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Do you love me?	By : Lisachan Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 3406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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sure she felt comfortable, even though he felt like dying from a heart bleeding
to death. Her happiness was his.
�Now,
shall I start?�
�Start?
But� Yahiko, what are you going to do?� She watched him as he straightened and
went standing a few feet away from her. Looking around for something but
seemingly not finding it, he shrugged.
�I�m
sorry, I have no music. Should�ve brought my stereo.� He smirked at the
quizzical look she was giving him. Playing a sultry tune in his head, his hips
gently started swaying to the imaginary music, his hands roaming down. He
gasped as they brushed past his sensitive nipples. After a slow decent, they
came to rest at the waistband of the black pants. �Want me to take them off, bamebame?�
Tsubame
nodded eagerly, her eyes glued to the pants.
He
went standing right in front of her, her face level with groigroin. �Why don�t
you do it for me?�
Tsubame�s
hands shot to the button of his pants, enthusiastically undoing it. As she was
about to pull down the zipper, she changed her mind. She moved her head closer
to his groin, grinning at the glare of pure lust Yahiko threw her. Her tongue
played with the little metal tag before she grabbed it with her teeth and
slowly dragged it down.
�Tsubame,�
Yahiko hissed, letting his head loll back. It was obvious that he, nor she was
in control. They were driving each other mad in turns.
Tsubame
chuckled. Through the now parted fabric of the pants, she could see black silk.
Black silk boxers.
Smirking,
Yahiko turned around and bent over, pulling the pants slowly over his firm
buttocks and down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and faced his Tsubame
again, laughing at the look on her face.
Dear
God, Jesus and Mary, it were no boxers. It was a black thong! He looked
absolutely breathtaking in it.
�Like
what you see, miss?� Yahiko teased.
Wordlessly,
Tsubame nodded her approval.
�Would
you like to see more?�
Another
nod. And a swallow.
�I would like to dance a bit more first.� He again started swaying,
ghosting his hands over his tanned skin, his one thumb hooking behind the
elastic of his thong and making it snap. He moaned at the light sting it caused
to his hipbone. Raising his left hand, he bit in the cuff and tore it off with
his teeth, repeating the procedure with his right hand and throwing the little
pieces of white fabric to Tsubame. He started humming the tune in his head
aloud and moved in a half circle so that his back was facing the bed. Both
hands glided down to the cheeks of his butt, sliding in under the thong and
taking the tiny scrap of silk along as he went further. To Tsubame�s
disappointment, he moved his hands up again, only granting her a peek of what
was hidden underneath. Still humming, he sauntered to the side, where he had
hid a tray. A tray with pieces of strawberry and champagne. He took both of the
glasses and offered one to a breathless Tsubame.
�To us,� he said, chinking their glasses together.
�Where did you get all this?� Tsubame asked, finding she was still able
to speak after all.
�Kaoru was kind enough to get it for me.� Raising his glass, he took a
large gulp of it, some of the expensive beverage dribbling on his chest. Not at
all disturbed, he looked down. �I seemed to have spilled a bit,� he said,
kneeling down in front of Tsubame. �Can you take care of that for me?�
Tsubame was quick to comply. She eagerly licked the champagne off his
chest, trailing her mouth down to his nipple and sucking softly.
�Ah,� Yahiko moaned silently. Tangling his hand in Tsubame hair, he
gently pulled her head away again. �Not yet, my love. I still have more up my
sleeve.�
Tsubame reluctantly let go and went sitting back again, ready to see
more of this erodispdisplay.
Yahiko straightened, Tsubame�s hand idly brushing against the prominent
bulge tenting the thong as he did so. He couldn�t stifle another moan, a louder
one this time.
�Say Yahiko, don�t you think it�s about time you took that off?� she
chuckled. Not waiting for an answer, she gently tugged the little thong down
over his hips, peeling it over his erection and dragging it all the way down. A
happy hard one greeted her when she looked up again. Just too enticing not to
give it a teasing flick with the tongue. She smiled at the reaction it caused.
�Oh, Tsubame!� Yahiko groaned, bucking his hips up to fleefleeting
touch.
�Want me to do that again, Yahiko?�
�Ohh� Please��
�Uh-uh,�
she said, shaking her head and reclining on the bed. �You had more up your
sleeve. You said so yourself. Now, let�s see what else you�re planning on
doing, mister.�
With
a slight growl of frustration, Yahiko took a step back and prowled back to the
little tray. He took a piece of the strawberries and popped it in his mouth,
smiling in delight as he rolled the sweet taste around on his tongue. �Mmm�
tasty,� he purred. He took another piece of the sugary fruit and gesture to Tsubame.
�Want some?� Seeing Tsubame nod, he took the silvery plate and went sitting on
the bed. Sinking his teeth in a red piece of strawberry, he transferred it to
her mouth, sharing it with his girlfriend in a sweet kiss.
�It�s
good,� Tsubame murmured.
�I
know something better.�
�You
do?�
�Uhu.�
�What
is it?�
�Take
off your robe.�
Tsubame
did so without question, exposing her naked body to her boyfriend. She
shuddered at the hungry look that snaked into Yahiko�s eyes.
�Now,
spread your legs,� Yahiko ordered, his voice thick with desire.
Again,
Tsubame willingly complied. Her eyes locked onto the ruby piece of fruit Yahiko
plucked from the bowl and followed it as it circled her right breast and then
made a slow descent down her belly. She gasped as the coldness started
caressing between her legs and ran further down to her heated and wet entrance.
Yahiko
dipped the peace of strawberry in the moistness he found there between the
little lips as if it was hot, melted chocolate. Sucking the fruit inside his
mouth, he smiled at the pleasant taste his taste buds were treated to. �Now,
*that�s* what I call yummi,� he smirked, licking his lips.
Tsubame
moaned as her entrance was touched. Through lidded eyes, she watched Yahiko
eagerly devouring the strawberry, covered in her essence, then licking his
lips. The mere sight was enough to make her even more moist.
�Wanna
have a taste too?�
The
rumble in Yahiko�s voice made her shiver. �No,� she said, her mouth crooking in
a grin.
Yahiko
frowned. �No?� he asked surprised.
Tsubame
shook her head and reached for a piece of strawberry herself. �I�d rather taste
something else.�
Yahiko
swallowed hard as he saw Tsubame�s hand with the red fruit in it going down,
moaning as the chilly treat came into contact with the burning tip of his cock.
He felt her following the tiny slit, down and back up. Then she rapidly popped
it into her mouth.
�Now,
that�s what *I* call yummi,� she grinned.
Yahiko�s
cock twitched at the challenging fa�ade she put up. Barely giving her the time
to swallow, he lunged for her and pressed his lips on hers, pushing his tongue
past them and playing with the counterpart he found there. He kissed her until
they had to break for air, or so he had to. Tsubame just continued along his
jaw and neck, until her teeth latched on the black bowtie he was still wearing.
Glancing up through already sweaty bangs, she ripped it off with her teeth, the
little hooks it was fastened with giving in to her forceful tug.
Yahiko
moaned at the brief restraining feel he got around his neck when she ripped it
off. It had hurt, but only a little.
�Having
trouble, love?� Tsubame asked, not bothering to look up from his smooth neck.
�No,�
Yahiko breathed. Not like he was gonna admit it.
�Good.�
As she let her lips go lower, she gradually pushed him further down to the
mattress. She paused at a nipple to tease it and smiled as he arched his back.
�Feels
good, Yahiko?� she asked softly.
Yahiko
could only nod, his vocal skills having deserted him for the moment.
Smiling
wickedly, she advanced over hard muscles to his navel, poking her tongue
repeatedly in and back out. Taking her glass, she drizzled some of the
champagne in it and caught the drips running down the side with her tongue.
Yahiko
watched every move of Tsubame�s tongue, the pink, slick muscle darting out to
taste the sparkling fluid. He gasped as one of the drops escaped and somehow
knew to find its way down to his groin.
�Oops,
that one got away,� Tsubame said with a cocky hand to her mouth. �Better lick
it off, right?�
Yahiko
just swallowed again and nodded almost mechanically. His voice made a
miraculous return under the form of moans and whimpers and the like as Tsubame
leisurely dragged her tongue around the base of his proudly erect cock,
savouring the taste of the champagne mingled with the taste of his skin. She
licked up the underside and teased the head with her tongue, tasting and loving
the pre cum pearling there at the top.
�Uggn,
Tsubame,� Yahiko moaned, thrusting his hips up. Reaching down, he softly pulled
at one of her arms. �Come here, I wanna kiss you.�
Tsubame
graciously slithered up and lowered her lips on his, letting him taste himself.
Their tongues battled for supremacy for a while, neither of them winning the
duel, then they broke apart again, leaning their foreheads to each other.
�Yahiko, I don�t want to leave you,� Tsubame said softly, not able to stop time
for tonight and throw any thoughts of tomorrow out of her head.
In
spite of the gnawing pain in his own stomach, Yahiko gave a little chuckle.
�Tsubame, you act like we will never see each other again after tomorrow,� he
smiled. �But that�s not true.�
�It�s
not?�
�Of
course not. I will be married, that�s a fact, but that won�t change a thing
about how I feel for you. I will never stop loving you, you hear me, Tsubame
Sanj�,� he said, gently tapping her nose with his index finger at those last
words.
Tsubame
smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. �Thank you, Yahiko. I will never
stop loving you either,� she sighed happily. �But then you have to promise me
one thing.�
�What?�
�You
have to skip the wedding night with Rikai.�
Holy crap, the wedding night! Yahiko cursed
inwardly. His eyes widened and he felt himself reddening to the roots of his
hair. That, he hadn�t thought of yet.
He
pulled loose from the embrace and grabbed Tsubame�s shoulders, in all honesty
not knowing what to say. He could see the logic in it, though. Tradition wants
that, when you get married, you dive into bed and get down and dirty. Well,
maybe not that, but at least there would be� contact.
�Yahiko?�
Tsubame�s voice pulled him from his concoctions.
He
blinked. Focus, Yahiko. �Eh� yeah. Yeah, of course I promise you thahe
he
stuttered clumsily, somehow managing to sound convincing, pasting on a smile.
�That would only be normal, right? I mean, I don�t love her. I love you.� He
smiled as he saw her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile, making her
look like the cute little thing she was, or at least could make everyone
believe she was. �And now, if you don�t mind, I want to make love to you.� His
voice had gone back to the low baritone and his mouth took hers in a
soul-shattering kiss.
Tsubame
trembled with anticipation as she felt Yahiko�s fingers creeping down her
torso, moaning into the kiss. They were quick to find the familiar nub down
there that was only his to torture. He rolled his fingers over it, Tsubame
breaking the kiss to cry out in pleasure. Going further down, he covered his
fingertips with her essence and went back up, making her clit even more
sensitive. Tsubame�s hands spasmed on his back, her fingers digging into the
flesh.
Yahiko
pushed Tsubame down on the bed, finally tired of the mister gentleman mode he�d
been in up till now and growing more aggressive. Tsubame willingly spread her
legs for him, giving him free choice of what he would do next. Yahiko�s eyes
grew hungry at the feast that was laid out for him. He lowered his head and
continued the teasing of her pleasure centre with his tongue, massaging it and
softly biting. He grinned at the wail of ecstasy that tore from her mouth. His
lips were soon drawn to the warm well down below and he eagerly drank her taste
to always remember.
Tsubame
gripped the pillow above her head as her mind was spinning with pleasure.
Through a haze of delight, she heard herself screaming. Pleading. Begging.
�Yahiko,
please! I want to feel you� need you� inside!� she cried, rocking her hips up
into the touch of his tongue.
Yahiko
lifted his head, licking his lips like a satisfied cat after its meal, and
stalked over her. �What was that, my love?� he murmured.
�Please
Yahiko. Make love to me,� Tsubame panted. �Prove me that I�m the only one for
you.�
�Oh,
words alone aren�t enough?� Yahiko teased, arching an eyebrow.<
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Tsubame
shook her head. �I�m afraid not.�
�Guess
I�m gonna have to use other mediums then,� he breathed huskily. He spread her
legs a bit more and entered her with a fluent thrust, gasping as the soft walls
gripped him. Tsubame screamed her approval under him and bucked her hips to
meet his. Yahiko moaned in response and started a slow retreat, only to plunge
back into heaven with a forceful thrust.
Their
hips danced an erotic dance together, slow in the beginning, but soon picking
up in pace. Tsubame was lost in blind pleasure, clinging to her boyfriend for
dear life. A sharp cry tore through her ragged breathing as he managed to find
one of hepplepples and sucked it hungrily, like a baby in search for milk.
Yahiko
grinned around his mouthful. Milk. He had milk. And soon Tsubame would milk him
from every drop he had. He could already feel her starting to contract around
him. The sounds she made were down to monosyllables, high-pitched and loud.
That�s how he liked hearing her best. The tension around his cock increased
even more, and so did the heat deep inside his belly. The passionate outcry of
his name was the spark it needed for his �milk� to explode and race to his cock
and find its warm haven in Tsubame�s welcoming sheath.
His
arms gave out and he slumped forward on top of her heaving chest. Not a second,
or he was unceremoniously pushed away to roll next to her with a lazud.
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