Fall Apart
By SMYGO4EVA
"Are you sure about this?" Misturi asked aloud, the cloth blindfold heavy over her eyes. She couldn't sense Sanemi's presence in the room, and it made her heart skip a beat.
Though they were both Hashira, he wasn't the kind of person she wanted hidden in the shadows.
"You're strong, Mitsuri," Sanemi murmured from behind, his husky voice so close to her ear. "And I know for a fact that you're so much smarter than anyone truly knows."
Misturi startled, biting her lip, stifling a yelp. She felt her face grow hot, but she straightened where she sat, her hands on her lap, and her legs underneath her.
She exhaled slowly. "Yes, yes I am."
"That's right, you are." Sanemi agreed, and placed his hands on Mitsuri's shoulders, slowly, slowly, sliding down her arms. "That's why I know you can handle this."
Mitsuri swallowed, her heart beating in her chest, feeling the rasp of his breath on her neck, his hands down her arms, past her hands, and then settling near her skirt.
"I can, I can handle it." Mitsuri answered, nodding, her soprano voice wavering.
"That's what I thought," He replied, his voice low and dark, sending shivers crawling down her spine.
One of his hands crept under her skirt, his fingers brushing lightly touching between her legs, the dampness seeping in her undergarments, so warm and wet.
Mitsuri gasped out loud, her hands clenched, and her back to his chest. She stiffened, as she felt his growing excitement near her backside. "Sanemi…"
Sanemi chuckled, holding her steady as he pressed his mouth on her neck, her skin hot and inviting, continuing his ministrations between her legs.
Mitsuri swallowed, shivering, her breaths becoming heavy, and she rested her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs wider.
"Please, keep going."
He grinned, and pressed himself closer to her, as he continued to make her positively tremble by his hand.
"As you wish."