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Sounds
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In the distance, I hear the laugh of a young-man who seems to be getting closer to us by the moment. He isn't alone, I know this from the clear voice of the young-woman accompanying him. I do not dare to open my eyes, out of fear of being discovered, afraid that someone may see your hand under my blouse. I feel the pressure you apply, strong, and edging on pain. You caress me, lift my breast, then turn up the intensity of your attentions; enjoying it, I know from the sound of your short breath, and from how your erect sex presses against me from behind, as if trying to pierce through the clothes we are still wearing. The cold air enveloping the terrace is a contrast against the heat on my cheeks, my exhalation fading towards the semi-empty city streets.
InuYasha, I utter as I reach behind me, finding the hard proof of your excitement.
You say nothing, and simply bathe my ear with your agitated breathing, bristling my neck on end. Almost immediately after, I feel your mouth and tongue caressing that same part, granting me some composure. I wrap tightly your sex, my hand full, as you drown a pant against the curve of my shoulder; I want to be strong, and so enjoy our leading caresses. I wish to revel in the way you heat up my blood, until I surrender to your provocations. However, my body yearns to feel your raw skin; I can almost recreate its heat, and that idea alone lights a fire in my belly.
InuYasha, I name you again, as an excuse to not plea.
It is then when you decide you want to feel me burn.
The hand caressing my breast, seeks now a way to free it from the prison of the pink lingerie holding it. I feel your fingers graze then seize my nipple, pulling, then twisting it in a way that makes me crazy. I sigh without holding back, stroking your sex with a hand along its whole length. It is now when the sound of your voice becomes a hiss that ends with my name, sighed.
Kagome.
I smile before the excitement of your corrupted voice, as I yearn for the next step.
I feel the pressure of your hips against me, and the tense pause of that moment manages to make me aware of the wetness now soaking my clothes. And it is the clarity of such an idea, what makes me recreate the way in which you usually enter me. My head starts spinning before the heat, and my desire spills unfiltered.
"Please, do it already," I plea.
Your tongue edges with saliva, the shape of my ear.
"Here?" I hear your playful smile in your question.
"Yes," I sigh, as I feel your hand seeking the zip of your pants.
"Not afraid of how loud you may get?" Your excitement cuts your breath short, and I feel the hard and hot shape of your sex caressing the skin of my behind. The hand that before were caressing my breast, has slid down to the place where our attention focuses on, trying to pull aside the panties.
"Do you think we may get a fine?" I manage to ask.
"I hope not," you sigh, before permeating the tip of your sex with the wetness of mine. I feel the restless and hot caress, whose sound only becomes fuller when you enter me in one, unique fluid thrust, taking my breath away.
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A/N
A bit of passion for the cold autumn.
I hope you've liked it
Kisses, and let's continue.
Anyara
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