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A Night of Passion	By : emilyfic Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 11020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Night of Passion
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Standing in front of the Tsukino home holding his love’s favorite roses, waiting for the door to open, Mamoru could only envision the loveliness that he was about to see. Would she be wearing that pink lacy dress with the white sweater? Or the cute baby blue number with the spaghetti straps, the one that stopped three inches above her knee? Either would elicit a knowing chuckle from Ikuko and a disapproving raised eyebrow from Kenji. Mamoru sighed deeply as he heard the pattering footsteps approaching the door.

“Mamo-chan, my handsome prince!” came the exuberant squeal from the seventeen-year-old blond. Mamoru sighed again as he marveled how she had filled out in the years he had known her---and yes, she was wearing the blue dress! An evilly lustful grin flickered across his face as he pictured it flung across the hardwood floor of his bedroom, while he ever-so-innocently (in front of her father) chastely kissed her hand.

“Ah, lovely woman. I am once again dazzled by your beauty,” he over-emoted, bending low and giving her a wink. He chuckled at her blush, handing her thequetquet. “Are you ready for a night of dancing, Usako? That new place is going to be pretty full by the time we get there.”

“Of course, love, we should get going. Bye Daddy!” Usagi flung over her shoulder as she was whisked to the waiting sports car. They could only hear the shout of “Eleven o’clock or your ass is mine!” over the roar of the v-8 engine. Usagi wd sld slightly at the echo, but relaxed as Mamoru took her hand and laughed a little at her father’s over-protectiveness. He could certainly see why Kenji would want to keep her away from strange men!

They drove several blocks out of the way of their usual route straight to his apartment, to a small brick building with a large neon sign reading “The Oasis.” A line of would-be dancers snaked around the block, but the bouncer took one look at the attractive couple, made a show of marking something on his clipboard, and let them in. Usagi, one rose tucked securely into an odango, quickly found the d j and requested a series of songs. As the beat slowed to a heavy bump-and-grind, she dragged Mamoru and their drinks out onto the floor.

As though an updated part of their past on the palace ballroom floor, the surrounding dancers made way for the gyrating couple. Usagi and Mamoru twined together, then untangled, then wrapped their arms around each other again intimately as the music swelled. They knew that this time together on the floor was only the tip of the iceberg of the dance they could do with each other, when alone later. When the set of music stopped an hour later, the sweaty couple eased their way to the door and the parking lot for their own private tango.

The drive to Mamoru’s apartment seemed to simultaneously take hours and seconds. Usagi’s hair flew in two ribbons around her head as they sped, while her love tried his best to imprint every second of this night into his memory. It wouldn’t be their first night of passion, but Mamoru had plans enough that it would be an adventure.

Even as the two walked through the door to his apartment, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The instant the door closed, Usagi’s hands gripped his tight ass and pulled it to her, while Mamoru curled his fingers through her silky hair as they kissed. She tossed the flowers to the counter as they strode quite purposefully to the waiting bedroom, to the soft queen-size that called.

Usagi attacked first. Mamoru had had no idea the sexual beast he would unleash when he taught her the ways of lovemaking, and these days, it was she more than he who pulled them tumbling to the bed. This night, she stood on tiptoe to him him hungrily, sliding her sweet tongue between his lips to taste him. The specialty drinks of the club were a sweetly sour mix of alcohol and fruit juices that lowered inhibitions but didn’t make the head fuzzy, and she could feel all of the drink’s effects now both on her tongue and between her legs.

She unbuttoned his shirt and flung it off in a hurry, then quickly pulled down his pants to find his waiting manhood. She let out a chuckle at its ‘happy ee hee her’ state, then pushed him to the bed. Her blue dress went flying to the floor, exactly as Mamoru had envisioned, though his imagination hadn’t quite gone as far as the bra and panties that soon landed on top of the pile.

A kiss that started on his lips quickly slid to his earlobe, a sensitive point that if she nibbled the edge just right, produced a moan that sent goose bumps shivering down her back. That kiss moved lower and lower, trailing down his tender neck, stopping for a while on his chest. As she tangled her small fingers in his chest’s hair, she alternately licked lightly and sucked hard at his nipples, making him gasp and groan in response. More southerly still she worked, till she reached the object of her ultimate desire.

As eagerly as she had worked getting to this point, so eagerly she danced around his hardness, teasingly touching his balls and behind them. She ever-so-lightly lined her tongue up the sensitive ridge up his shaft and over the tip, tasting the saltiness she craved. Her lust increasing, she tormented him less; she enveloped the head, swirling around it gently with her tongue. Easing off to wet her lips, she then slid down his length as far as she could and internally smiled when she heard his nearly painful gasp of pleasure. She bobbed again and again, working her sweet tongue on the parts she knew would drive him wild. She moved han hand down to stroke his balls, feeling them tighten at her touch.

When he knew he could bear no more, he spoke quickly for the first time since entering the apartment: “Stop, love! I don’t want to end here.” Usagi looked up questioningly as he moved catlike to lay her flat. His own long trail of kisses down her body took much more time, with rest stops devoted to her pale neck, her lips, and her perfectly creamy breasts. He licked each pink nipple into its peak of hardness, twirling his tongue around each tip and flicking gently. As he licked, he reached a hand forward and below, hearing her own gasp as he touched her deep wetness. That gasp quickly turned into a mewling, pleading whimper as his lips left her breast but didn’t move immediately down. She’d pleased him, now she wanted her part!

Mamoru was more than happy to give her that pleasure. Just as teasing as she was at first, he skimmed the top of her slit with the tip of his tongue to watch her back arch. With a grin at her mock-angry pout from above and immense love in his gray eyes, he lowered his mouth to her most sensitive area. Usagi’s eyes fluttered closed as the world washed away around her with every stroke of his tongue. There seemed to be no rhyme rhythm or pattern to his strokes, one swishing sideways and another driving straight up, until his mischievous eyes caught hers and he hummed a little tune: he was writing the alphabet on her clit! She moved her hand quickly to pseudo-slap his dark head, but he timed perfectly a switch in rhythm, sucking her pearl, and her hand came to rest on his head, pulling him closer. His sucking, his eyes, and his love built the charge harder and faster, till she felt every muscle from the inside out begin to clench. He slid a finger into her wetness, feeling the tender flesh tighten around him, until the energy became too much for her senses and her nerves exploded in waves of starfire and moonlight. She shouted her pleasure for her love and all the neighbors to hear, calling the name of the man who wrought this explosion in her. He rode with her through it, and when she came back down to earth he gave her one last kiss between her thighs and moved to lay next to her.

Usagi, on the other hand, had other ideas than to simply lay next to each other. Once her desires were awakened, they wouldn’t be so easily satisfied. Quickly flipping him down to sit above him, she let out a quick giggle, only partly from the aftershocks and the alcohol. Mamoru raised an eyebrow in silent query.

“You must have enjoyed the show, darling. You left a token of appreciation behind you.” she chuckled in female pride at her power. He only laughed back at her. “Test the sheets where you were lying, you minx. We both have a hand in marking this bed as ours, you know.” After that, no coherent words were needed.

Kneeling between his muscular legs, she gave his shaft one good long lick to make sure he knew she was there, then encircled the head again, teasingly again, to wet and lubricate him. Only a quick reminder of the power of her tongue, should she use it on him to completion, but this night he knew who would ride whom. She rose up to straddle his hips, positioning herself with the expertness of many hours of practice. Still, she never tired of the motion, the sheer rightness of this completion. She slid down, sheathing him, being filled, and they both gasped aloud in joy of making themselves one once again. Usagi growled deep in her throat, panther like, as she shifted forward on her arms to give her hips free motion to rock above him. So similar to the movements of her mouth and tongue before, he thought in the part of his brain that could form words, but so very different! Again and again she filled and emptied her most primal part, savoring the sliding motion so deep within her. For his part, Mamoru’s mind and body were adrift in the sea of her hotness and wetness, pushed and pulled by the waves formed by her rocking.

As she pivoted in place above him, he could feel her getting tighter and tighter around him, arousing him even more. Usagi knew well the signs that the end for both of them was approaching soon, and, delighting in the erotic tension, sped up her movements in response. Soon she saw his eyes clench heard his passionate moan and felt him drive even deeper inside her heat, hitting a vital spot to trigger every female muscle within her to tighten and spasm around him. She let out a keening wail that was a perfect complement to Mamoru’s deep gasp of “Usako!” as they both saw sparks and bursts of color that slowly coalesced into the shape of their lover’s form.

Usagi happily collapsed next to her love, exhausted and utterly pleased. Together they drifted off in a sated doze, knowing that they had little time to savor the afterglow.

They woke with enough time to enjoy each other’s company a few moments more, then dressed for the drive back to Usagi’s parents’ home. They made it barely in time to escape a parental tongue-lashing from Kenji, and both silently longed for Usagi’s eighteenth birthday, when she would be able to move in with Mamoru, and they could share their passion any time they pleased. For now, they would take what time Fate offered and enjoy it to the fullest.
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Thanks for reading! R&R is nice if you have the time, but if you don’t oh well. I wrote this for fun, not attention the way some do (not naming names). Ja ne!
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