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Strawberries	By : Atomicnebula13 Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 7251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER! I do not own ANY aspect of Ouran High School Host Club nor do I make any profit from this fic. It's purely for fun, nothing more. Bisco Hatori is the creator of the series, all rights belong to her.

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I apologize for this chapter taking so long, I meant to have it up at least a week ago but life got hectic for me for a moment but I found myself with some free time this evening so I figured I would update. So, picking up where we left off we find Haruhi and Mori in the kitchen making something sweet ;)

CHAPTER 3
“Oh God!” she moaned, her head thrown back, her eyes tightly closed. Her chest heaving as she panted, desperately trying to hold onto what little restraint she had left. Even though he’d barely touched her this afternoon, he’d already brought her so close to the breaking point. This wouldn’t take long.
Her outburst let him know that he’d found his target, his tongue swirled around the hardened nub. He continued caressing her folds, he brought the middle finger of his right hand up and settled it at the entrance of her passage, where he slowly began to press the digit in. He stopped when he was in up to his knuckle and he began pumping in and out of her slowly, shallowly, hoping to stoke a slow fire within her, only to throw gasoline on it later and cause an all consuming inferno.
Haruhi clenched her fists from where they lay on the counter behind her, she bit her full bottom lip in a futile attempt to suppress her screams. He was just too good, it should be illegal for someone to be so astonishingly skilled as he was. Each time they had romantic encounters Haruhi found that her lover would push her to the very brink of insanity, he forced her to lose control, to submit to him willingly and in doing so, he would reward her by bringing her gratification she was sure even the Gods would envy.
Mori brought Haruhi’s legs to rest on his shoulders, her knees hooked around him, her legs dangling down the length of his back, this changed the angle of his attentions, he could feel the slight tremors running through her now, she was so close.
He removed his finger from her, he felt the resistance from her entrance as it tried to hold on to him as he moved out of her. Reaching over, he plucked one of the delectable berries, twirling it between his fingers before he brought it to her and swept it through her folds, from bottom to top.
Haruhi opened her mouth to protest but the words died on her tongue as he silenced her by pressing the moist fruit into her mouth.
Mori took this opportunity to return to his current form of enjoyment, he pressed his tongue deep inside of her, the combination of her and the flavor of the strawberry was heady, delicious. He replaced his finger to her entrance and pressed it in as far as he could, he could feel the quivering of her inner walls and he so badly wanted to send her over the edge. He curled the finger inside of her in a come-hither motion, while his tongue continued its onslaught on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Haruhi couldn’t control the way her body jerked in response to his talented tongue, or the way her breathing took on a near frantic quality. She could feel it, that familiar tightening in her lower belly, that molten heat that was ready to burst. She reached one of her hands between her legs and threaded her fingers into his feathery hair, clutching him to her, wordlessly begging for release. She hoped he would understand, she was moaning around the fruit he’d placed in her mouth but she was pleading with him.
The stoic boy understood, she couldn’t hold out much longer, he didn’t want her to. There was nothing more gratifying in this world than bringing this woman pleasure. He increased the pace of his finger inside of her, slowly he pushed in a second and pounded the two into her harshly, he lapped at her cleft relentlessly and finally she broke. He felt her entire body seize up before she trembled, her hands pulled at his hair and her legs held him to her. He felt her walls tighten, squeezing his fingers harshly and his cock jerked in response. He could hear her muffled cries, a result of the fruit he’d placed there.
That move at least had been strategic, as much as he would love to showcase to the entire neighborhood that this woman was his and that he possessed her, he knew it wouldn’t be in his best interest. Commoners housing had rather poor insulation, if he’d allowed her to cry out at full volume there was no telling who would have heard, he did not need her nosy neighbors shooting them filthy looks because what they were doing was in no way wrong. They loved each other and this was how they chose to express that.
Haruhi swallowed the piece of fruit that she’d bitten off while in the throws of her orgasm, it was sweet, the juice of the berry ran down the length of her chin. She panted, too exhausted to wipe away the sweetness.
Mori looked up to see the face of his lover, a fine sheen of sweat covered her lithe form and there was a small trail of juice coming from her mouth. He brought himself up from his knees, looming over her he brought his mouth down to hers for a seering kiss, his tongue delving into the moist cavern of her mouth.
The young girl returned his kiss enthusiastically, she could taste the fruit, his mouth and traces of her essence on him and it was the most intoxicating combination she’d ever sampled in all her life. The nectar of the Gods, to be sure. She was beginning to think that Takashi himself may be a God because he always brought her everything she needed, everything she ever desired and she never even had to ask for it.
He traced his tongue along her chin, laving at the sweet trail that ran from her mouth, cleansing her. She moaned at his actions.
“Takashi... please... let me...” she was trying to form a coherent sentence but it was nigh impossible with the way he was practically worshiping her.
He nipped the side of her neck, understanding. His hands moved to his belt, making quick work of the strip of leather. He unbuttoned his shorts and stripped them from his long legs.
Haruhi jumped down from the counter and settled herself on her knees, she looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
Her small hands reached for his large, hardened length, it was currently veiled beneath the soft fabric of his boxers. She caressed him gently through the material and she could already feel the moisture that had collected upon him, a clear indication of his excitement. Haruhi tried to calm herself, to move slowly but it was very difficult. She wanted him so badly but she had not forgotten his earlier teasing so easily. She planned to return the favor.
Mori bit down harshly on his bottom lip, it was taking every ounce of his self control to not strip himself and bend her over the counter. To just slip himself into her wet entrance and pound into her until she could no longer stand. When that occurred he would just hold her to him and continue. Something about this room was pushing him past the point of lust, at this point it was almost an animalistic need to claim her. Perhaps it was the heady, moist heat that had permeated the room or the sweet scent of the strawberries as they mixed with her scent. He couldn’t be sure but it was starting to drive him mad. He needed her.
Haruhi hooked her small hands on the elastic of his under garments and slid them down his hips, his entrapped length springing free. She was always intimidated at the sight of his member, not only was it long but it was incredibly thick. She never really knew how her small body accommodated it but it just drove home the concrete thought that she had come to the first time they spent the night together.
She was made specifically for him. Designed for him exactly and for him alone. Though she was not one to be overly sentimental she did feel that was the truth. They were made for each other.
She grasped his naked length in her hands and stroked him from bottom to top, slowly. Instantly moisture gathered at his tip, so much so that it ran down the bottom of his length and coated her hand, creating a lubricant that made her movements much more fluid.
The tall boy groaned his approval as his hips began to match Haruhi’s pace.
Haruhi brought her mouth close to him, “Takashi” she practically moaned. She was feeling very stimulated by this exercise, even though she was not the one being pleasured. Hearing him take pleasure in her ministrations turned her on. His deep voice struck a chord within her, one that made her body hum with sexual energy.
Her hot, moist breath fanned across his hardened member. He was aching with need. He wanted to be inside of her.
“Haruhi...” he moaned, threading his fingers through her short hair, hoping to coax her to do a little more than just stroke him.
Haruhi wanted to deny him, she really did but he rarely called her name and with the need thick in his voice she could conjure up the resistance to do so. She brought her mouth to his cock and ran her tongue along him, not fully taking him into her mouth, just giving him enough to sate him for the moment.
He had not meant to but the sensation of her hot tongue against his heated flesh caused him to buck his hips, he forced himself into her mouth.
“Ughn.” he groaned as the moist heat of her mouth surrounded him. It felt so good and his hips seemed to move on their own as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth.
Haruhi did not argue, she enjoyed lavishing this sort of attention on him and he seemed to enjoy it thoroughly so she went along with it. She swirled her tongue around his tip and then she attempted to take it all into her mouth.
Mori tried to hold himself back, he truly did but she had taken nearly all of him into her mouth, a feat that before now had been impossible for her. It was only a moment more before he reached his peak, and he released his seed into her mouth.
The young girl sputtered against the onslaught, he had never cum in her mouth before. She had not been prepared to receive it.
The tall youth bent down and lifted his lover into his arms, he rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her.
“I’m sorry, Haruhi.” he soothed, a bizarre mixture of embarrassment and excitement. However, he tried to push the excitement to the side, he was worried for her.
The girl shook her head from side to side, finally able to swallow what was in her mouth.
“It’s okay, I was just surprised.”
Mori gave her a skeptical look but did not argue.
“You can put me down now Takashi.” she said but it did not seem that he heard her because he did not respond.
Instead he bent down to kiss her, his tongue slipping past her lips.
Haruhi was surprised he would want to kiss her after... well... after she had swallowed that but it did not seem to bother him in the slightest. His calloused hands continued to caress her, bringing her body back into the heightened awareness of arousal. The young woman shifted in his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and the change in position brought his tip in direct contact with her entrance.
Her mouth tore from his as she moaned, the brush of his stiff length against her nearly brought her to climax.
“Oh God, Takashi, please.” she begged breathlessly, her body trembling. She felt like she would shatter if she did not find release soon.
Mori pressed his lips to her forehead, before nodding, wordlessly letting her know that he would take care of her, that he would always take care of her. He loved her more than words could express which suited him just fine, he was never very good with words anyway.

This story will consist of one more chapter that I am currently in the process of writing and editing now. Please leave me a review! They mean so much to me and I love to see others enjoying the things I write, especially these sorts of pieces. Thank you so much for reading!
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