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Passion
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The buttons of your dress clatter against the floor like a shower of nacre. One by one they have given way to the passage of my claw; each one, followed by one of your sighs, and another moment of longing for me. Finally, I manage to glimpse under the dim ambient light, the outline of your breasts, still hidden under a thin layer of white lingerie. I lean towards one of them, then let my tongue touch it through the fabric. I feel your hand trying to slip between the waistband of my pants, and you press the spot as if you want the clothes to yield with just that.
I smile against your chest just before taking the nipple between my teeth.
"InuYasha," you plead with a sigh, saying my name.
I love hearing you give in.
I hold your other breast with my hand and with my fingers I search for the nipple that has hardened under the bra. My sex presses against my pants and I ease it towards your hips. You sigh and pant in a way that my senses recognize; you want more.
You decide to free the belt and the button of my pants to touch my erection with both hands. I hiss at the contact and dive for your lips to bite, kiss, lick, and possess. The wall behind you contains the force with which I make you feel my desire. Your agile fingers start to deliver caresses with dangerous fervor, and I hold one of your wrists to keep you from continuing so effectively.
"Do you want to go to bed?" I ask you.
My room has welcomed us many times already.
You shake your head slowly and with loaded intention. Your smile speaks to me of the burning plans in your mind. You take my mouth decisively and your tongue directs mine in an intense and short kiss that breaks when you start to slide down the wall to kneel and touch my sex with your lips. I tremble a little more at the erotic image of your flushed cheeks, the pristine white of your lingerie, and your red lips from kissing, circling the tip of my erection. The hardness with which it greets you makes you smile, and I know I'm lost before you start with what you masterfully do.
"Kagome," now it's me who pleads your name.
I keep both forearms supported against the wall and watch your mouth engulf and release me in a kind of pagan ritual that turns you into the supreme sorceress. I push with my hips seeking more contact, more speed, and a release that my body demands and my mind hopes to contain a little longer, just to appreciate the amazing way your chest dances with each movement you make.
I close my eyes and open them. I see your tongue has settled in the exact spot where the stimulation is most effective. I lower a hand, subtly brushing your collarbone amidst the sighs you are eliciting from me. I slide my fingers along the contour of your chest and savor the sole memory, the unique texture of your nipple. The fabric gives in before my gently tug at it, though the caress of your loud and wet mouth forces me to close my eyes at the excitement running through me. I breathe increasingly faster; my sex is a hard phallus in your mouth. My legs tremble; my climax is near, yet I am lost in the contour of your chest, its shape and softness, and how much I like it.
My body prepares; the discharge is close. My hand removes the fabric, and I manage to see the pink and excited nipple emerging from the lace like a vision. I take it in my hand, filling it just before closing my eyes and moaning in pleasure as I explode in your mouth.
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N/A
Just an impromptu "drabble." Something that came out from that first phrase, about the nacre buttons.
A kiss and thanks for reading and commenting.
Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart