Madame Masseuse
"The Business of Pleasure: Part 1"
Author's Note: Sexual content incoming! Consider yourself warned! :)
When Kagome visualized her first time sleeping with Inuyasha, she thought—read: hoped—she'd be sensually demure, all engines go, completely in control of her faculties, and the perfect hands-on-yet-willing-to-be-submissive partner to complement Inuyasha's alpha-inclined tendencies. She thought, after this beautiful evening, she would feel cool, sexy even, about what was going to happen once they went home. But, pulling onto his street, Kagome was skittish, arguably even panicked, with a nervous energy that had Inuyasha giving her a healthy amount of side-eye as the Bentley came to a stop in front of his condo.
Kagome didn't want to be nervous, but she was—she super was. Stomach-churning, heart-clamouring, fingers-wrenching-in-the-hem-of-her-dress nervous. She wished it was readiness and aroused impatience that had her stepping lightly from foot to foot once she stood from the sedan, but this frantic, fluttering wildness in her abdomen was tried-and-true nervousness, and Kagome could do nothing but accept the fact she was timorously anxious about sleeping with Inuyasha.
Inuyasha exchanged a few quick words with the driver, offered a polite nod of his head in thanks, and then plucked Kagome's overnight bag from the open trunk. When the half-demon met her eye and flicked his head in a come here gesture, Kagome moistened her tongue and swallowed. Rounding the boot of the car, her feet felt unsure. The whirling nervousness in her stomach contaminated her heart until her pulse also began to feel hectic. She released a fist from Inuyasha's jacket around her shoulders to accept his extended hand and allowed him to lead her into his building with nothing more than a rushed "Thanks very much" tossed over her shoulder to the driver.
She wondered if she'd feel less nervous if Inuyasha said something to her. He looked lost to his own thoughts as he silently stepped into the elevator, selected his floor, and then adjusted his grip on her bag so he could wrap an arm around her shoulders. Kagome turned to him expectantly, like now that he was holding her he'd say something, but he wouldn't meet her eye and his lips were a thin, unified line. Her nervousness mingled with a stubbornness that kept her own lips sealed, which, unfortunately, left them no other choice but to ascend in silence.
Stepping out into his hallway, Kagome felt manic. The silence that was once uncomfortable now had its own presence, and Kagome didn't want this third-wheeling entity to follow them into Inuyasha's condo. As soon as her eyes found and settled upon the frame of his door, her legs stopped and her heart began to pound. Inuyasha turned to her, like he suddenly realized she was no longer beside him, and swallowed the distance created by her stilled feet. He reached for her hand and tugged on her fingers, luring her body into contact with the rigid lines of his.
"I know," he said quietly, a hand fluttering above her cheek, the heat and brawn of his broad shoulders hovering over her.
Kagome closed her eyes and took a stabilizing, lengthy inhalation. "What do you know?"
"It's okay to be nervous. I am too."
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her abjectly. There was a curve and a dip to his eyebrows, two strong lines above his nose that Kagome recognized as his nervous frown rather than his signature annoyed frown, confused frown, or, for when the occasion warranted, his angry frown.
She blinked at him blandly for a second to process the fact he just admitted to feeling nervous. "You?" She incredulously clicked her tongue against her teeth. "How could you possibly—?"
"Why are you nervous?" He shot back at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. When she didn't respond, he lifted their joined hands to rest above his heart, the back of her hand cradled against his chest.
Kagome's eyes pivoted from her feet to their hands, a blush on her face. Her fingers swaddled in his, her hand soldered to the hollow between his pectorals, Inuyasha pulled her feet into motion until the two of them stood in front of his closed door. The movement of her legs must have encouraged the stirring of her mental muscles because she found herself saying softly, "Do you have any idea how much I like you?"
Inuyasha reached into his pocket for his keys. "Some," he answered with a grin emerging from one side of his mouth. "Between how stubborn she was yesterday about wantin' to claim me and then some of the things she's said today, I have a pretty good sense that she tolerates me a decent amount."
Kagome snorted a weak laugh. "It's more than just tolerate you, Inuyasha."
"Kagome—" From the soliciting way he said her name, Kagome felt she had no other choice but to meet his tempered stare— "Are you sayin' you're nervous 'cause you like me?"
She released a heavy exhale, her eyes turning away from where his hand loitered on the door handle. "I'm nervous because this feels like a huge moment for us, like there's been all this lead up to intimacy and now that it's finally here I—" She paused to shake her head and laugh self-consciously— "Sorry, I'm being ridiculous."
Inuyasha pulled his lips to the side in a contemplative expression. His hand fell away from the door. "Tell me what you're thinkin', Kagome."
Holy crap, her heart was pounding. "It's nothing, Inuyasha. I'm sorry—I'm just being dumb. We don't need to talk about—"
"We obviously do," he rebuked, a scornful frown on his face. "Your heart sounds like it's about to blast outta your damn chest, Kagome! Tell me what's got you so worked up."
Her fingers bunched in the sides of her dress. "I don't want to, Inuyasha," she whispered tensely. She turned away from him, her face colouring from how mortified she felt. "I'm just overthinking again. I'm sorry—I'll stop."
"Just—" He exhaled loudly with frustration, his features softening— "stop apologizin' and tell me what you're overthinking about."
She made a dismissive noise in the back of her throat. Her voice became even smaller. "I'm scared that, if I tell you, it's going to ruin our night."
"Kagome," he sighed, dropping the weekender bag to grip his hands around her elbows. His thumbs stroked the sensitive hollow of her arm in an enthralling back and forth. "I know I give you shit about overthinkin' to death, but I do actually care about what you think—how you feel. Don't make me invoke our honesty rule, alright? 'Cause you know I will."
She huffed at that, adjusting her stance, curling her hands into fists and positioning them on his chest. She dared to step in towards him, which prompted Inuyasha to wrap his forearms around her waist. Her nails dug into her palms, wondering if the feel of his thudding heart would help stabilize hers. "Alright," she sighed. "You asked for it."
"Lay it on me, baby," he teased, prompting a scoffing, albeit blushing, eyeroll from her before she focused her mind on what she wanted to tell him.
"Remember what I was saying to you in the library?" When he nodded, she said, with a heat to her face, "It's...related to that." Kagome worried the inside of her lip with her teeth before she forced her voice to work. "As much as I want to be intimate with you, I feel a little intimidated. You have a lot more experience in this department than me and you know what you want, what you like, and I-I want to be good enough for you but don't know how to."
"Kagome, I told you, that's not—"
"Please, let me finish, okay? You said you want to know what I'm thinking and I'd like to get it all out before I lose the confidence to."
He bit his bottom lip like he didn't want to agree but he surprised her by nodding, the crease between his eyebrows deepening.
Kagome swallowed past the dryness in her throat. "I'm also a little overwhelmed because I feel like being intimate is going to be this defining moment for us. We became friends because I wasn't in a place to jump into a sexual relationship; yet, everything about us, Inuyasha, even our friendship, has always had this sexual undertone to it. It's like everything has pointed us towards this moment, towards having sex, and it feels like there's going to be this clear divide in what we were before sex and what we will be after sex." She sighed, picking at her fingernails. Her cheeks felt hot with every vulnerable, gut-wrenching honesty she spoke. "It also doesn't help that there's been so much lead up to us having sex that now I'm scared we've made it too much of a thing that it could never live up to the hype." She refused to pivot her eyes from the pattern on the carpet despite how intently she could see him in her periphery staring at her. "I want this more than anything, Inuyasha. I want you more than anything, but I'm finding myself scared that you're going to be disappointed, that I'm going to disappoint you, and—"
"Kagome, you—"
"—I know I have absolutely no reason to think that way, but I like you so much and I know how important sex is to you and I can talk the talk, so to speak, but I am downright scared stupid that I'm not going to sexually meet your needs and you're going to grow tired of me or not want me anymore because—"
"Kagome! Just shut up for a sec, will ya?"
Inuyasha's harsh, loud words startled her into ceasing her ramble. Her breath heaved from the battering thunder of her heart and her erratic run-on sentence.
He cradled her cheeks in his palms and angled her head until she was looking up at him, their noses almost touching from how he bowed to meet her. "I know you said you were worried about the sex being bad or us not bein' compatible or whatever, but fuck, Kagome...I didn't know you had all this goin' on in your head." He exhaled a frustrated breath. "Were you gonna say anything to me about any of this? Don't tell me you were gonna keep this shit to yourself?"
She closed her eyes and nodded. "I didn't want to unload any of this on you, especially 'cause I thought it was just me being...me—making a problem where there isn't one."
Inuyasha sighed, looking down sternly at the carpet for a few seconds. "How the hell were you supposed to enjoy yourself fully when you'd probably be holdin' back 'cause of all the shit you're worried about?"
She thought about that for a second before she shrugged. "I'm sorry, Inuyasha, I didn't mean—"
"Stop," he mumbled against her forehead, the quietness of his request catching her off guard. His arms tensed around her. "You never have to apologize for what you're thinking or how you're feelin' about shit, Kagome, alright? I just—" Inuyasha scoffed a long-winded sigh then increased the pressure on her cheeks, his forehead tipping until it brushed hers. "Kagome, listen to me. I'm not gonna tell you having sex isn't a big deal or that it isn't some defining moment for us, 'cause it is. We haven't allowed this type of closeness before for a variety of reasons, and things're obviously gonna change afterwards, but that's a good thing. Yeah, you're right—shit with us has always been sexual, so it's more than natural that we've ended up here, but that's somethin' for us to be happy about, not scared about. I want you and you want me, so it's a good thing that we're finally in a place where we're gonna do somethin' about that.
"And as far as the other shit you're worried about..." He sighed, a flustered expression on his face as he looked around the empty hall. When he met her eye again, and saw the tears she was so stubbornly refusing to let out, he snorted a self-deprecating chuckle at himself. "You wanna know what's so great about pizza, Kagome?"
"Pizza?" She stared at him, confused how they went from talking from the heart to talking from the stomach. "Inuyasha, we ate like three times our required calories for the day at dinner and you're already hungry?"
He sucked his teeth with an exaggerated eyeroll, knocking her on the head affectionately with a fist. "Just—shut up and let me say what I wanna say, alright? It was a rhetorical question." He scoffed a quick laugh when she raised a puzzled eyebrow at him, then cleared his throat, averting his gaze so he wouldn't get distracted by the face she was making. "Pizza is one of those things that's so great 'cause it's really hard to fuck up. Yeah, obviously, there are different types and certain places make 'em different, but that's not a bad thing. There's variety to pizza; even the same place can serve a pie a whole buncha different ways, keepin' it interesting. You crave a pizza and even a bad pizza is still pizza—it still hits the spot, y'know? Sex, Kagome," he emphasized, looking amused with himself, "is like pizza."
"Are you...are you comparing having sex with me to eating pizza?"
Inuyasha bellowed a laugh, enveloping her in his arms and resting his chin against her bangs. "I am." He grinned. "'Cause I need you to understand how good bein' together is gonna be. I have been craving you, Kagome. My body is so fuckin' obsessed with your flavour and so fuckin' excited to dig into you that it's not gonna matter what sorta pizza I've tried before or how many pizzas I've had. I'm gonna enjoy the shit out of you, Kagome, because I want to be with you."
"You saying you've been craving my type of pizza, Inuyasha?"
"Fuck off," he laugh-scoffed with a wide grin that had her giggling under her breath. His palms cupped her shoulders. "With how things are between us, Kagome, it's guaranteed to not be bad. If you take anything away from what I'm sayin', let it be that there is less than nothin' for you to be intimidated or worried about, okay? Fucking you, being with you—I'll even risk sounding like an asshole and say makin' love to you, if that's what you want—could never, ever be bad."
Kagome blushed, her palms caressing a track over his chest and traps. "Thank you, Inuyasha. I-I appreciate the analogy." She exhaled a rough chuckle. "Although, I might never look at pizza the same again," she teased as a sigh, embracing him. She looked up at him with a flushed, mischievous glimmer in her eye. "Do you think it's possible you have a pizza fetish?"
"Shut up," Inuyasha chuffed, leaning forward to kiss her. When his lips came away from hers, he wore a more severe expression. His eyes paced between hers before he spoke again. "I've been lookin' forward to this for a long time, Kagome," he said softly. "I know sex is a loaded thing for you, and I'm gonna do everythin' I can to make sure you enjoy tonight. But this? You and me? It's a blank slate, alright? I know we each have baggage and we've both waded through a mountain of shit to get to this point together, but what's happened to us in the past has no business followin' us inside, 'cause what comes next is all about you and me and our exes can fuck right off." He sighed, watching her huff a laugh as he brushed hair away from her face with his palms. "I promise you—I won't know the meanin' of the word disappointment after tonight, understand? Shit, I want you so goddamn bad, Kagome. What can I do to make sure you enjoy yourself? Enjoy me?"
"Inuyasha," she sighed, leaning her weight against his body, her arms over his shoulders. It had to be weird that they were still having this conversation in front of his door, right? "You make me so happy, like...stupid amounts of happy. I know I'm being dumb by putting all this pressure on myself, by putting sex with you on this idiotic pedestal, but it's just—I just want to make you feel the same way I do, Inuyasha. I want to make you the happiest you've ever been, because I know sex and intimacy mean a lot to you. You told me before that I wasn't meeting your needs because we weren't intimate and—" She sighed a self-effacing breath— "God, all I wanna do is meet your needs," she chuckled. "I just want to do right by you, Inuyasha, to do this the right way, the way that you want. I want us to do everything tonight that you wanna do. I want to make you feel cherished and special and cared about and loved and—"
She stopped herself as soon as she heard the L-word echoing around her. Oh, sweet Jesus H. Christ, did she literally just say that out loud? She didn't. She couldn't have.
Oh, Kagome, you buffoon! You tongue-tied, lust-starved gremlin for love! How could you let that slip and—
Her thoughts couldn't continue. Her brain couldn't continue. Not when Inuyasha's mouth rushed to hers and she found herself being pushed up against his door, his hands cradling her neck and jaw, her head being tilted so far back Inuyasha's tongue took a linear dive between her lips.
He held her against his door, dominating her mouth, pressing his body against hers, her soft surfaces yielding to his hard exterior. He was rough, rushed, and his chest heaved against hers with every rugged, aroused breath. Kagome was pinned and safe and so far gone into lust that when she found herself surfacing for a breath, all she could manage was reaching for him to deny herself more air.
Because that's how much she loved Inuyasha. She'd rather deny herself oxygen than go a second without the devastation of his kiss.
"I have the best fuckin' girlfriend," Inuyasha groaned, which made Kagome accidentally end their kiss by sputtering with incredulous laughter against his mouth.
Sure, she may have been a nervous wretch about things getting intimate with Inuyasha, but there's no way Kagome could deny how perfect this felt, being with him, the feel of him, the taste of him.
"I definitely have the best boyfriend," she responded, smiling up at him. Her smile faltered as a blushing shyness had her heart hiccupping in her chest. "Are you really feeling nervous, Inuyasha?" Her voice was small but Inuyasha's demon hearing heard her no problem because his eyes scanned hers and he sighed, sweeping her bangs from her forehead to lay a kiss to her clammy skin.
"A little."
"Why?"
"'Cause I wanna do right by you," he answered quietly, to borrow her own phrasing.
Her eyes kept bouncing between the smeared lipstick around his mouth and the blaze of his golden irises. "What do you—?"
"You told me before that sex is something you've never really enjoyed, or it was somethin' you wanted to enjoy more than you did, or I dunno, somethin' like that," he articulated poorly, his cheeks flushed. "You're not the only one feelin' the pressure, thinking there's a lot riding on tonight."
She knit her brow at him, her fingers tracing his facial features. She opened her mouth to say something but his self-consciousness had more words freefalling from his lips.
"I wanna worship you tonight, Kagome," Inuyasha confessed, the warmth of his breath painting her smudged lips, making her heart shudder. His eyes were so low all Kagome could see was the lush, black fringe of his eyelashes over his cheeks. "I wanna redefine sex and intimacy for you. I wanna make sex everything you want it to be. I wanna be everything you've ever wanted, and I want sex with me to fuckin' ruin you, Kagome. But I—" He paused to kiss her, like he needed to wreck himself with her mouth to rekindle his bravery, eventually separating their lips with the gentlest pucker— "I know I'm putting this pressure on myself to make it good for you, but I dunno what you like or want, and that has me losin' it a bit." He laughed at himself. "I told myself I wasn't gonna be indecisive or question myself but I'm feelin' like an absolute jackass," he sneered, "'cause you need me to take the lead and I'm stuck on worryin' that I'm gonna do somethin' you won't like."
"Inuyasha..." Despite the tremor in her heart, the heat in her face, she couldn't look away from his eyes. She was caught in a snare of molten gold, her heart unraveling from the genuine vulnerability that pinned her to the spot, that had her body singing for him. Holy hell, what could she possibly say in response to all that?
"What do you want from me tonight, Kagome?"
"Just you," she answered immediately, meeting the intensity of his gaze with an unwavering steadfastness that felt a little out of character given how unsteady she felt. "I want you, Inuyasha, raw, uninhibited you. I promise you can do with me, do to me, what you want, what you desire, and I'll enjoy it, because I am so fucking into you, it's absurd." Inuyasha laughed softly at her curse, kissing the tip of her nose. "I am nervous about my lack of experience though, because I don't want all the onus to be on you tonight—that doesn't seem fair. It's just—I don't know what you like, how you want me."
"How has that ever been a problem?"
She looked up at him with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?"
"This past week...the dirty talk, the way you've touched me, fuck, even just the way you've looked at me, Kagome. You know what I like, your body knows what to do." He kissed her, pulling away before she could get enough. "Promise me two things."
"What things?"
He palmed her cheek, holding her gaze. "I need you to promise you'll constantly tell me how you're feelin'. Everything I do with you, to you, I need to know whether you love it, need me to adjust somethin', or if you want me to stop. Promise you'll communicate with me through everything we do together, alright?" She nodded, her wide eyes glued to his. "Good. Then second, promise me you won't let yourself get bogged down by thoughts tonight." He grabbed her hand gruffly to place it on his chest. Kagome's eyes jumped between his and the back of her hand, like she could see his heart beating beneath her palm. "Tonight is about feeling, Kagome. It's about you touching me and me touchin' you—" His hold on her wrist tightened, pushing her palm harder into his chest; his other hand brushed knuckles over the flare of her cheek— "Overthinking has no place once we're on the other side of that door, and I'm sayin' that out loud just as much for me as I am you."
Her frown deepened as his pulse echoed beneath her clammy palm. "But I—"
"No, Kagome." He moved his large hand from her wrist, settling it above hers over his heart. "What do you feel?"
"Nervous."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Don't give me an emotional interpretation. Don't think about it. What do you feel?" He repeated, squeezing her hand in his, forcing her attention to where her hand was.
Her cheeks flushed. "I feel your heart."
"And?"
"It's beating fast."
He palmed her cheek. "'Cause I want my girlfriend so fucking bad she has my heart racing. What about this?"
Her breath stalled when Inuyasha released the back of her hand to run his tepid palm over her body. His thumb traced her bottom lip before he cupped her throat, the wet heat of his breath coating her face. His palm slid across her clavicle, down her sternum, squeezing a breast before he descended over her stomach. He paused over the swell of her A-line dress to meet her eye. His lips twitching into a half-smirk, Inuyasha pushed the fabric between her legs so he could cup her vulva around the satin skirt. The sudden caress of cool material against the heat of her wet flesh had Kagome gasping.
"Tonight is about physical sensations, Kagome," he murmured, his fingers clenching around her womanhood, evoking a breathy cry from her lips. "I'm gonna feed and fill your lust, darlin', and your body's gonna fuckin' thank me for it over and over."
Her breath caught in her throat, her heart clawing at her chest. Both of her hands clutched the forearm that held her. "Inuyasha, I—"
"Don't think about it," he instructed when she leaned into him. "Feel the way I'm touchin' you." She didn't know what felt hotter, her pussy or his palm. "Turn your brain off, Kagome, 'cause it has nothin' to do with this—" His fingers tightened around her vulva. The pleasurable sting of pain from fingertips digging into her labia had Kagome inhaling a loud breath. "You like that?" After she nodded, her lips tucking over her teeth, Inuyasha kissed her forehead, wrapping his other arm around her protectively. "Now, tell me again, what does your body feel?"
"I feel aroused," she replied, her timbre drifting into a husky alto. "My body feels hot."
"Where on your body?"
"My pussy."
"Your pussy feels hot?"
She nodded, teeth indenting her bottom lip.
"You want me?"
"Badly."
His one palm cupping her, Inuyasha used his other arm to guide her fingertips to his mouth, kissing the pads of her fingers before dragging her hand down his chest. He rotated her wrist so her fingers pointed downwards then slid her palm over the contoured muscles of his body until she reached the bulge in his pants. Her inhale stuttered when Inuyasha cupped her hand around his erection. Moisture seeped from her cleft when he wrapped her delicate fingers around his thick ridge and had her pumping him over his pants.
Now that Kagome was touching him, she never wanted to stop.
"What do you feel, Kagome?" If she wasn't palming the evidence of his arousal, Inuyasha's voice would've given away his desire. Her pussy wept with ridiculous amounts of aroused discharge from just the allure of his tone, the throaty and breathy hoarseness that was all sultry gravel and woodsmoke.
"You're so hard," she gasped under her breath, her forehead falling forward against his chin as she continued to stroke him.
"And what does that tell you?"
He had her squeeze his cock and Kagome couldn't believe how thick and wide he was. A delicious heat settled inside her with the awareness that Inuyasha was as wide as, if not slightly wider than, her wrist; the realization caught her off guard given all the times she'd found herself grinding against him. She didn't think her fingers would touch wrapped around him. That thought had her heart skyrocketing with an aroused panic.
Kagome blushed and met his gaze, feeling a rush of heat in the pulse between her legs from the gleam in his eye. "I can feel how much you want me."
"And?"
"I want you," she cried, leading with her chin to kiss his lips softly. "I want you so badly, Inuyasha." The last syllable of his name was a gasping exhale followed by a quick, curt inhale as he began grinding himself against the heel of her hand.
With the suave speed she'd come to know from him, Inuyasha removed his hand from between her legs, stepping towards her and caging her against his door. Her wrist ached from how ruthlessly he held her hand against his erection. "All of me is yours, Kagome," he whispered, leaning into his forearm against the door to tickle her lips with his. "You got nothin' to fear from me or us, understand? Tonight is only about pleasure, and I'm gonna bring you so much fuckin' pleasure you're gonna worship me for the rest of your goddamn life. Now, close your eyes."
"Inu—"
"I said—" He grabbed her ass roughly, making her squeak— "Close. Your. Eyes. Don't make me say it again."
She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. Kagome startled when his index finger curled beneath her jaw and his thumb pressed into the divot of her chin. The pressure of his grip almost hurt, but the hold had her erotically-besieged brain telling her slit to become even slicker, as all sorts of pleasure pinged through her body.
"Good girl," he whispered, his lips grazing hers. "Now, tell me, did you like me bein' rough with you just now?"
"Y-yes," she breathed in answer, her heart galloping.
"Does she want me to keep bein' rough?"
Kagome swallowed. "Yes."
"Mmm," he purred against her mouth, licking his tongue along the seam of her lips. "You do like it when I'm rough, 'cause your pussy smells so fuckin' wet and tasty right now. You want me to dominate you tonight, darlin'?" When she hummed a sound of affirmation, Inuyasha plunged his wet organ into Kagome's mouth, parting her lips in a silent order for her to suck him. When her lips tightened around his tongue with a wet slurp, stroking him with her own, Inuyasha rumbled a pleased growl in his chest. After a couple sucking draws on his tongue, Inuyasha pulled away. He nipped her bottom lip with a fang that had Kagome jumping, the tiniest bubble of red emerging on her inner lip and disappearing amongst her faded lipstick.
For fuck's sake, she definitely had a biting kink now because he just drew blood and she liked it. She wanted to open her mouth to tell him to bite her again, but Inuyasha spoke first.
"Was that too rough?"
She shook her head feverishly, which had Inuyasha chuckling as he murmured, "That's my good girl." In one long, brutal stroke of his tongue, Inuyasha licked up the column of her neck. "You liked it when I bit you," he whispered against her throat, making her gulp audibly. "I can tell from the way your heart is poundin' and how nice and moist you smell for me. You drippin' down your thighs yet, darlin'?"
Kagome nodded, licking her lips before mumbling a barely coherent, "Yes."
"You want me to take you inside and do somethin' about that?"
"Yes."
Inuyasha nipped her throat, making her gasp. "Yes what?"
"Yes, please."
"Yes, please...?" He dragged a fang up towards her ear, nibbling her lobe.
Kagome gasped then licked her lips. "Yes, please, Mr. Taisho."
"There's my good girl," he drawled. "Now, keep your eyes closed."
Kagome's breath hitched when he lifted her, shifting her body aside so he could grab her weekender bag and step around her. Standing sideways in front of his now open condo door, Kagome was momentarily stunned, her heart both a frantic drum in her chest and a wild, eager pulse between her legs. She startled when Inuyasha grabbed her hand to lead her inside.
"No peeking," he instructed, guiding her across the threshold of his condo.
"I won't," replied a voice that sounded far too breathy and feminine and huskily aroused to be her own. Oof, she was so aroused she almost felt a little high.
She heard the door close and lock behind her and Kagome stood with her hands in fists, her heart throbbing with expectation. For a brief moment, she didn't find herself lamenting her lack of sight because a floral fragrance stole her attention. Inuyasha's condo smelled like the dining room back in Nocturne Tower.
"Inuyasha," she gasped, "I smell flowers. I—Did you—?"
Kagome jumped when his broad chest brushed her back. A pleading gasp shot from her mouth when his arm wrapped around her, his large hand cupping her breast. His other palm flattened against her stomach, pinning her against him, his erection digging into her tailbone.
"What do you feel?" He breathed huskily in her ear as he squeezed her breast, continuing their game from outside. The seduction of his words, his voice, caused gooseflesh to rupture down her arms, hardening her nipples.
Inuyasha continued kneading her breast and it had Kagome moaning, the little nub of her erect nipple grating against his palm above the bodice of her dress. Her head collapsed against his shoulder when he began grinding his erection against her ass.
"Answer me, Kagome," he ordered, his teeth around her earlobe, the pressure of his hand on her stomach making the tension below her naval even worse.
It took a second for her voice to work. "Y-Your hands on my body."
"Where on your body?" He adjusted his hold on her breast so he cupped the underside of it, his fingers and thumb indenting her flesh with his strokes, his fingers meeting in the middle above her nipple. The hand on her stomach lowered until his palm covered her bellybutton, his fingertips teasingly near her pelvis.
"My stomach. M-my breast."
"How does that make you feel?" He briefly pinched her nipple—as much as the dress would allow—before his fingers separated to resume the flow of his caress.
"Hot." She swallowed. "Wet."
The hand on her stomach lifted, disappearing momentarily before he gathered her hair in his hand. She felt the flourish of his wrist as he twirled the mass of hair around his palm. Her hair his leash, he jerked her neck to the side, his lips immediately on her throat, eliciting a breathy gasp.
"Too hard?"
"No," she answered breathily, her pulse loud in her ears.
He yanked her hair, harder this time, until her head was reclined back fully, her neck exposed to him. Kagome groaned as he dragged his fangs across her jugular. "How about that? Too much?"
"No," she repeated, finding the sting of him pulling her hair erotic. Her scalp kind of burned but there was an electricity behind it like she being naughty, which made the pain less painful and more tasty. "I-I like it."
He rewarded her answer with a sucking, nibbling kiss to her neck that had her gasping an inhale. His words were a heat of moist breath in her ear. "You still want me to unravel for you, Kagome? To shed my restraint and give you all of me? Every hard inch? Every rough, raw, flawed and alpha scrap of me?"
"You, all of you, is all I've ever wanted," she muttered, gasping when his teeth scraped her neck again. "Come undone for me, Inuyasha. Fall apart with me."
Kagome's breath shot up and out from her lungs when Inuyasha entwined their bodies, his mouth ravenously on hers as he thrust them up against the wall, his hand behind her head to cushion the blow. She was rushed breath and pounding heart when she finally opened her eyes, breathless beneath the intensity and vigor of his promising, hungry stare. His tongue a driving force between her lips, the hand that clutched her waist detached from her body to hook behind her knee, steering her leg to wrap around his hip. The action exposed her moist centre to the open air and Inuyasha began grinding himself against her where she so keenly ached for him. Kagome could only gasp as Inuyasha growled low in his throat, dragging his hand up the smoothness of her thigh to dig his fingertips into her bare ass as he compressed and massaged her flesh. Kagome moaned loudly, which only encouraged him further.
"Fuck, you have such a sweet, little ass," he growled into her neck, his fingers a devoted, rigid rhythm on her buttocks. He hummed a pleased moan in his throat at feeling her wetness soak the fly of his pants. "Shit, you're wet," he gasped through a chuckle. "That's so fuckin' hot, Kagome."
"Inuyasha," she cried beneath the assault of his tongue and teeth on her neck. "Please."
"Please what, darlin'?"
"I need you."
"Yeah?"
She nodded, licking her lips, her voice becoming breathier, higher pitched as she answered in the affirmative. "I'm so wet for you," she cried. "Please, Inuyasha. It—it hurts." Her next words were breathier. "Make it stop." Her next words were an erotic, feminine purr. "Make it better. Make me feel better, sweetheart. Please."
His fingers dimpled her buttocks, using her ass as leverage to drive his cock against her, smiling into her neck as she moaned. Inuyasha inhaled her scent deeply into his lungs, wanting to immortalize her aroused musk in his nostrils. "Where does it hurt, baby? Where do you need me?"
"Here," she answered, grabbing the hand that held her breast to move it lower.
When their joined hands brushed the hem of her dress, Inuyasha chuckled a breathy, wicked little sound. "You want me to touch you, Kagome?"
"So badly. Please."
"Can you do somethin' for me, darlin'?"
"Anything," she keened.
"Don't move."
His kiss was brief and the fervour with which his lips detached from her had Kagome's eyes snapping open, catching the faintest glimpse of Inuyasha disappearing down the hallway. She was so horny, so aroused, so obscenely devoured by her lust, she couldn't consider moving if she tried. Breathing steadily was enough of an onerous task for right now. One minute, two tops, passed her by before Inuyasha returned in a whirlwind of rapid movements and eager hands. His fingers caressed her breasts as he pushed her shoulders into the wall. Kagome gasped when he dragged his teeth over the point of her shoulder. Her leg was back around his hip, his right hand squeezing her thigh, her hip, her ass.
"You still achin' for me, Kagome?" He poked and plucked at her nipple that stood erect against her dress bodice and Kagome groaned, her head hitting the wall as her eyelashes fluttered.
"Smell me, Inuyasha. What do you think?"
He grinned, nipping her chin, kissing up her jaw. "Does it still hurt? Does she need me to do somethin' about it?"
"Oh god, yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, please, Mr. Taisho."
"Mmm," he chuckled, leaving a particularly wet, sucking kiss to the side of her neck that would very likely leave a mark, "look at my girl, the quick learner."
Inuyasha unhooked her leg from his hip. Just as her toes made contact with the floor, he spread her legs apart using his foot. His eyes never leaving her face, keen to absorb every minute reaction of her pleasure, Inuyasha's right hand scooped beneath the skirt of her dress to cup her bare, wet vulva.
"Holy fuck," Kagome hissed at the same time Inuyasha groaned a guttural, almost inaudible "Jesus fucking Christ!"
Inuyasha kissed her deeply as his index and middle finger parted her slickness, her labia making an audible squoosh as her lips separated, his thumb pressing down on her hardened, moist clit.
"Fuck, Inuyasha," Kagome cried, her hips arching against him.
"Is this okay?"
"Oh god," she groaned, melting into his body as his thumb began to circle her swollen nub. "So okay. More than okay."
He groaned a contented hum in his chest, pausing his attention to her clit to run a finger through the silkiness of her soaking slit. "Good. 'Cause I've been goin' fucking crazy not taking advantage of the fact my girlfriend wasn't wearin' panties all night."
His thumb returned to her clit, not so much circling or caressing but pressing on it from all sides, assessing which side, which spot, made her hips jerk, had her breath catching, had her arching her back, left her panting or swearing. Apparently the northwest side of her clitoris, right at the clitoral hood, seemed to make her legs quiver, her body shudder, her pussy even wetter, consistently—who knew?
"You are. So. Fucking. Wet," he moaned, circling his thumb in tight motions against that very specific spot on her pleasure button.
Kagome moaned a breath that had Inuyasha's cock lunging against her stomach. "Oh god, I know."
"You like that?" He breathed into her ear, her skin dimpling from the heat of his breath on her neck.
"So much," she cried. Her hands frantically sought purchase on his shoulders, his chest, his biceps. His attention to her clit felt so good she didn't know what to do with her hands.
When Inuyasha cupped her pussy, squeezing her vulva like he had above her dress, in the hall, Kagome cried out a loud, keening, highly pornographic sound that had Inuyasha chuckling. "Sensitive is she?"
"Inuyasha," she responded with an edge of frustration in her tone, her hips cantilevering towards him like she needed more than just his palm against her.
His mouth was on hers, drawing moans and gasps as his tongue explored, petted, lapped its way around her mouth. It wasn't very long until arousal leaked from Kagome's slick centre into Inuyasha's palm.
"Holy fuck, Kagome, you are literally dripping for me."
Her face engulfed in a blush that was ninety percent arousal, ten percent embarrassment as she watched Inuyasha remove his hand from her vulva to lick her juices from his palm. The sight of that wicked, powerful organ had Kagome's labia becoming even slicker, arousal dripping to her knees. Her brain had no issues recalling to mind the feel of that tongue on parts of her body when he marked her yesterday, when that stout organ was flicking her clit to the point of orgasm.
With a throaty growl, Inuyasha wasted no time spreading Kagome's legs wider with his thigh to thumb her clit again, swirling the pad of his thumb around the swollen bud with more pressure on that particular spot that had Kagome's inhale hiccupping.
She could only imagine how lewd she must look, standing with her feet wider than her hips, Inuyasha's forearm disappearing beneath her dress. Her body was sloped with her head and neck against the wall, her mouth open and eyes closed, her palms on his chest.
When Kagome felt the pad of Inuyasha's index finger against her slick entrance, she jumped. "Inuyasha! Y-your claws! You—"
He chuckled, listening to her heartbeat kick in an extra little buh-tump with panic. "I filed them down for you, see?" Kagome withheld a moan when he circled her opening with the very tip of his finger. There was obviously no point, no claw, no sharpness at all, just the smooth curve of a finger.
Is that where he disappeared to? To file his nails down so he could finger me?
She didn't know whether to laugh with appreciation or laugh with embarrassment. Either way, she felt her shoulders begin to shudder with quiet laughter, since that was how her body seemed to handle overwhelming sensations.
"That was—" She paused to gasp as Inuyasha spread her discharge up and down her cleft with his finger, her glutes clenching automatically when his fingertip slid across her anus— "thoughtful."
He grinned into her neck. "I'd say it was more selfish, 'cause now I get to do this." There was no other way Kagome could describe what he did other than he teased her hole. The pad of his finger would barely dip inside, plugging her for a moment, before he would move on to tickle her entrance with a flick of his finger, swirl the moisture of her arousal around her opening, which just drew more wetness from her core, only for the pad of his finger to plug her up again. Over and over. Inuyasha paused three times to suck her arousal from his fingers. "I'm fuckin' dying over how wet you get for me, Kagome."
The next time Inuyasha's pad covered her slick entrance, Kagome keened a shrill, pleading noise, cuffing his shirt to tug his lips to hers. She lost herself in his mouth as his finger began tapping at her opening, like one would tap a finger impatiently on a table. The motion drew more arousal from her entrance that Inuyasha played with between his fingers, growling a curse at the allure of creamy strands stretched between his fingers. Kagome cried out into Inuyasha's mouth when he slipped his finger inside her, up to his cuticle. She couldn't handle how obscene a noise her pussy made when Inuyasha's finger plunged inside—a wet squish like her body was desperate to slurp him deeper inside her.
"Holy fuck, you're tight," Inuyasha groaned, pulsing that inch of his finger in and out of her.
Kagome moaned a gasping, begging sound. It became obvious quite quickly that only having a little of him inside her was worse than having nothing at all. Her fingers knotted in his shirt. "Inuyasha, please! Oh god, please!"
"Beggin' me already? But we haven't even gotten started tonight, Kagome."
"Inuyasha, I need you to make me come. Please! Stop toying with me and just—"
When he sunk his index finger slowly inside her up to his second knuckle, Kagome's hips jerked in response, like her body was trying to lure more of his finger inside her wet heat.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Mmhmm," Kagome groaned, her lips tight, her head nodding. "More. Please, Inuyasha. I need—"
"Impatient girl," Inuyasha cooed into her neck, breathing deeply until his chest expanded with a lungful of her arousal. He pulsed his finger in and out of her slowly, only ever going as far as the second knuckle, always exiting her fully so he could appreciate the wet sound of her pussy slurping him back in. "Fuck me," he hissed, when his finger slid back in with less resistance, her body slowly opening up for him, "we gotta make space for me in that tight, wet pussy, Kagome."
"Uh-huh," she answered, nodding her head mindlessly, her hands closing around his shoulders, her fingernails scratching the material of his shirt with a grating scrape.
Inuyasha slipped his finger out of her, raising the glistening digit between them to insert it between her lips. Kagome sucked his finger into her mouth, moaning around the invasion, feeling his fingertip tickle the back of her throat. He removed himself from her mouth before she started to gag.
"You like tasting yourself, Kagome?" He took a step closer to her, forcing her to retreat fully against the wall. "You like knowin' that it's this taste of you that I'm fuckin' obsessed with?"
"Touch me, please," she gasped, her hands struggling to maintain purchase on the breadth of his traps, shoulders, and biceps. "I'm aching for you, Inuyasha, please!"
"Suck it," he commanded, sliding his index finger back between her lips. Kagome groaned as she wrapped her lips around his finger, moistening the digit with her tongue, soaking it in her saliva as he pulsed his finger between her lips. When he abruptly ripped the digit out of her lips, a long string of spit spilled over her chin. Kagome cried out a vulgar, bawdy moan when he sheathed his finger fully inside her tight channel with one deliberate, fluid plunge.
"Fuck yes!" Inuyasha hissed, watching Kagome's head fall back, her mouth open in an expression of pure pleasure. He groaned, swirling his index finger around inside her, testing the limits of how far he could stretch her with the one digit. Inuyasha palmed his erection with his other hand at feeling how little space the fleshy, moist heat of her channel gave him to maneuver. "You are so fucking tight, Kagome."
He bent his finger as he extracted it, slipping it back inside until there was no trace of his finger outside of her body. Kagome cried out a pleading, desperate little wail as he curled his finger inside her. Inuyasha grinned, feeling what he thought was the moist sumptuousness of her erogenous zone along the frontal wall of her channel. Then, a sudden heat like an urgent, blazing coil ruptured in Kagome's abdomen, the twisting churn of intense, heavy pleasure making her body flinch, her hips jerk. Inuyasha flicked his fingers, pressing hard on that spot that had Kagome's pelvis twitching and thrashing against him.
"H-holy fuck, Inuyasha!"
"Mmm, there it is," he growled, a pleased, predatory grin on his face as Kagome melted into his palm.
She couldn't understand how he could hook his finger inside her like that, like he was gesturing for her orgasm to come hither. Kagome's eyes fluttered closed when his other fingers brushed back and forth over her wetted perineum and tight rosebud. She saw stars when his thumb pressed her clit. He was no longer entering and exiting her channel in a long, fluid stroke, but jerking his curled finger in quick, rugged motions that had Kagome's eyes rolling into the back of her head, that burning coil swirling up her spine.
"Your pussy's the perfect size, Kagome," Inuyasha grunted, his eyes watching her breasts bounce from the impact of fingering her G-spot. "I'm only a little sad I don't have you laying down so I can look at how perfectly your juicy little cunt fits in my hand." When Kagome cried out, her palm groping the wall behind her head, Inuyasha rumbled a laugh. "You like that?"
"Fuck, Inuyasha, this is...fuck!"
He chuckled, increasing the pressure and speed of his finger inside her. With how tight she was, Inuyasha didn't want to go too fast, too soon. He knew he had to ease her into it. "Jesus, you're drippin' down my wrist—you're so wet." He couldn't hold back a pleased laugh when Kagome gripped his forearm, encouraging him to go faster, harder. "You want more?" When she nodded, he chuckled. "How's this for ya, darlin'?" Inuyasha curled his finger even more, the intensity of his energized thrusts causing his entire arm, up to his shoulder, to shake. Just when he was about to ask Kagome if that new pressure, the new intensity was okay, she released a sound of such pornographic quality—the likes of which he'd never heard from her before. He grinned a sly, proudful smirk as her palm slammed against his chest like she was frantic to hang on.
Kagome had never felt like this before. She wanted to describe the sensation like catching on fire, but really it was more like the moment before the spark, the instant before ignition. She felt tight and hot and uncomfortable in a way that wasn't uncomfortable-uncomfortable. She felt full while still being filled up, like a container that was being forced to hold more than it had capacity for.
"Mmm, feel that, Kagome?" Inuyasha cooed when he felt her channel tighten around him. "I think your pussy's gettin' ready to come for me. Think you can handle a second finger?"
When Kagome nodded—since words were really hard for her right now—Inuyasha was swift in removing his index finger, sliding his index and middle finger up and down along her slit before feeling for her opening to sink both digits inside. He made it up to the second knuckle before Kagome began moaning about the pressure, saying it was too tight. His fingers stalled.
"Does it hurt?"
"No," she answered, shaking her head, her chest heaving with aroused, heavy breaths. "It's just—it's really intense, Inuyasha."
He grinned, rotating his fingers, adding a slight bend to the tips as he continued sliding them inside her, feeling her walls yield to him. Kagome's moaning was obscenely delicious and had Inuyasha so hard his balls hurt. "Relax, darlin'. I know you can take it," he breathed into Kagome's forehead. To the soundtrack of Kagome's moans and cries of pleasures, Inuyasha pulsed those barely bent fingers in and out of her in quick succession. On every third insertion, he sunk his fingers a little bit further inside her tightness until his hand bottomed out and every thrust of his fingers had the bone of his hand slapping against the slick moisture of Kagome's labia.
"There's a good girl," Inuyasha purred, curling his fingers inside her until he felt that soft, plushy heat of her G-spot that had Kagome's hips quaking around his fingers. "Oh, yeah, baby," he chuckled, loving the way Kagome slithered and twitched in response to the pleasure. "You're so fuckin' hot, Kagome."
Kagome could barely stand the searing, deep, and electrifyingly tasty sensation that kept twisting that tight coil inside her, that threatened to snap with mind-blowing pleasure. It wasn't long until Inuyasha's shoulder was juddering, Kagome's body shaking, her breasts bouncing, from the ruthless drilling of his fingers inside her.
All kinds of wet and lewd sounds surrounded the passion of Kagome's gasping cries, the bang of her head against the wall when her body jerked a bit too suddenly in response to the spark of pleasure licking up her spine. "Fuuuuck, Inuyasha, I—That feels so, so good!" Her keening cry had him chuckling that low, erotic rumble that sizzled from his throat and dissipated in his chest.
"You wanna come for me, Kagome? Jesus Christ, I can't get over how tight you are. You're gonna squeeze my cock so hard I dunno how long I'm gonna last."
"Please!" She cried against his lips, her mind barely functioning enough to be able to kiss him. "Inu-Inuyash—fuck, oh my god, Inuyasha! I don't think—"
"Hold on, darlin', I'm gonna adjust us to make this so much better for you."
She was beside herself with pleasure that she barely registered the change in their positions. Inuyasha shifted himself so his back was against the wall, her ass cradled against his hips, his rock hard erection aligned between her buttocks. He spread her legs wide to re-enter her, his arm circling around her waist, harbouring the skirt of her dress in the crook of his elbow. His middle and ring finger slid inside her with a slick, wet sound that had them both groaning. Inuyasha kicked her right foot out to spread her legs even wider.
He started by pumping his fingers inside her slowly, getting her used to this new angle, tailoring the curve of his fingers until she was twitching around him, her G-spot relocated. "How is it?" He breathed into her neck.
"So fucking good," she gasped, her head on his shoulder, her face pressed into his throat.
"You want more?"
"Yes!" She cried. "Give it to me, Inuyasha."
"Fuck yes." He kissed her neck. "If it gets too rough, you let me know."
"I like it rough," she answered, sucking his neck, biting down on a mound of his skin that she drew into her mouth, hoping she left a mark. "Make me come, Inuyasha," she moaned.
"Fuck yes, Kagome. You asked for it," he growled before claiming her mouth in a hungry, devastating kiss. His wrist and hand curled up into her as his fingers thrusted frantically inside her, shaking her body, his by their connection. The way he fingered her was borderline violent—so fast, so hard, so consistently intense and focused so the grinding pressure caressed that spot every time. The burning hot coil inside her was going to snap and Kagome could barely stand it.
Inuyasha arched her forward, his chest pressed into her back as he leaned them over, their bodies shuddering from how ruthlessly he fingered her. When Inuyasha wrapped his other hand around her waist, his index and middle finger circling her clit, Kagome screamed. His fingers were so thorough in their barrage against her clit, he was practically a vibrator. He was more aggressively thorough than some of her sex toys. Between the motions of his two hands, Kagome's body was shaking violently, her nails digging into Inuyasha's forearms.
"Fuck," she gasped, her voice barely working, her eyes clenched tight. "It's too sensitive, Inuyasha!"
"You can take it," he compelled, not sounding out of breath but sounding like he was working for her orgasm.
"Fuck! Inuyasha, please! It's—"
"Take it, Kagome!" His fingers were a bruising pressure on her clit, on that perfect spot that lit the spark and had a frenzied flurry of sweet, hot pleasure whipping up her body. As she approached her climax, the sensation was like a balloon that was so full it could pop—almost a little like she was fighting the urge to pee. The sound her pussy made as he fucked her with his thick fingers was positively indecent. Wet, slurping, squishing, oozing. Her thighs were damp and slick, a dribble of arousal tickling the inside of her thigh, almost to her knee. Kagome truly didn't think she'd ever been this wet before.
She'd never felt a sensation like this before.
"Fuck yeah—just like that, Kagome. That's my good girl."
"I-Inu—"she screamed a sound that was like she tried not to scream at all, like the uselessness of trying to submerge an inflatable beneath water. "Inuyasha, I—Fuck, I'm—"
"Come, Kagome," he growled.
Her eyes hurt from how tightly she squeezed them. She felt like she could barely breath. There was only this tight, borderline painful coil that had her wanting to explode. "Inu—"
God, she had to look indecent. She clawed at his body, pushing into him from the pressure of her pleasure like it was so good she needed to escape from it. She simultaneously hung off of him like she'd plummet to the floor if he let go, but he had her securely held against, his arms a frenzy of plunging, penetrating, and vibrating movements from the elbow down that ricocheted through their bodies. His hands shuddered from how masterfully he had her pussy submissive for him, from how adeptly he had that spring about to snap.
"Fuck, that's it," he purred into her ear, sucking her earlobe between his teeth. "That pussy's gettin' nice and tight, Kagome."
"Holy shit, Inuyasha," she wailed, "I can't! It's too sensitive!"
"Come for me, baby, just let it happen."
"Inuyasha, it's too—" She couldn't finish that thought because that coil just gave an additional tweak when she didn't think it was possible for any more pleasure to build. She needed release, there was too much pressure. She was going to blow. She was going to explode and die from how intensely good this felt.
"You can do it, baby," he grunted.
"I can't! It's—" She hissed back a breath, a crying, delirious sound— "Inu—"
"I said come!"
Kagome didn't know what happened, but if a seizure and an explosion had a lovechild, the offspring was Kagome's orgasm. Her climax was huge on galactic proportions. It was an intense, bursting release of pressure like the snap of an elastic band. She collapsed into a shuddering, climaxing husk against Inuyasha, whimpering a scream as she came. She came so hard it almost hurt. A burst of liquid hit her thigh, dripping down her knees, Inuyasha's fingers flailing inside her, flapping wildly like he needed to keep her orgasm going, keep her coming for him.
"Oh, fuck yes!" he hissed into her neck, his shoulder and arms starting to slow as Kagome gasped and begged to be released, her hands frantically swiping at his hands on her, in her. Her palms pushed against his arms, trying to free herself from the intense shocks and aftershocks of her orgasm. Her hips bounced against his like she desperately needed to get away from the pleasurable pressure of his fingers wrenching and pushing up inside her. Her core throbbed around his fingers, and every movement of those digits had her hissing, gasping, crying out.
Inuyasha was chuckling, kissing her face, head, and neck, chanting various words of praise and amazement as he kissed her.
"Fuck, that was delicious," he purred into her neck, biting her chin when her shuddering pussy finally was capable of releasing his fingers. When he uncurled and slipped out of her, the pressure of him leaving her with a sucking sound had Kagome falling forward, Inuyasha deftly catching her around the middle. He spun her so she sunk into his chest, her forehead on his neck, his arms holding her snugly against him.
"H-holy fuck, Inuyasha...I...I can't even—How do I words again?"
He laughed the merriest of guffawing outbursts as he showered her with kisses. "Have I told you you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen? Fuck, Kagome, I really lo—" He stopped to clear his throat, his face red. "I really liked watchin' you come on my fingers. So fuckin' hot." He swallowed audibly, seemingly flustered but Kagome was too wrapped up in the aftershocks of her orgasm to notice. "H-How was it?"
Her face was flushed and she blew out a breath and pushed her bangs from her sweaty forehead, trying to ignore the dripping trickles between her legs. "I...I think I need to sit down," she giggled breathily. "That was...a little intense."
"Your first time squirting? I'd think so."
Her aroused, glazed eyes that seemed like they had a hard time focusing turned up at him. Inuyasha loved the mottled blush that left her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed from the intensity of her orgasm.
"You...made me—Did I really—?"
"You did." He beamed, his face the definition of masculine ego and pride. "All over my hands, my pants, I think your dress, probably the floor. It was the hottest fuckin' thing ever, Kagome. I can't even begin to tell you..."
She stared up at him. Words really were hard right now. "I-I thought you said we weren't going to—? In the library you said—"
Inuyasha nuzzled her forehead, kissing her. Gosh, he couldn't seem able to stop kissing her right now. "I wasn't expectin' it to be so...easy." He laughed like he couldn't believe it. "It can take work to get a woman to squirt and not every woman can, so it can take some time and comfort and familiarity to see if it can happen. I honestly just thought I'd finger you, Kagome, but, fuck! Then you were so wet, and your G-spot was right there for me and you were—That was—" His words disappeared as he seemed to lose himself in his revelry.
Kagome bit her lip when she felt the hardness of his tight bulge against the hollow of her hip and stomach. Geez, that could not be comfortable!
She blushed despite the stupid smile curling from her lips. After an orgasm that insane? She'll be smiling all weekend. "You calling me easy, Inuyasha?"
He laughed and kissed her. "The fact that I could have you squirting on my first try? When you didn't even know if you could? Fuck, Kagome," he sputtered, his face alight with a happiness she'd never seen, "it's like your body was designed for me to bring you pleasure. That was the sexiest fuckin' thing I've ever experienced and you are forbidden from feelin' bad about it, understand?"
Kagome huffed a laugh, her palms stroking vertical motions on his chest. "I don't feel bad, Inuyasha." She blew out a loaded breath that had them both chuckling. "Damn, I've never had an orgasm that intense before. I couldn't feel bad about it if I tried. It's just—" She stopped to smile up at him, feeling all kinds of giddy at seeing the goofy smile of pure, unfiltered happiness on his face— "Oh my god, I don't even know. My brain isn't working yet."
He chuckled, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It took Kagome a second to realize Inuyasha was carrying her bridal style down the hall towards his bedroom.
She kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Inuyasha, that was—" She blew out another breath and Inuyasha guffawed resonantly. It echoed down the hallway and had Kagome beaming up at him.
"It was good?"
"Amazing," she substituted, laughing. "That was just amazing."
"And that was only two of my fingers, Kagome! Just you wait 'til you get a taste of my cock," he boasted, prompting her to smack him in the chest. He chuckled, sticking an elbow in the opening of his bedroom door to push it open. "But, do me a favour, will ya? Turn the lights on."
When Kagome's fingers found the switch and the lights came on with a click, Kagome's smile ignited across every pore of her body to see Inuyasha's bedroom decked out with even more of her favourite flowers.
She squealed with delight. "You're too much!" She gasped, looking around the room, not feeling the least bit ridiculous for the fact she was still in his arms, her arms around his neck. "Inuyasha! This is just—You are so—"
"Is it too much?"
"No," she answered, restrained tears in her voice as she took in the arrangements around the space, the roses covering the bed. "It's not too much, Inuyasha." She kissed him, her palm on his cheek, smiling into his eyes, wondering how she ever got so lucky to land such a perfect guy. "It's perfect. You're perfect. Tonight is perfect."
As Inuyasha carried her into the bedroom, her body starting to feel more normal after that intense orgasm where she apparently squirted—since that's a thing she does now?—Kagome couldn't help but wonder how she could find a way to even the score with Inuyasha. After all, he'd now given her two orgasms and she'd yet to give him one.
She was going to rectify that, and immediately.