Chapter 6: Thank You For Noticing, Hachiman.
"Fuck!" Haruno gasped, aroused.
The hollow of her neck, the column of her throat, the underside of her chin became the subject of my many wanton ministrations. My lips laid open mouthed kisses on her shoulder, sharp teeth scrapped along her collar bone, teasing and nipping, every patch of her exposed skin, affording me the pleasure of hearing her voice breathe into my ear- thick and heavy, wanting and needing.
"Don't stop, Hachiman," Haruno pleaded.
Felt numerous shivers course through her body, heightening her senses, revealing her vulnerabilities, expressing her deep, buried desires for me: exposing her neck to my mouth, arching her back to my touch, grinding her hips to my groin, making me groan at having her moan.
"Oh fuck!" she cursed, again.
Felt a smile tug at my lips. Her usage of profanity was cute, adorable and oh so fucking hot. Haruno was an extremely expressive woman. She held no qualms about keeping her voice down at the throes of passion: panting in pleasure, gasping in delight, moaning in desire and screaming in sheer ecstasy.
"Feels so good~" Haruno moaned, blissfully.
Haruno liked to kiss. I like to think she liked kissing only me: leaning into me, closing her eyes, parting her lips, kissing me tenderly, then fervently, then aggressively, pressing her curvaceous body into mine, fisting the fabric of my clothes.
"Your bedroom?" I asked.
"…Too far." Haruno mumbled.
I looked at her confused. But Haruno was already dragging me by the collar of my shirt, all the while kissing me, making me bite back several groans, then making me take her, trap her, cage her, using my shoulders, using my arms, using my hands, backing her into the wall overlooking her bedroom.
"But, Haruno…" I sounded unsure.
"Please, Hachiman." Haruno almost pleaded, "Indulge me."
"…As you wish." I replied.
Her hands swung around my shoulders, wrapped themselves around my back, pulling me closer, making me want to lose my fingers in her soft, silky tresses, wanting me to bury my nose in her shoulders, inhale her sweet, intoxicating scent; pleasure her.
"Ohhn~" Haruno groaned, shivered.
"You like?" I asked, smug.
"Very much." Haruno replied, eyes foggy.
Kissing the erogenous zone I discovered on her neck, I ran my lips on the underside of her chin and playfully nibbled on her right earlobe, eliciting a primeval cry from her lips, which neither of us ever expected to hear.
"Hachiman!" Haruno screamed, aroused.
I wish I could just stand back and watch the overall change showing on her face: the lust, the carnal desire, running in the ramparts of her glorious thighs, aching to be pulled apart, waiting to be satisfied- by my fingers, by my mouth, by my hardening-.
"Fu-hk!" I groaned, overwhelmed.
Haruno seemed to have read my mind. Like always, her smile brought along nothing but pain and tension. But this was the sweet kind of pain, the pleasant kind of tension. I felt myself sighing, groaning, mumbling, reaching for her. But not wanting her to stop.
"What about you, Hachiman?" Haruno asked, teasing, "How am I doing?"
"You are-grr!" I almost fell over at the stimulation.
She was rubbing herself against the length of my hardness and I was loving every moment of this friction between our fully clothed bodies, almost begging to be stripped, nearly wanting to be shed, needing to be shred, inch my inch, fabric by fabric.
"Oh, you look like you want to devour me, Hachiman." Haruno said, sweetly.
"No," I mumbled, voice thick with pleasure. "I want to eat you."
I thought this would be embarrassing. I thought Haruno would throw her head back and laugh at me, make me feel small, immature, irrelevant- the lonely teenager horny for a fuck. But again I was wrong. And she proved me wrong. Haruno did not make fun of my arousal. She reveled in it: grinding, bucking, rubbing, moaning my name, breathing fresh life into me.
"Double entendre, my dear Hachiman?" Haruno asked, seductively.
"No. A promise." I replied.
All it took was a smoldering kiss.
I welcomed the delirium of desire, gave in to the need of the hour and abandoned all of my most conceited thoughts, regarding gentlemanliness and maidenhood. I was not a gentleman. And Haruno was not a maiden. Our hearts, our bodies, our lack of experiences made us virgins. But we were not naïve. We lost our innocence a long time ago: I have these dead fish eyes to show for. And Haruno has her smiles.
"Don't tempt me, Hachiman," Haruno warned playfully, "I might just take you up on your offer."
"It would me my absolute pleasure." I replied, voice shaking.
These same eyes which were never looked upon with love, saw love being reflected back from her. Likewise, the smile on her lips, which was never real, always fake, always artificial, felt real for me, tasted real to me, when they parted open, letting me deepen our kiss.
Intensity proved to be a failure of a word, to describe the passion beckoning me towards her, making me rise to meet her supple lips with mine, having her melting like hot magma, flowing over my arms, encompassing my very being, moulding me to her benign design. Having her curvaceous figure squirming and writhing in pleasure, her velvety tongue teasing my lips, before rushing inside my mouth, and overlapping my tongue, was making me groan from the back of my throat.
"God, Haruno!" I groaned.
Haruno teased, "Goddess Haruno, thank you very much."
The sound of our clothes brushing created a pleasant friction. A steady reminder to take our passionate melding of bodies and take the final step, towards achieving the next level of intimacy was always being provided by the growing sounds of our combined destruction: my legs kicked over a potted green plastic plant, her hand knocked over a bronze bust.
"Sorry about the plant," I apologized not really caring, more focused on kissing.
"Don't worry. It's fake." Haruno supplied, kissing me back.
Our bodies thrashed together in insatiable gratification, our cries of pleasure, groans of arousal rang down the empty hallways, echoed over her closed bedroom door. We found ourselves losing our collective control- never realizing when we broke a priceless vase, ruined a valuable painting and left marks of our salacious conduct on the wall, overlooking her bedroom.
"You are not hurt are you?" I asked, tenderly.
"No," Haruno replied, "The vase was flimsy."
"…I think it's from the Ming dynasty." I replied after studying the broken pieces scattered on the floor.
"No. It's a fake," Haruno replied solemnly, "Like everything else in this place."
"Well," I looked at her, suggestively, "Not everything."
"Cute," Haruno teased, "But I can also take it like an insult; you comparing me to a 'thing', an 'object', and etcetera and etcetera."
"…I never thought of you like that, Haruno-san." I replied solemnly.
"I know," Haruno chuckled, bitterly. "But everyone else does."
"Let me help you forget about them, Haruno-san." I offered, claiming her soft lips in mine. "At least for tonight."
"Yes please." She obliged, parting her lips to me, "And call me Haruno. No honorific, Hachiman."
Afterwards, neither of us seemed to care about the vandalism our wantonness was causing in her apartment. After all, I always thought of Haruno as a force of nature; recklessness was in her nature, whether it came to love or love making.
"We certainly got the kissing part down haven't we, Hachiman?" Haruno asked, breaking the kiss.
"Yeah I think so, Haruno." I held her chin, meeting her eyes, vying to angle her lips to mine.
"And we are comfortable with each other, right?" Haruno mumbled between kisses.
"As much as we can be," I replied, swallowing her next words with my mouth.
Our bodies were perfectly aligned: her arms around my back, pulling me close, my hands, splayed over the small of her back, brushing lightly above the swell of her hips, the small expanse of exposed skin, made incidentally available to my wayward fingers, courtesy of her skirt riding upwards, from our repeated writhing and squirming, on the comparatively rougher surface of the wall.
In the end, a small brush of a few fingers was all it took.
"Oh God!" Haruno gasped, aloud.
Her sharp intake of breath was the first clue. The hoarse cry leaving her kiss swollen lips was unintentional. Apparently these fingertips of mine were found acceptable to linger around, beneath the fabric of her skirt, even daring to touch the soft, untouched expanse of skin on the curve of her hips. But for Haruno these feather light touches of mine seemed simply not enough. At least not now.
"I wanna try something." Haruno said, rather abruptly.
"Um, okay." I replied, confused
Haruno started kissing me with fresh vigor. I kissed her back in kind. But then, without breaking our kiss, somehow, someway, I felt her body rising upwards to meet mine. She was trying to stand to her fullest height, going on her tiptoes even, using the wall behind her for leverage, grabbing both my shoulders for support, almost shooting up into the air.
"What are you-" The rest of my words got dissolved in a mumbling mess from the strength of her kisses.
At first I didn't quite understand the reasoning behind this. We were kissing passionately, fervently, feverishly. In a sense the blood thumping my veins was replenished. My heart felt like beating out of my chest. But I don't know how to word this without sounding like an asshole, but, um, kissing is not new.
But then I felt her firm hips move a little differently than I was used to by now.
"Holy!" I cursed, loudly.
This time around Haruno was not grinding her hips into me like before, not thrusting them forward into me, into my groin. Instead, she rode them up, until they were deliberately placed on the surface of my palms, resulting in me able to hold her and keep her standing upright, only by grabbing onto her hips, rather firmly.
"Is this okay?" Haruno asked.
"Of course, it is!" I almost yelled.
For all intents and purposes I ended up cupping her ass.
"Good," Haruno mumbled into my neck, "Because I'm not done."
"What-" She cut me off.
"Don't drop me," Haruno warned, "It would be really embarrassing. For the both of us."
"Haru-" I could not finish the sentence.
Suddenly, the firmness of her hold on me increased tenfold. Feeling her hips in my hands was a wonderful thing. But like she said, Haruno was not done with me. Not yet. After having placed her hips upon my palm, she performed several feats of, what I can only term, erotic aerobatics, resulting in me almost having a small heart attack at the sight of her, raising her gorgeous legs almost simultaneously, then suddenly, rather swiftly wrapping them around my sides, hooking her ankles behind my back, while leaving me almost breathless, nearly helpless, to figure out the rest of what was happening.
"Are you alright?" Haruno asked, again.
"I should be the one asking that," I replied, "I didn't hurt you, right?"
"No." Haruno shook her head "You kind of crushed me into your chest."
"Sorry." I mumbled, grabbing onto her body more securely.
"Don't be." Haruno replied, "I feel safe in your arms, Hachiman."
I almost had a splinter of a second to figure out the dynamics involved in keeping her aloft in the air, while balancing her entire weight on me and stopping the both of us from tumbling over like a bunch of horny idiots. I managed rather fine: pulling her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her body, her back, her hips, making her cling onto me, using her hands, her arms, her legs, her thighs, her ankles.
"I'm not heavy, am I?" Haruno asked, jokingly.
"You're light as a feather, Haruno," I replied, rubbing her back in a comforting manner.
"Aw! Look at you!" Haruno cooed, "Knowing just the right thing to say to get into a woman's heart."
"Very funny, Haruno-san." I leveled her with a heated look, "But at the moment, I am more interested in getting into a woman's pants."
"Lucky her," Haruno mumbled, her mouth on my skin, trailing kisses down my neck, "I bet you know where her bedroom is."
"Yes, I do." I had already started walking toward her bedroom, with her draped across me like a second skin.
I felt like the creases left on my shirt would never be ironed out. The collar would definitely be stretched in a ghastly manner. But caring for my shirt at this point of time was a sin. Haruno had proved to be incredibly flexible and acrobatic to some extent. I also discovered myself possessing a little bit of sinewy strength and a keen sense of instinct. Those traits would surely be put to good use soon enough. The thought made me reckless, bold and stupid.
In other words, I didn't see where I was going.
"Damn door." I cursed.
Haruno made no comment. But I did feel her body tremble in my arms. In other words, she was shaking in mirth. Almost stubbing my foot on the door of her bedroom was not remotely helpful in making me appear at least a little bit appealing; at least physically speaking. Though by now, I was certain, Haruno was attracted more to my intelligence. 'Sapiosexual' is really a word. Google it morons!
In my frustrations, I kicked the door in. I was almost disappointed, when the door didn't bounce off its hinges, and admit defeat before my very presence, and also apologize for making me look bad before the woman I love.
This time, Haruno did giggle. "You sure showed the door whose boss."
"…It was asking for it." I mumbled defensively.
Haruno affected a coy look, "Well, I hope you know what I am asking for." She looked sideways, pointedly. "There's my bed, Hachiman."
I felt her hold on me tighten a fraction: the arms around my neck, her hands on my back, her palms facing downwards on my shoulder blades, her every finger curled upon my spine, nails digging into the fabric of my shirt, her legs running round my waist, her thighs wrapping around my sides, her ankles crossing behind my back.
"It's nice." I murmured, not trusting my voice.
"No," Haruno shook her head, "This is nice." Her lips claimed mines once again.
All it took was a couple of small strides to take her to bed in an extremely literal sense. We plopped down together in a pile of hormones and adrenaline and inexperience. Her queen-sized bed welcomed the both of us and gave us its blessing to follow through with our hearts inner most desires. There was no judgment; only love and want and the need to make the other a part of your own- a tall task indeed, especially for the likes of us.
"Your shirt looks hideous." Haruno commented, abruptly.
"…But I look acceptable, right?" I asked, feeling dread.
"Give me a sec." Haruno was quick and brutal.
"What the fuck!" I yelped, surprised.
"Now you look acceptable," Haruno crooned, smiling devilishly at her handiwork "No. Far better! You look sexier than I ever imagined, Hachiman."
"…Figured you would imagine pulling something like this, Haruno." I said. But I couldn't make my voice sound even a little accusatory.
When Haruno had called the shirt I was wearing hideous, for a moment I had the terrible feeling of having my heart fill up to the brim with nothing but horror and dread, at her seemingly apparent rejection of me and my love for her.
After all, calling the shirt hideous might have been her way of breaking the news to me, in a kind and good natured manner, while letting me know, she changed her mind about me, realized the mistake she was making, weighing the pros and cons and deciding against me and whatever she thought, I could ever hope to offer her. I was nothing. I had nothing. I didn't hold any delusions about myself.
But instead, I felt Haruno clasp the front of my shirt. Then in quick rapid successions, I felt her hands on me: vicious, brutal and swift. Before I knew it, the placket located right in the middle of the shirt, running straight down from the collar to the hem of the shirt, faced the brunt of her unsuspecting attack. She came down hard on the buttons, doing them two at a time, tugging, pulling, yanking them from their respective buttonholes, making my shirt fall open, while forcing a few of these innocent buttons to fly away in terror from her wrath, seeking solace in some corner of her bedroom, where they will never be found again.
In the end, my shirt was reduced to an un-wearable mess.
"There are easier ways to get a guy naked, Haruno." I replied, watching her watch me.
"Oh?" Haruno hunched forward, "I am all ears, Hachiman." Her hands reached out, palms facing outwards, fingers stretching, gradually slinking inside the boundaries of my shirt and then I felt it: her soft, feminine touch upon my bare torso, almost tickling my skin, and yet making my heart beat frantically against my ribs.
"This feels different," Haruno whispered. I could feel her breath on my cheeks. "Feels stronger than when I felt it through your shirt." I knew she was referring to my heart. She had deliberately placed her hands over the left side of my chest. But I could feel my breath hitch in disappointment, when she withdrew her hands from on top of my chest. And I was just getting used to the warmth. No matter.
I grabbed her hand, tugged her closer to me, until she was almost sitting on my lap. "You ruined my shirt, Haruno." I accused, teasingly. "How are you going to make up for it?" I asked in the same tone.
"I'm sure you will come up with something, Hachiman" Haruno offered, teasingly.
Then, just to enunciate my thoughts, she slowly and oh so sensuously turned, grinding her hips on my lap along the way, just to torture me some more, before showing me the back of her outfit; Or more particularly the tantalizing zipper, which ran from the nape of her neck, down to the small of her back.
"…" I was struck speechless.
"…Do you want me to strip?" Haruno asked, nonplussed.
"No!" I nearly shouted, "Let me do it."
My hands shook a little, my fingers definitely twitched. Slowly but surely I took a hold of the zipper and slithered it down her spine, revealing inch by inch of smooth, untouched skin. Haruno fidgeted a little from the exposure, but said nothing else. I place both my hands on her shoulders and twisted her around, until our eyes met and we were able to see the blush on both our faces.
"…Sorry for ripping your shirt. I don't know what came over me, Hachiman." Haruno said, her voice was all shy and timid, "And thank you for not doing the same thing to my dress, even though I probably deserve it."
"It's a nice dress." I replied instead, "Besides, like you said, that shirt was hideous."
Haruno sniffed. "Then let me take it off of you, Hachiman."
I felt both her hands gently skim the shirt from my shoulders: down my arms, down my back. I helped her along to take it off of me until I was left, sitting shirtless, under her eyes raking my completely bare torso. She ended up absentmindedly chucking my shirt, somewhere in the back of her room. But at least this time, she had the decency to look apologetic.
"Sorry." Haruno replied, quickly. "I will find it in the morning. I promise! I will even fix it for you. I am very good at sewing stuff."
"We can worry about my shirt later." I replied. My hands were busy tossing the sleeves down her shoulders and watching her sashay out of her dress, until she was left sitting on her bed, clad in nothing except for a pair of panties.
"…You are-" I choked on my words.
"-Not wearing a bra, yes." Haruno offered helpfully, "Thank you for noticing, Hachiman."
A/N: The next chapter is gonna be the last.
And it will have a full blown lemon.
So remember to change the rating to 'M'.
I will post the next/last chapter soon.