Shameless smut chapter. If you don't know her, check out len website. Her illustrations and doodles are so great. .es/naughty-questions/
Taishō's room was as sober as the rest of his flat. Hard wood and uncluttered surfaces complimented a very large bed – a necessary contraption to accommodate his 6 feet 3 inches. There was only a pair of dark blue sheets on the mattress, squarely tucked in, military style. Gwen would have blushed as her own messiness in comparison, but Tōga was upon her as soon as her back touched the mattress.
Needless to say, that his imposing presence mobilised all her attention, leaving other considerations under the carpet. The soft cotton that touched her bare arms couldn't even compare with the vibrant hum of his skin. As soon as his lips claimed hers, Gwen was done for. An expert tongue begged for entrance; she allowed him to ravage her mouth with a moan, her hands reaching over his shoulders, tangling in the silvery tresses.
So silky, they fell upon his broad back, teasing her fingers that couldn't decide whether to caress his skin, or sink into the glory of his hair.
Tōga's larger body curled around her, surrounding her, overwhelming. A soft and steely embrace. He smelt of thunder and safety, of power and quietude. Tongue dancing, Gwen couldn't imagine how she'd gone so long without tasting him. Every breath she took was stolen away, suckling, nipping, lapping at her like a man starved. Eventually sated, Tōga's lips teased the corner of her mouth. She whimpered in need, trying to chase him but his hand titled her head to bare her throat; his nose dove to nuzzle the exposed skin.
Suddenly, the swirling storm stilled as their bodies moulded around each other's. Gwen's hands settled across his back, laying flat upon the smooth expense of burning skin. Tōga's arms caged her, his tresses falling around them like a cocoon, and she felt him inhale a deep, long breath in the hollow of her throat. He took another whiff, then another, his whole body vibrating with need.
Her smell brought him such peace, as if he had slaved to climb a sinuous path, and finally found the refuge beside a clear pond. As a result, he craved to strip naked, and plunge in the depth of this beautiful, icy lake.
If he did that… there was no going back. Even then, he felt his body hum in tune with hers. She was calling to him, her legs around his hips, so pliant, so beautiful, so deliciously offered. Tōga's chest rumbled in pleasure, the vibration reverberated to Gwen. The young woman's hands started to travel anew, hesitant, and she kissed his sweaty temple reverently. As if she, too, found solace in his embrace.
That simple, innocent contact upon his skin sent a pang of desire straight to his loins. More carnal, less romantic, but no less imperious. Tōga growled; he slid a hand under Gwen's shoulder and tugged. She pivoted easily, a flicker of mirth passing in her eyes, and he was amazed at the sheer amount of trust she gave him. He wanted to prolong this moment before turning into a feral beast.
Only then, when she was sprawled on her belly, her cream t-shirt contrasting with the dark sheets, did he realise the enormity of what was about to occur.
One night stands usually happened at the lady's place; this bed had never known any other. This was a bachelor's house, the typical nudity of a man's dwellings after a divorce. But, right now, her lithe body was claiming that empty spot beside his. Tōga's eager gaze lingered upon the simple design of her stretch pants, the material flexible enough to show the curves that lay beneath.
He took pleasure in watching her as she lounged, undulating under his caresses. His large hands relished in the smoothness of her pale skin, cupping her neck, descending upon a shoulder as he pushed the t-shirt. He swept aside the waves of her tawny hair, teasing the skin of her neck with his nose. Gwen giggled; she was ticklish. Then he allowed his hands to descend along her waist, on her hips before sliding upwards under her t-shirt. Her bare skin greeted his fingers, and he almost moaned at the sensation.
So soft…
"Do I get to do the same ?" she eventually asked, breathless.
Tōga crawled over her form, pressing hot kisses at her nape, caging her anew, weight braced on his arms. His hot breath fanned on her cheek, his mouth lavishing kisses and suckles in the crook of her neck, where her scent was deeper. Gwen arched sensually against him, asking for more, daring him to take his pleasure. Her shapely rear bumped against his hips and he groaned at the tempting friction.
Vixen.
Tōga shifted his weight, pulling her up with him. As soon as she was sitting, her back touching his bare chest, he grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. The soft cotton revealed a plain, supple bra that gently pushed her breast together. For a man used to the standard Asian A-cup, he certainly wasn't complaining about the shape of European women. There was something luxurious about those rounded mounds.
"Eager, mmm ?" she smiled mischievously.
Tōga tugged on her arm so that she faced him, half naked, pale skin on display.
"You are beautiful," he breathed, finding two incredulous orbs gazing back at him in awe. As if she couldn't believe he was speaking about her. He wasn't trying to even the score because she had called him handsome. No. Gwen possessed the supple body of a former dancer, with hard-core muscles layered with the softness of a woman that enjoyed her life.
Her skin was a poem, her curves an invitation.
Seeing her hesitation, he tugged at the flaring pants, peeling the layer of extensible cotton down her long legs. Then, his hands cupped her dainty feet, and slowly climbed around her delicious rounded calves. Soft skin shivered under his touch.
"Tōga," she breathed as he lifted her beautiful leg up. And again, to hear his name upon her lips caused his heart to flip flop. Reverently, he brought the skin of her calf to his mouth, surprised that Gwen didn't even slouch backwards to accommodate the movement.
Damn, she is flexible.
He intended to worship every single piece of her, just like she had worshipped every part of his mind, accepting him so easily in the haven of her soul. A large hand pushed her back on the bed and, before she could protest, he dove for her lips and kissed her senseless. She curled in his arms – limbs winding around him - so tightly that he felt like an oak tree engulfed in a vine.
In turn, he embraced her, fingers digging in the tawny tresses, marvelling at their silkiness. When, at last, they emerged from their heated kiss, Tōga was panting heavily. Gwen smiled with a peaceful expression filled with contentment.
His first time with Izayoi had been wild and passionate, bordering on aggressive. In this life, his hime had been raised to know what she wanted, taking revenge on the patriarchal society that had crushed her in sangoku jidai. Gwen was a different sort; energetic, and prone to fight for what she believed in. Yet, she exuded calm and poise. The passion shone in the depth of her eyes, blue streaks lost in stormy grey. Power in a tight leash, but ready to spring forth.
Her hands splayed upon his heart, taking in the hasty rhythm with an expression filled with wonder. His fingers curled around her hand and he rested his forehead over hers. Gwen was strong, but not belligerent. And right now, while he'd been used to battle for dominance, she neither surrendered nor called for submission. She just was, and looked at him as if he was a miracle in her life.
Then her fingers slid to the button of his pants, and she tutted with a comely blush.
"This must go, …"
The sentence remained unfinished, hanging mid-air, as if the term of endearment that had nearly escaped was too shameful to utter. Tōga lifted THE eyebrow, pinning her with his usual stare. The redness of her cheeks intensified, painting her peachy skin. But she remained mute, and he decided to humour her. His pants were getting truly uncomfortable now, heat and desire straining against the constricting fabric. As he shuffled with the waistband, Gwen's eyes followed his every move.
The long lashes that framed her almond eyes almost closed, as if she didn't dare watching his nudity. Her shyness was endearing, and he wondered how much coaxing it would take to unleash her passionate nature.
A good challenge.
Tōga dropped his pants and shifted aside, finding himself nose to nose with Gwen. She froze, as if frightened by the look in his eyes. He felt the predator struggling to surge, straining to take the willing female and make her his.
"Gwen," he breathed, kissing the top of her nose.
"Yes," she murmured, her breath fanning upon his lips.
Last chance to back away.