She arched her back in a move that had to be instinctive, taking him in, deeper and harder. He clearly got the picture, because he groaned into her hair, thrusting harder into her, quickening his movements, and building on the persuasive new sensations that were now licking at her body.
It was too much, she couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. She felt out-of-control, and she wasn't sure she wanted this feeling. But at the same time, she was pulling him closer, lifting her hips to follow his hand when he pushed in.
Wanting more! Wanting to push forward! She wanted...
TBC...