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— Intentions —
27# - Sweet Rise
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"Life is one grand, sweet song. So start the music."
―R. Reagan
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— U. Takumi
Waking up to the feel of her was the best way to start the day. It had been such a long time, I smiled, watching her sound sleeping face. She snuggled against me, my muscular arm serving her as pillow probably not as comfortable as she made it appear to be. My eyes drowsily scanned the room, stopping on the alarm clock. Chances were, she had already missed her first work appointments.
Kissing her forehead, I silently shuffled from the bed, leaving her amidst the fluffy white pillow and comforter. Glancing up at her, she was still deep asleep.
I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Water splashing on my face, I felt my lips tugging in a smug smile.
What was I supposed to do already?
Ah, work. I had work to catch up. Still shirtless, I moved out toward the living room. The warm sunrise brightened the whole penthouse and heated my path with its rays. Intent on reading some reports, I put on my reading glasses, but my heart was obviously elsewhere. My feet redirected me to the kitchen. Pulling out a box of pressed orange juice out of the fridge, I poured some in a clear glass before finding my way back to my sleeping beauty.
She was curled around my pillow, holding it tight in her arms. My white T-shirt and white boxers were making her look like an angel in all that fluff. As if to keep my scent close to her, her nose nuzzled on my pillow... She muttered something unintelligible, pouting ever so slightly before mumbling my name.
She was the epitome of cutesy...
Missing me even in her slumber.
Unhurriedly, I eyed her lovely form down, before crawling onto the bed, the mattress dipping down under me. She mildly stirred, shifting leisurely as her eyes fluttered open.
She couldn't hide the sweet little smile cracking open.
"Usui," she slowly murmured, her scratchy morning voice velvety and so damn sexy. She stretched her body in a languid movement, all her curves highlighted by the too sensual move.
I handed her the glass of juice. "Rise and shine, sweetheart," I smirked, climbing on top of her body. She sluggishly rose up, propping her back on the headboard.
Taking a lengthy sip, she let out a delighted sigh. "Thanks, Usui," she said, before draining the rest of the glass. I edged closer, straddling over her with my knees on each of her side. Taking the glass from her dainty fingers, I settled it on the night table.
"Thank me with a kiss?" I chuckled, pulling her chin up and leaning down. She reached out, dropping a kiss with a hint of tangerine lingering over her lips.
"Slept well?" I asked her, before splaying my palm over the headboard, trapping her in my towering shadow. She held my gaze, lightly squinting her ambers to focus on my emeralds through my thin rimmed glasses.
"I guess," she whispered. Her hands started to slide up my abs, skimming up my toned body, reaching my collarbones... to finally rest on my shoulders.
It had been so long.
I motioned to take off the glasses but she stopped me. The smug smile on my face widened with surprise.
Kinky sweetheart... well, this was very much interesting...
The predator inside of me peeked out, and my gaze must've shifted, because her pupils dilated at the look I was giving her. I lazily moved down her body, my hold on the crook of her knees pulling her along with me. Inching back to her, our faces were only breaths apart. I brushed my lips against hers in a feather touch.
"What's on the planning, love?" I murmured huskily.
"I took a day off today... Don't you need to work?" She remarked against my lips. I lost track of the time apparently, because I had forgotten my main purpose.
I drew back, rising away from her tempting body. "Right... I need to see Suzuna."
Before I could do anything else, my world tilted upside down. She had rolled on top of me, pushing me down with a swift motion. Carefully looking down at where she was sitting down, she moved up on my stomach instead of staying on my front part.
Her body bent down, her eyes not leaving mine. As her face inched closer, her hair fell aside; a curtain shielding us from the sun.
"No, you won't. Leave her alone." Her sultry morning voice was oozing challenge all over me, trickling like hot honey over my bare upper body.
Was she trying a new approach to the issue? If so, I sure liked it better than the old one.
The smug grin on my face was pissing her off, because she started to scowl at me, unpleased by my reaction. Gripping her hips, I slid her down a little lower, letting her feel how much her demeanor was arousing my desire.
"You think you can stop me that way, sweetness?" I mocked huskily. A feline growl rumbled within her throat before she cupped my face in her delicate hands and bit down on my bottom lip. The sharp ting only managed to make me harden.
And she felt it, her eyes widening.
She started to pull back, pushing on my chest but I wasn't having that anymore.
"It's too late to run, love..." My palm curling on her nape, I refrained her to flee away with a firm grip. Shifting my hips, the friction made her gasp in awareness. "Don't you want this?" I asked darkly, my mouth closing onto hers for a lewd and wet kiss.
"I know you want it more than I do," she breathed back, another gasp tearing out of her lips when I surged my pelvis forward again.
"Do I?" I rasped against her lips, my clutch on her tight ass slowly rolling her over my hardness. Her hands came to fist my hair, yanking it back with impatience. She trailed hot kisses along my jawline, before her teeth closed down on my throat with a quiet purr. I roughly chuckled at her spicy attempt to torment me further. Though I knew it wasn't smart to do so as I was having it worse, my control quickly shredding to pieces.
"Don't you?" she continued, her lips soft and punishing on my skin. "Why do you even need my sister, anyway?"
Dynamics switching, I wrapped her hair around my hand, her head lolling back at the small tug I gave. Her neck stretched out in front of my hungry eyes, inviting and full of promises. In one long and full lick, I reached the shell of her ear.
"Gerald," I said, my voice coated with repressed anger. "I need him down after what he has done." She began to repeat the name, but I bit down onto her throat, hard enough to make her whimper only the first syllable. Her hands pulled my hair in retaliation.
"Don't say the name of another man when you're in my hands, love," I darkly drawled, softly kissing the red mark I just made on her porcelain skin. My hand that remained on her behind crawled up to the small of her back, flushing her curves against my bare torso. Unfortunately for her —but to my delight— the thin T-shirt wasn't doing much to conceal her tight nipples, brushing against my skin through the fabric.
My rough fingertips veered under the shirt, playing with the hem of my lent boxer. "How about I take this back?"
"Or maybe, this too?" Both my palms glided up the curve of her waist, heaving the shirt up in their wake. I could feel her shiver under my fingertips.
"What do you think?" I grinned against her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth. She glared at me with a heated stare, her eyelids dropping down on me with unchecked desire.
Then, unimpressed, she murmured back, "How about you tell me about what he has done?"
"Fine, but you have to lose those first," I offered with a sly grin.
She considered it for a bit.
Then became totally unpredictable.
She laid back on my thighs, making my knees come up to keep her face in my vision. I sat up, moving us along as I leaned against the headboard. She waited for me, before enrapturing my gaze, locking it with her deliberate and slow moves. Raising her gorgeous legs up, she spread them, propping them on either side of my shoulders. I lowly growled with anticipation.
Obviously, the sight was totally alluring, my sizzling and ravenous stare telling long about it.
And she knew it as well, my reaction eliciting a small smile from her and the cheer she needed to continue.
Her arms wrapping around her mid, she pulled the T-shirt out the way, her supple breasts screaming to be licked. I grew harder, my shaft painfully pushing against her bottom. When I began to shift, her foot lightly poked my cheek in warning, reverting my attention to her face.
"No touching..." she whispered, slowly shaking her head from side to side.
I growled in frustration and it made her smile turn into an even more enticing little grin. She leant back on my propped up thighs, her hands flat behind her on the mattress.
"Fine... Help me with those..." She rose her bottom up, her arms supporting her weight.
God, she was killing me... I had to calm down. Breath. Slowly.
Steadily.
I'd fuck her hard later. Punishingly so.
Bracing myself, I let a low and frustrated laugh escape my lips as my palms brushed her feet resting alongside my head. With one hand on each of her legs, I roamed the smooth length up, feeling her toned calf, knees... her delicious thighs following. I shifted to the inside of them, nearing that one spot where I knew she was hell of sensitive.
She shivered, her heels digging down into the crook of my shoulders. I pressed a finger between her legs, feeling the warmth and slightly damp fabric.
"Why are you... doing this..." she shakily asked, unable to stop the light tremor down there.
"You asked for help... didn't you?" I chuckled, sliding my fingertip up and down, teasing the bundle of nerves I felt through the boxer. Eager to feel her wet and tight pussy around my fingers, I slipped my hand under the fabric, thrusting my thumb inside of her in one stroke.
"Unh... Why..." she gasped, her arms giving out as her body fell back on me. I kept my thumb inside her, barely moving it in and out.
She was a total slave to pleasure, and I was set on satisfying her as a proper boyfriend should...
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Author's note:
Ha ha! I sense the super super flame but for the moment, I actually laugh because I'm so mean xD!
Next update this sunday, because you know, a lemon just can't be left undone...nghhh ;)