Characters: Haruka Tenoh, Michiru Kaioh
Chapter 43
Without
breaking the kiss, they made their way to the bed. Michiru’s hands worked
hurriedly with the buttons, opening the blonde’s shirt and caressing every inch
of skin her fingers came in contact with, traveling around her arms, her
stomach, her waist and back. And the blonde shivered in anticipation under
Michiru’s touch, feeling the girl smiling against her mouth.
She
pushed her into the bed, falling right on top of the girl and letting her lips
go down her neck and collarbone, nibbling and licking sensually. Long fingers
came to buried themselves in her hair, inviting, as a deep, heavy sigh of
appreciation reached her ears when her lips found the cleavage line of
Michiru’s dress. And she took the invitation, unbuttoning the dress and kissing
every inch of warm skin she uncovered, all the way down to her stomach, when
she knelt over the mattress and Michiru lifted her hips up enough for Haruka to
slide down the rest of the dress down soft legs.
The
girl sat up then, taking the blonde’s lips in hers and kissing her deeply,
slowly, passionately, as knowing hands went to work on her pants. A gasp
escaped her and a shiver ran through her body when Michiru’s fingers brushed
against her through the material of her panties, and she bucked her hips to the
touch. Taking advantage of their position, Michiru took the chance and let her
mouth travel down to the blonde’s breasts, eagerly nibbling the already
hardened nipples, playing them with her tongue. And Haruka closed her eyes,
cupping the girl’s cheeks and welcoming her sweet ministrations, moaning
softly.
And
when she felt one finger sneaking into her panties and sliding inside her, she
arched her back, moaning and trembling, delighted, before gently but surely
pushing the girl back over the mattress. Her hips moved on their own accord,
meeting Michiru’s thrusting finger as she rested her forehead against
Michiru's, eyes closed and her breath coming in short, fast gasps as she let
one hand go down, massaging one soft, creamy breast.
The
girl gasped at her touch. Blurred blue eyes looking up at her as that thrusting
finger kept on moving inside her. “You're so beautiful,” Michiru whispered
softly. Lustful and sensually.
She
didn't answer. Instead, she reacomodated herself, positioning one leg in
between Michiru's. With their breasts pressed together, Michiru's finger moving
inside her, she took the girl's mouth in hers, kissing her deeply as she braced
herself with one hand against the mattress, guiding her free hand down to
Michiru's heated, waiting core.
“I
love you so much,” she whispered huskily against the girl's lips.
Licking
Michiru's parted lips, she slid one long finger inside wet, pulsing folds,
loving the way the soft body underneath hers trembled, opening up to her touch.
Michiru's soft, trembling moan filled her ears; blue eyes drifting close and
that teasing finger inside her staying still for a moment.
They
made the rest of their underwear aside, taking their time to caress each other.
Every inch, every freckle, every pore being given proper, careful attention.
They both ignored their bodies urgent need, purposely avoiding their heated
desires, prolonging the moment, engraving the feeling of each other in their
minds, treasuring every gasp, every moan, every touch.
They
gifted one another with loving, wet kisses over and over again. Green meeting
blue, their skin trembled under their fingertips as they memorized each other,
filling the room with moans and gasps as they caressed each other intimately in
maddening slowness. Out of breath, softly whispered words of love were shared
as they lost track of time and space, of the world and anything else when their
hips finally came in contact, and they moved together, calling and clenching to
one another in their slow love making.
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