[M] Years In The Making

[Kao]

She was soft.

He noticed it every time he had touched her throughout the two weeks that Ume stayed with him. Her lips, soft. Her breasts, pillowy and soft. It wasn’t as if he had never touched a woman before. That was, of course, the furthest thing from the truth. But with Ume it somehow felt novel, like an explorer seeing an untouched land for the first time. His eyes drank in the sight of the waistband of her pants sitting halfway down her hips. By then he he had already opened her robe and revealed her bare chest.

Kotaru lowered his lips to her breast and then sucked on the perky nipple. Meanwhile his hands found each side of her waist, and his fingernails gently traced her skin. He looked up at her, eyes hides heavily with lust as he is tongue outlined the perked nipple. He was already rock hard, but he was still very determined to take his time with her.

[Willoria]

To say Ume had waited a long time for this was a severe understatement. She had dreamed of this countless times, not that she’d admit to having that dream more than once or twice. Laying beneath him now, that alone didn’t do the moment justice as she felt his fingers across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It took only a moment for her to work out of the robe she’d been wearing of his for the last two weeks, and yet she’d barely managed that much before she found herself looking down as another shiver worked its way down her body at the sensation of his tongue circling a sensitive area of flesh. Some part of her body begged and screamed internally for him to take her already. She wanted to feel him inside of her, thrusting, moaning her name, and yet she found she adored the simple look of pure lust he gave her now.

She might’ve had a set of words for him, a taunt even, but she found she had none. She already felt breathless and eager both from nearly being taken by him in the hallways on the way to his room. They’d barely made it. One of her hands moved to his head, fingers buried in his hair and brushing past one of his horns as she pushed up on her opposite elbow to try and kiss him deeply. She wanted to ask him where he wanted to start, to take here how and where he saw fit, but when she broke the kiss all she could do was meet his eyes with her own and a lust-driven smirk that conveyed the same thoughts.