He drew back, rising above her to catch the dim shadow of her face in the dark. There was barely enough light, but it was an intimate obscurity, a shelter from the harsh light of day and the truths it would bring.
He couldn't think in words, so he thought in feelings. His desire spiraled higher, while it alternately dived deeper into whatever it was that had expanded in the centre of his being. There was a trembling in his lips that seemed to telegraph to his fingers, and his mind absorbed the sensation of her skin against his skin, of her pleasure escalating his.
The feel of Aya...
The taste of Aya...
To see her like this, after imaging it for so long, to reach unreservedly for her after binding his hands for months...It wasn't at all what he had imagined, she wasn't the image in his head.
Instead, she was something...amazing. Something pure and beautiful...and real.
Reality was scary, it held so much potential for disaster. But still, it was infinitely better than being trapped constantly with dubious wishes. Of being so focused on an inner-landscape that he missed the true essence of her beauty.
He had never thought of himself as a sensual creature, but with her...he became more than what he was alone.
He wanted to do everything, try everything. His cheeks flushed with excitement and pleasure, but he felt no sense of timidity or shame. Such emotions seemed useless when he loved every part of her.
He had never imagined touching anyone in such an intimate way, but he found there was something almost natural in the actions. Instinctive.
His mind was suddenly open to so many possibilities, and he wanted to experience them all with her.
And he never got tired of this. He never got tired of the healthy glow to her face, or the deepness of her breath, or the wet heat of her body that so completely warmed him.
And that. He was never, ever going to grow tired of that look of frantic pleasure and surprise on her face as she came.
The feel of her fingers clenched so hard in his skin, of her body shaking and fluttering and sucking at his finger as if trying to pull him further in.
"Aki..." Just a startled breath, while her eyes remained closed, while her fingers tightened and her palms pushed, and her back bowed, pushing him deeper in while wetness spilled around his finger.
A few more thrusts while he tried to prolong the sweetness of the moment for as long as he could, then she went limp beneathe him, her hands sliding down his arms, and her legs falling tired and open.
He was breathing hard, too, hovering over her. They both shuddered as he slid that little bit of his body out of hers, stroking a loving caress across her fever-hot skin. He rubbed his fingers together, marveling at the sticky texture of her wetness, how it coated his skin and smelled so strange and heady, tugging hard at the base of his spine to remind him of his own needs.
He was so hard that it didn't quite feel real. He could feel his skin drawn tight over muscle, the blood pumping like a second heartbeat, as tickling lines of sensation trickled down the underside. He was practically straining against his abdomen, shifting with his breath and shooting sparks of desire and pleasure through his nerves that were almost painful.
Her breath was slowing down, she was falling asleep again, maybe not even having been fully awake in the first place.
With unabashed lack of finesse, he wrapped his fingers around his swollen flesh and pulled once, twice, squeezing hard when the feeling suddenly burst within only seconds. He closed his eyes in relief as the ache began to abate, feeling the distinct sensation of release in a moment that was far too short, and alternately too long in coming. And not really there at all.
He didn't pay attention to where he spilled himself, his arm began to collapse in exhaustion, and with the last bit of his strength he suddenly shifted right, sprawling himself out on the bed and shaking tiredly.
Eyes half-open, he saw dim light glistening on her bare thighs, and felt the lazy pleasure twist sensuously within him. He barely had the strength to lift his hand, but he did it, sliding his fingers over the firm muscle and mixing their wetness. With a deep sigh, he draped his hand limply over her thigh, turned his face into the fragrant tangle of her hair, and fell quickly asleep.
TBC...