NSFW Part 3
Written by myself and Sareth, as part of a post.
Then his lips were off hers and he was chewing softly on her neck, slowly sucking and nipping in a way that cared little for whether it left incriminating marks. He was continuing on his motion on her belly and on her breast, and then a hand was there on her hip, pulling the cloth of her skirt upward until she could feel fingers on the skin, sliding down past the black lace to leave a trail of goosebumps on her leg until his hand was pressed to her thigh, so far away from what she wanted and yet so near.
He let off his aggression against her neck for a moment and rumbled, "Soaked even this far away?"
Sayuri opened her mouth to retort, only to have an embarrassingly needy sound escape her instead, and she suddenly realized she was clinging to the bedding beneath her like a lifeline. "Please...!" she was suddenly begging, still not knowing what it was she wanted, only that she needed it desperately.
He slipped ever so slightly sideways atop her and she felt the hard lump of him pressing against her abdomen. His lips were sucking at her earlobe, her breast massaged even more firmly, and then she felt his hand shift, and soaked cloth was being rubbed at, pressed into the cleft of her as a finger stroked back and forth.
A faint cry escaped her, at once seeming to say that was just right and not enough, as her hips squirmed seemingly of their own accord (either to escape the unfamiliar sensations building up inside of her, or to hasten them - not even Sayuri could tell for sure). Sayuri almost felt as though she'd been possessed, and someone else was now in charge of her body, making her act completely unlike herself - but so long as those sensations continued, she couldn't have cared less even if she was possessed. And then his name came tumbling from her lips on a moan.
As though that was all the signal he needed, the cloth was pushed aside and two fingers were suddenly inside her; a small sound of complaint from Sayuri, hinting at the barest trace of pain (it was too much, too tight after so long...), and suddenly there was only the one finger inside. He slipped more squarely over her and began grinding his hips and belly on her, as though it was his body pushing the finger in and out and not his wrist. His lips were on hers and his tongue in her mouth, probing as intimately as his fingers - and Sayuri was absolutely kissing him back, her own motions inexperienced but desperately needy as soft, breathy moans escaped her. Her whole body felt as though it had been reduced to a molten liquid, even as she felt that coil of arousal within her tightening almost to the point of pain.
His finger worked her, and his grinding atop her became more intense. She could hear his voice sounding ragged, feel his chest taking deep breaths. His hand left her breast and she felt it slide down her until it reached her waist. And then, even as the finger curled a touch to give her the slightest stretching and stroking in a spot she didn't even know existed, she could hear the sound of his zipper lowering.
It was happening again. It was happening, and she knew she wasn't ready.
"Stop," Sayuri was suddenly gasping, trying to pull back even as her body trembled with the need for more. "Please, stop. I... I can't." If her voice rather lacked conviction, one could hardly blame her - she was almost sobbing with the need for that release he offered - but the fear (more like panic, really) it also held was inescapable.
Sareth paused, his body ceasing all motion. He let out a breath, and then removed his hand from his zipper to lift himself up so he could look her in the eyes. He was flushed, sweaty, the need obvious, but his voice was soft and gentle as he asked, "Is that what you really want?"
"I'm not ready," she forced herself to admit, sounding almost close to tears that would have been both ashamed at her behaviour (oh kami, did this make her a tease?) and incredibly frustrated; the pressure that had been building steadily within her, especially after the night he practically declared himself to her, was even worse now, and she didn't know how to relieve it herself - didn't even know she could. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," he whispered softly. He bent down to give her a kiss, a soft one, and his finger slipped free of her. He rolled to the side and zipped himself up. "It's alright, Sayuri. If you aren't ready, you aren't."
Still laying on the bed, the young woman hid behind her hands, thoroughly embarrassed; the words that escaped her next in no way helped, and were born purely of her body's frustration - the need for release wasn't going away, or even lessening, and she suddenly had to wonder if this might be enough to drive her mad. "Oh kami, how do you make it stop?"
There was a moment of silence. "Do you trust me?" It could have been an accusation, but somehow it was an honest question, an offer of help promised.
Hands fell away from her emerald green eyes, allowing them to meet his, and they shone with the truth of what she said next. "Far more than I should," she admitted softly, before squirming a little in a desperate attempt to relieve some of that pressure again.
"Alright," he said, smiling. He scooted around and then lifted her shoulders until he could sit behind her, her back pressed to his chest. One hand reached around and took hers. "Let me show you something." Clasping her hand so that the back of it was in his palm, he slipped it down until it rested on the cloth that was still bunched at her waist. "This is something you can do, when you need to."
Sayuri gave Sareth a rather shy look out of the corner of her eye, even as her body seemed to instinctively relax back against him (or at least, as much as it could when she was wound up as much as she was); oh yes, she trusted him far more than she should, but he hadn't let her down yet, and so she waited for him to show her whatever came next.
He slipped the tip of his longest finger beneath the waist band of her lacy black unmentionables, and then guided her hand inside them, until together their hands were cupped between her legs. "Like this," he whispered behind her, and then began pressing her hand down lightly, rubbing back and forth - and then his finger pressed hers down between folds of quivering wet flesh. He gave the back of her neck a soft kiss. "How's that?"
Sayuri's head was suddenly falling back to rest on his shoulder, and a low moan escaped her as if to say that was very, very good.
Sareth gave a little hum of approval. "Let's try a little something else. How about dipping a finger inside as we rub?" With his own finger he applied a little pressure inward, and as Sayuri's finger slipped inside her hips suddenly moved to meet it. She could feel her muscles desperately grasping at the slender digit, and this time her moan carried a hint of that keening sound with it.
"That's a beautiful sound you are making," Sareth said. He kissed the side of her head, then shifted so his free hand could come around to cup her breast. "Did what happened bother you that much?"
"Yes," Sayuri half whispered, half gasped, as he continued to direct her fingers; her own free hand was suddenly coming up to cling to the one he held against her breast - but she made no move to remove it (if anything, she was pressing into his touch). Another keening sound escaped her, before she abruptly found herself admitting, "I didn't like you touching someone else."
"Let's try a little something else," he whispered. He pulled her hand back so that she slipped free of herself. Then, with the tip of his own finger he sought out the little nub swollen beneath their hands, he pressed down on it just so much, then began to move in spirals at various speeds. With his other he squeezed the soft mound beneath the cloth. "You would rather I touched you?"
The sound that escaped Sayuri now was a mixture of pure want and ecstasy, followed by her almost painfully honest answer. "Yes," she practically whimpered, body already straining towards the release it had been begging for, even if she wasn't quite there yet.
"And why is that?" He asked, as his finger was atop hers once more. He used his to push her inside of herself. "I want to hear why." He began rocking her hand hard, and slipped his other inside her dress, beneath her bra to squeeze soft skin.
A soft cry escaped her lips, just loud enough to have an embarrassed blush appearing on her already flushed face, before she could turn her head to hide it in the crook of his neck. Her lips were still unobstructed, however, so there was nothing to hide her answer from him - an answer he never would have got, were she thinking straight. "Because you're mine."
"And why is that, my precious Sayuri?" His hand found her nipple and gave it the mildest of pinches, and even as she opened her mouth to answer, the finger he'd been using to guide hers was slipping in between her labia and popping back out wetly, rapidly stroking the length of her cleft even as he pushed her hand and finger to abuse herself hard.
Another cry escaped her, and her free hand was now clutching at him in a desperate attempt to anchor herself against the storm that was quickly building within. "Because I think I might love you," she blindly admitted, before their hands were working together to send her crashing into her orgasm. Sayuri didn't even seem to be aware of the cry of pure ecstasy that escaped her now - all she knew was the clenching of muscles, the rushing of warmth, and a strange sensation of flying, before she was reduced to a Sayuri-shaped puddle in his arms, clinging to him as she gasped for breath.
As her body finished shuddering and shivering quite so much, Sareth carefully disentangled his hands from inside of her clothing. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her, and kissed her on the top of her head. "I think I might love you too," he gently teased.
The warmth that flooded her at that had nothing to do with arousal, and Sayuri found herself rather automatically snuggling into him. She would have been quite happy to stay like that for the rest of the day, in fact, were it not for two things - one being the evidence of his own arousal against her back, and the other being the question that reminded her of.
"Sareth?" she asked somewhat timidly. "What... what was she doing to you, before you moved to the bed?"
Sareth shifted ever so slightly. "Oh. That. Um..." He closed his eyes a second, then shrugged, giving in. "She was using her mouth like it was... Well... What you and I were just playing with."
"And is that... normal?" she wanted to know, turning a bit in his arms so that she could curl up against his chest, face still tucked into the crook of his neck; she felt oddly safe there, and didn't want to move.
"Some wouldn't say so. But they're idiots." He shifted his arms to snuggle her more tightly.
Sayuri seemed to think about this for a moment, her earlier anger already gone (she had agreed to the plan, after all, and it was her own fault things had gone as far as they did, too). Finally, she ever so softly asked, "Would you like me to do that?" She could feel her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, but she really did mean the offer.
Sareth hugged her tightly. "Sometime I very much would. But you don't have to. Not today, and not ever if you don't want to."
Another brief pause, and she was definitely giving this some thought. "What if... what if I do want to?" Sayuri finally asked, so softly she almost had to wonder if he'd heard her at all; her blushing had reached previously unheard of levels, and she was rather glad he couldn't see so long as her face remained tucked in the crook of his neck.
"Then I would not deny you the chance to make me feel like you just did." Sareth thought for a moment. "There is something you may want to know first."
"Yes?" was her somewhat distracted response, as she found herself wondering what would happen if she were to place a kiss on the neck she was nestled up against (and whether or not she was brave enough to do so).
"If you do it well enough and long enough, you'll get a mouthful. You might not want that. And it'd be very presumptuous of me to surprise you with that little experience." Sareth's voice sounded a bit strained.
Sayuri very nearly asked what she would be getting a mouthful of, before her brain managed to catch up with the conversation properly and provided the answer for her; she was blushing again, but this time she found she didn't particularly mind - and as she gave a faint hum of understanding, she finally managed to work up enough to courage to place a light kiss upon his neck.
For a moment Sareth held very still, as if worried he might startle her. But then he closed his eyes and tilted his head to give her better access to his neck. "Yep. I definitely think I love you too. Amaya also."
The giggle that escaped Sayuri at this was completely unexpected, even to her; she was feeling something which she rather suspected was giddiness, and she briefly found herself wondering if she might be possessed again (though if she was, she rather hoped the possesser would stick around, because it was quite nice). Shifting a little in his arms, she placed another tentative kiss just below Sareth's jawline, though her lips lingered a bit this time. She rather suspected she should be doing something more, but she wasn't sure what or how, and she was feeling terribly unsure of herself... "Tell me what to do," she finally said, voice soft as a whisper.
Eyes slightly wide, Sareth lay back on the bed, pulling Sayuri atop of himself. "Well, to start with, why don't you roll over. It's much harder to kiss someone behind you."
Of course, turning around meant that she suddenly found herself straddling Sareth's waist and looking down at him with a combination of surprise (had she really been bold enough to do that?), hesitance, uncertainty, embarrassment (she did rather wish she could stop blushing)... and a spark of what might have been anticipation or excitement. But then her lips were on his, soft and hesitant but there (and without any prompting from him), and all that rather ceased to matter.
After a moment, Sareth broke off the kiss long enough to murmur his approval. "Yes, something like that."
The giggle that escaped Sayuri now was so soft if was barely audible, and she placed another light kiss upon his lips before asking, "What else?"
"Try exploring a little. Use your lips to discover my face, jaw and neck while your hands get familiar with my chest and shoulders." He smiled, closing his eyes.
There was no mistaking the timidity in Sayuri's green eyes as she absently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before leaning down to brush feather-light kisses along his neck; her pale, delicate hands came to rest upon his chest, but didn't begin exploring yet. "You smell nice," she admitted softly, without entirely having meant to voice it aloud - but it was true, and she was finding it somewhat intoxicating.
Sareth smiled, but said nothing. Instead he waited patiently, letting her get used to what she was doing at her own pace. However, she seemed unable to overcome her nervousness. Sensing her trouble Sareth reached up and wrapped his arms around her. "Try nibbling softly where my neck meets my shoulder."
Almost seeming to melt into his arms, a small sigh of contentment escaped the young woman as she first placed a kiss where she'd been directed, and then tried the gentlest of nibbles... He tasted good, too, she found, and promptly tried another nibble, before sucking a little at the skin beneath her lips; the faintest of moans escaped her, and she was beginning to feel rather warm again.
"Ooh. She likes it!" Sareth chuckled, his chest bouncing her hands a bit - only to have Sayuri rather unconsciously shush him as she set about tasting her way back up his neck.
This time, when she reached his lips again, there was a little more force behind her kiss before she rather surprised herself by dipping her tongue into his mouth. Sareth was quick to respond, and it wasn't long before their tongues were dancing together, exploring one another. His hands began moving gently up and down her back, and occasionally stroked around to brush along her ribs. His breathing was the slightest bit deeper than usual, and she could feel herself rising up and down with each breath.
Another soft moan escaped her, and Sayuri knew she was beginning to lose herself again; he really was intoxicating. Before she could lose herself completely, however, her lips were parting with his just enough to breathlessly ask, "Tell me what to do."
"Touch my skin. Under the shirt. Softly brush your hands across me."
Sayuri hesitated a moment, not wanting to leave his mouth just yet, but then she was obediently placing a last kiss upon his lips before lightly sliding her body down his just far enough to free the bottom of his shirt; passing the evidence of his own arousal along the way, she couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her as the movement briefly had her clit rubbing against it - that felt so fantastic, she rather wanted to do it again. But Sareth had asked her to do something, and she was going to do it. Delicate hands slid up beneath his shirt, dancing across his skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake, and as said shirt began to ride up a bit she suddenly found herself placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the bared skin this revealed. Emerald green eyes then looked up rather shyly, as though asking for further direction.
Sareth looked down his chest at her, evaluating. After a moment he softly whispered, "Did you want to try it? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I do," she told him, barely louder than a whisper, as her cheeks flushed a rather becoming shade of pink. She wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made her; she wanted to make up for teasing him earlier, and for yelling before that; but she also just... wanted to try it. One almost might have said she was curious.
"Slide off to the side. Lay down to one side of me so that you can lay your head on my chest." He spoke matter-of-factly, but there was a slight catch in his voice that could have been carefully controlled excitement. Sayuri was quick to do as he said, her every movement nervous but determined, and the briefest of moments later saw her looking back up at him for further instruction. Sareth smiled approvingly. "Snuggle up a bit. Kiss my cheek or my neck. Enjoy that. And while doing that try sliding your hand inside the waistband of my pants."
Sayuri took a breath, as though to steady herself, then snuggled up against him, making herself comfortable; her head rather automatically seemed to find its way back into the crook of his neck, which left her feeling safe and warm and strangely protected. She was trembling a little, both from anxiety and anticipation, as she tentatively slid her hands into his pants.
His skin seemed warmer down there, and it only took a moment for her hand to find his manhood, fully erect and straining against the fabric that still constrained it; biting her lip a bit in concentration (it really didn't feel anything like she'd expected), she gently closed her hand around him.
His arm came around her, pulling her close. Not in an insistent way, but rather in a gentle and protective way.
"Try stroking it. Gently."
Sayuri did so. Beneath her hand she felt it twitch upward, almost as though it was eagerly jumping into her palm. Sareth gave a small sigh that sounded happy.
"What are you thinking?"
"I don't know," she admitted softly, eyes a bit wide over the fact that it seemed to have a mind of its own - she hadn't been expecting it to move like that. Gently but firmly closing her hand around his manhood again (it certainly seemed to want her to), she then experimentally moved her hand up and then down, just the once.
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"Ah," Sareth whispered. "Yes, like that."
He lifted his head a bit, so that he could place a kiss on Sayuri's head. In some ways he found her quite confusing. Even when extremely pent up she couldn't just let herself go and enjoy having sex. And yet at the same time she clearly wanted to enjoy a sexual relationship. He couldn't quite figure out where the lines were drawn for her, or even what they were.
But at the same time, he truly enjoyed her company. She was a delightful romantic that he could flatter with truth. Having her beside him felt a bit dreamlike. She was smart, able to hold her own in conversation. He really couldn't ask for more. He wouldn't ask for more. It was enough that she was with him, curled up beside him acting like she felt perfectly safe there.
With his shaft in her hand.
He slipped away from that thought as trying to figure it all out could prove quite circular. Instead, he would simply enjoy the moment, letting her dictate the rules by accepting or declining his instruction.
"That's quite good. Would you like to be a bit more firm and forceful? There's a trick to it." He watched her carefully as he said the next words. "If you go too fast or too hard as it is, it will hurt me. You'll want something to reduce the friction. You can use saliva or... other natural lubricants you have available."
"Can I..." Sayuri hesitated a moment, biting her lip nervously as her eyes met his. "Can I use my mouth?"
Again, he felt surprise. He hadn't expected her to want to move quite so quickly, but to work her way up slowly.
"Anytime you so desire, my sweet."
"What do I do?" she asked, hand stilling but not removing itself from his pants. He could see how nervous she was reflected in her emerald green eyes, but also a hint of excitement - perhaps even anticipation.
"The zipper," he whispered. He knew that the zipper had been the splash of cold water that had stopped things before. If it did again, that would simply be the way it was. He was not going to rush her, not when it felt like he had all the time in the world to offer her. But, if she could advance past this gate, on her own... Well, only she would know for certain if she was ready.
Removing her hand from his pants, Sayuri sat up (the briefest of delays suggesting at just how comfortable she'd been, curled up against him like that) and popped the button on his pants, before proceeding to unzip them; apparently, the zipper itself was not a problem, but this was hardly the time to wonder what was.
"Do I... pull them down?" she asked somewhat timidly, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "Or do they come off?"
"Down will be fine," he replied, fighting the urge to arch an eyebrow. He'd given up trying to determine what might be too much for her and what would be taken on like it was simply the next step in an enjoyable game.
A moment later, and both pants and boxers had been lowered a decent amount (certainly enough for what was planned), and Sayuri was left blushing worse than ever as she inevitably stared at something she had never seen before. Before he could speak, however, the young woman had lowered herself to place a light kiss along the side of his length, then on the tip, where her tongue briefly peeked out to catch a taste.
A small rumble of pleasure escaped his throat, released as much by his being pleased at her initiative as by the touch of her lips and tongue.
"Um.. That's a... pretty good start actually."
Her blush worsened (of course), but there was also no missing how pleased she looked - not so much by his words, as the sound he had made. Her tongue darted out again, tasting him, before she began to place open-mouthed kisses up and down the length of his shaft.
He couldn't have avoided giving her what she wanted, even had he wanted to; several small, pleasured groans escaped his throat. He could feel her shaking and knew some of it was from nervousness, but her expression every time he made a little noise was one of anticipation.
He brought his hand down to stroke her back and pet her hair. "It's especially sensitive... Just beneath the tip. Where the skin is... really soft."
Sayuri paused for the briefest of moments, looking at the spot he'd suggested... and then her tongue was darting out again, almost seeming to carress him there.
He felt a significant groan rip from his chest. "God... yes. That's the spot..."
So she did it again, this time as one of her pale hands came to wrap itself about the base of his shaft as though to hold it steady... and then his tip was in her warm little mouth while her tongue swirled about the underside of it, and a moan was escaping her. His own moan met hers; her mouth was smaller than he expected, and her tongue agile. Within only a moment he'd gone from amazed at how well she was doing to fighting to keep from ending things too quickly.
The warmth of Sayuri's mouth disappeared again, as she returned to exploring the length of him with open-mouthed kisses and the occasional flick of her tongue; her breaths were becoming increasingly uneven as his arousal seemed to be increasingly triggering her own.
The sensations were over-riding his ability to think. Each time he thought he wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer she backed off just enough to keep him at a fever pitch. It was almost agony, but it was an agony he didn't want to be quit of. His hand slipped downward along her back and he cupped her buttox, rubbing fondly.
She gave another teasing lick, then placed a firm kiss on the tip that left him twitching and struggling. He groaned at the struggle within. Then she opened her mouth again and took him in, her tongue pressing against the tip, the soft spot, the shaft, down and down...
He had just enough time to realize she had taken the entire length of his manhood in before her throat squeezed him in a swallow. And then there was no more struggle, no more fight. He felt a bursting heat throughout his body as a shockingly powerful orgasm emptied itself into her body without warning and he was groaning loudly, his fingers digging into the bed and into the muscles of her ass.
It seemed to go on forever before he found himself again. He was panting and wheezing, eyes closed tightly shut, almost unable to move. He realized that he could still feel the heat and wet of her throat around him. He forced an eye open to look down at her.
Emerald green eyes displayed a mixture of surprise that she could do that to him, and more than a little pride. There was also quite a lot of her own arousal.
Still trapped between her lips, all Sareth could do was stare for several seconds. Finally he gasped out a "My god... You are amazing." He unclenched his fingers from her ass and gave it a very affectionate and approving pat. "I may never want to leave."
Her mouth left his manhood to reveal a smile that was both timid and proud all at the same time - at least, until that mouth found his with more than a touch of her own returning desperation. Sareth returned the kiss with interest. He pulled her tightly atop him so that he could feel her shaking, the way her body was quivering with excitement and need. After several moments he forced himself to break off the kiss.
"Your turn already? I can tell." He gently slid out from under her and watched her for a moment, his eyes both tender and possessive. Finally he patted the foot of the bed. "Come sit here."
Sayuri only hesitated for the briefest of moments, her expression hinting at confusion (heavily mixed with arousal, but confusion nonetheless) - and then she was there, right where he wanted her, green eyes seeming to ask what was next.
He went down onto the floor, sitting on his ankles, and his hands came to rest on her knees. He looked into her intense green eyes. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," was her almost breathless reply, as her body quivered with anticipation.
He slipped his hands up her legs until he could lift her dress upwards. His head lowered, and he ducked inside. Knowing she couldn't quite see what he was doing, he smiled as his head came forward to the point his cheeks brushed the insides of her upper thighs. He paused for a moment, just breathing in the heavy scent of how aroused she was, and then turned his head to feather his lips on the inside of one thigh.
The sound that escaped her at this seemed to be a mix between a murmur and a sigh, with just a hint of pleading for more. Encouraged, he began to kiss for real, placing a stream of kisses up and down her inner thigh before settling in one spot long enough to leave a mark that would be visible for days. Then he shifted around and began kissing the other thigh, but this time with a twist. As he kissed he moved purposefully, creeping kiss by kiss toward the wreckage of her lace panties. As he came close he paused, then ran his finger along her, pressing soaked cloth into her lips until his finger emerged just past the needy organ that was the source of her hunger.
A loud keening spoke of her need, wordlessly begging him to touch her there as she threw her head back, fully relying on her arms (not to mention a death-grip on the bedding beneath her) to keep her upright. Beneath her dress Sareth heard the sound and his face grew feral. He growled a wordless reply, then reached up and hooked fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them downward to be stretched between her thighs. He ducked lower, and then his head was between the dripping cloth and what they had covered. He stared, memorizing the features before him, and then his tongue came out and gave her clit a flick.
A cry escaped her, and her grip on the bedding became all the more desperate as she seemed to seek to anchor herself to something. "Please," she begged, all sense of decorum long since lost.
He felt a rush, a thrill at the sound of it. "Your pussy is beautiful." He stuck his tongue out and ran it across the deep, needy hole between her lips. "And delicious." And then he kissed her labia. "And your pussy is mine." His tongue came out again as though he sensed how little reserve she had left, and he went for the kill, stabbing it inside of her to wiggle and roll against the spot just inside.
Sayuri's arms gave out, sending her tumbling back against the bed as another cry was torn from her throat, this one considerably louder than the last. Her whole body was trembling with need and desire and pleasure and... "Oh, kami," she gasped.
The tongue wiggled and lapped. He could feel her need, feel her shaking. Just as he felt she couldn't take any more he pulled his tongue out.
He heard her moan, a sound of shock, betrayal, and need, but he didn't give her time for more than the briefest of complaints, and then his fingers parted her. His lips found her clit and clamped down on it. He began bobbing on it, suckling, a miniature imitation of what she had just done to him.
Sayuri's moans were becoming so desperate and loud that she surely would have been embarrassed by them were she thinking straight. "Sareth," she pleaded.
Hearing the pleading, he knew he had her where he wanted her. He left off the kissing, the sucking and the bobbing, and returned his tongue to her hole. It pressed inward, wriggling and writhing until it was as deep as it could go. And then he folded it back on itself, the tip of his tongue pushing outward on her inner wall, gently stretching and stroking all at once. He slipped his hands up the skin of her hips, worming under the dress, across her belly, to finally slip beneath her bra to cup her breasts.
And then he began flicking his tongue up, down, in, out, quickly, deeply, always letting the tip slip out just enough to flick her clit before plunging back inside her like a snake.
Words of pleading were tumbling from her lips in a way that left Sareth to strongly suspect she was unaware of them. He slipped his tongue from her once more, pleased beyond belief at her begging. A finger slipped in to replace the tongue, curling in a come hither gesture. But that was not his finishing move. Slowly, almost tenderly he kissed her clit once more.
And then he sucked it into his mouth. HARD.
Sayuri screamed as her orgasm hit with all the strength of a speeding train; her muscles clenched around him desperately, while her hands clutched at the bedding as though her very life depended upon it; in the end, every inch of her was left trembling with the overwhelming power of it as she gasped for breath. Sareth allowed himself a smile as she climaxed, but he didn't let up. His sucking was less hard, but his finger continued to curl within her, pushing and pulling as he in turn sucked on her clit and licked her from front to back, then back to front. Her pleasure was no longer hers, but his, and he was going to take his pleasure from her until she begged to stop.
As it was, Sayuri was almost sobbing from the pleasure of it; her nerve endings were on fire, and she'd never felt anything as desperately - almost painfully - good as this, and she never wanted it to stop. As he continued to work, she eventually began to lose all sense of telling one orgasm from another, until they all seemed to blend together into one delightfully exhausting, neverending sea of ecstasy.
Still between her legs Sareth kept at it, enjoying every shake, every tremble, even the occasional sob of ecstasy. He marveled at the way she kept going, long past when most women would have been desperately begging him to stop. He loved it. Loved doing it to her. Loved, most of all, that he could give her so much pleasure so long.
He heard a soft sigh, and the trembling stopped. He slowly lifted his head, her thighs resting on his shoulders until the dress dropped away from his face. He looked at her and realized she was unconcious, whether from sleep or a surfeit of pleasure he couldn't say. He admired her like that for several minutes.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.
With little energy of his own remaining, he ducked down from beneath her legs, then crawled slowly onto the bed. Mustering his last strength, he gently pulled her up so that her legs were on the bed, then removed his shirt (he couldn't remember it being so hot earlier) and lay down beside her, promptly falling asleep, the taste of her still strong on his tongue.
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Sayuri woke to find early-morning sunshine spilling across the bed, warming her in place of a blanket; she felt so utterly content, that it took her a few moments to realize that she was not, in fact, at home. Or in her nightgown. Or under the blankets. Or alone.
After the briefest moments of shock, a contented sigh escaped the young woman. Sareth had tucked her back against his chest, and his arm was around her, leaving her with a rare sense of complete security; she rather found herself cuddling back into him, even as she knew she should be getting home - Amaya would worry, if she woke to find her still gone.
As if aware of the slight motion, Sareth's arm tightened around her. "Sayuri," he whispered in his sleep. And then, "Je t'iame."
Her breath caught in her throat. Well, five more minutes won't hurt...
Then his lips were off hers and he was chewing softly on her neck, slowly sucking and nipping in a way that cared little for whether it left incriminating marks. He was continuing on his motion on her belly and on her breast, and then a hand was there on her hip, pulling the cloth of her skirt upward until she could feel fingers on the skin, sliding down past the black lace to leave a trail of goosebumps on her leg until his hand was pressed to her thigh, so far away from what she wanted and yet so near.
He let off his aggression against her neck for a moment and rumbled, "Soaked even this far away?"
Sayuri opened her mouth to retort, only to have an embarrassingly needy sound escape her instead, and she suddenly realized she was clinging to the bedding beneath her like a lifeline. "Please...!" she was suddenly begging, still not knowing what it was she wanted, only that she needed it desperately.
He slipped ever so slightly sideways atop her and she felt the hard lump of him pressing against her abdomen. His lips were sucking at her earlobe, her breast massaged even more firmly, and then she felt his hand shift, and soaked cloth was being rubbed at, pressed into the cleft of her as a finger stroked back and forth.
A faint cry escaped her, at once seeming to say that was just right and not enough, as her hips squirmed seemingly of their own accord (either to escape the unfamiliar sensations building up inside of her, or to hasten them - not even Sayuri could tell for sure). Sayuri almost felt as though she'd been possessed, and someone else was now in charge of her body, making her act completely unlike herself - but so long as those sensations continued, she couldn't have cared less even if she was possessed. And then his name came tumbling from her lips on a moan.
As though that was all the signal he needed, the cloth was pushed aside and two fingers were suddenly inside her; a small sound of complaint from Sayuri, hinting at the barest trace of pain (it was too much, too tight after so long...), and suddenly there was only the one finger inside. He slipped more squarely over her and began grinding his hips and belly on her, as though it was his body pushing the finger in and out and not his wrist. His lips were on hers and his tongue in her mouth, probing as intimately as his fingers - and Sayuri was absolutely kissing him back, her own motions inexperienced but desperately needy as soft, breathy moans escaped her. Her whole body felt as though it had been reduced to a molten liquid, even as she felt that coil of arousal within her tightening almost to the point of pain.
His finger worked her, and his grinding atop her became more intense. She could hear his voice sounding ragged, feel his chest taking deep breaths. His hand left her breast and she felt it slide down her until it reached her waist. And then, even as the finger curled a touch to give her the slightest stretching and stroking in a spot she didn't even know existed, she could hear the sound of his zipper lowering.
It was happening again. It was happening, and she knew she wasn't ready.
"Stop," Sayuri was suddenly gasping, trying to pull back even as her body trembled with the need for more. "Please, stop. I... I can't." If her voice rather lacked conviction, one could hardly blame her - she was almost sobbing with the need for that release he offered - but the fear (more like panic, really) it also held was inescapable.
Sareth paused, his body ceasing all motion. He let out a breath, and then removed his hand from his zipper to lift himself up so he could look her in the eyes. He was flushed, sweaty, the need obvious, but his voice was soft and gentle as he asked, "Is that what you really want?"
"I'm not ready," she forced herself to admit, sounding almost close to tears that would have been both ashamed at her behaviour (oh kami, did this make her a tease?) and incredibly frustrated; the pressure that had been building steadily within her, especially after the night he practically declared himself to her, was even worse now, and she didn't know how to relieve it herself - didn't even know she could. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright," he whispered softly. He bent down to give her a kiss, a soft one, and his finger slipped free of her. He rolled to the side and zipped himself up. "It's alright, Sayuri. If you aren't ready, you aren't."
Still laying on the bed, the young woman hid behind her hands, thoroughly embarrassed; the words that escaped her next in no way helped, and were born purely of her body's frustration - the need for release wasn't going away, or even lessening, and she suddenly had to wonder if this might be enough to drive her mad. "Oh kami, how do you make it stop?"
There was a moment of silence. "Do you trust me?" It could have been an accusation, but somehow it was an honest question, an offer of help promised.
Hands fell away from her emerald green eyes, allowing them to meet his, and they shone with the truth of what she said next. "Far more than I should," she admitted softly, before squirming a little in a desperate attempt to relieve some of that pressure again.
"Alright," he said, smiling. He scooted around and then lifted her shoulders until he could sit behind her, her back pressed to his chest. One hand reached around and took hers. "Let me show you something." Clasping her hand so that the back of it was in his palm, he slipped it down until it rested on the cloth that was still bunched at her waist. "This is something you can do, when you need to."
Sayuri gave Sareth a rather shy look out of the corner of her eye, even as her body seemed to instinctively relax back against him (or at least, as much as it could when she was wound up as much as she was); oh yes, she trusted him far more than she should, but he hadn't let her down yet, and so she waited for him to show her whatever came next.
He slipped the tip of his longest finger beneath the waist band of her lacy black unmentionables, and then guided her hand inside them, until together their hands were cupped between her legs. "Like this," he whispered behind her, and then began pressing her hand down lightly, rubbing back and forth - and then his finger pressed hers down between folds of quivering wet flesh. He gave the back of her neck a soft kiss. "How's that?"
Sayuri's head was suddenly falling back to rest on his shoulder, and a low moan escaped her as if to say that was very, very good.
Sareth gave a little hum of approval. "Let's try a little something else. How about dipping a finger inside as we rub?" With his own finger he applied a little pressure inward, and as Sayuri's finger slipped inside her hips suddenly moved to meet it. She could feel her muscles desperately grasping at the slender digit, and this time her moan carried a hint of that keening sound with it.
"That's a beautiful sound you are making," Sareth said. He kissed the side of her head, then shifted so his free hand could come around to cup her breast. "Did what happened bother you that much?"
"Yes," Sayuri half whispered, half gasped, as he continued to direct her fingers; her own free hand was suddenly coming up to cling to the one he held against her breast - but she made no move to remove it (if anything, she was pressing into his touch). Another keening sound escaped her, before she abruptly found herself admitting, "I didn't like you touching someone else."
"Let's try a little something else," he whispered. He pulled her hand back so that she slipped free of herself. Then, with the tip of his own finger he sought out the little nub swollen beneath their hands, he pressed down on it just so much, then began to move in spirals at various speeds. With his other he squeezed the soft mound beneath the cloth. "You would rather I touched you?"
The sound that escaped Sayuri now was a mixture of pure want and ecstasy, followed by her almost painfully honest answer. "Yes," she practically whimpered, body already straining towards the release it had been begging for, even if she wasn't quite there yet.
"And why is that?" He asked, as his finger was atop hers once more. He used his to push her inside of herself. "I want to hear why." He began rocking her hand hard, and slipped his other inside her dress, beneath her bra to squeeze soft skin.
A soft cry escaped her lips, just loud enough to have an embarrassed blush appearing on her already flushed face, before she could turn her head to hide it in the crook of his neck. Her lips were still unobstructed, however, so there was nothing to hide her answer from him - an answer he never would have got, were she thinking straight. "Because you're mine."
"And why is that, my precious Sayuri?" His hand found her nipple and gave it the mildest of pinches, and even as she opened her mouth to answer, the finger he'd been using to guide hers was slipping in between her labia and popping back out wetly, rapidly stroking the length of her cleft even as he pushed her hand and finger to abuse herself hard.
Another cry escaped her, and her free hand was now clutching at him in a desperate attempt to anchor herself against the storm that was quickly building within. "Because I think I might love you," she blindly admitted, before their hands were working together to send her crashing into her orgasm. Sayuri didn't even seem to be aware of the cry of pure ecstasy that escaped her now - all she knew was the clenching of muscles, the rushing of warmth, and a strange sensation of flying, before she was reduced to a Sayuri-shaped puddle in his arms, clinging to him as she gasped for breath.
As her body finished shuddering and shivering quite so much, Sareth carefully disentangled his hands from inside of her clothing. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her, and kissed her on the top of her head. "I think I might love you too," he gently teased.
The warmth that flooded her at that had nothing to do with arousal, and Sayuri found herself rather automatically snuggling into him. She would have been quite happy to stay like that for the rest of the day, in fact, were it not for two things - one being the evidence of his own arousal against her back, and the other being the question that reminded her of.
"Sareth?" she asked somewhat timidly. "What... what was she doing to you, before you moved to the bed?"
Sareth shifted ever so slightly. "Oh. That. Um..." He closed his eyes a second, then shrugged, giving in. "She was using her mouth like it was... Well... What you and I were just playing with."
"And is that... normal?" she wanted to know, turning a bit in his arms so that she could curl up against his chest, face still tucked into the crook of his neck; she felt oddly safe there, and didn't want to move.
"Some wouldn't say so. But they're idiots." He shifted his arms to snuggle her more tightly.
Sayuri seemed to think about this for a moment, her earlier anger already gone (she had agreed to the plan, after all, and it was her own fault things had gone as far as they did, too). Finally, she ever so softly asked, "Would you like me to do that?" She could feel her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, but she really did mean the offer.
Sareth hugged her tightly. "Sometime I very much would. But you don't have to. Not today, and not ever if you don't want to."
Another brief pause, and she was definitely giving this some thought. "What if... what if I do want to?" Sayuri finally asked, so softly she almost had to wonder if he'd heard her at all; her blushing had reached previously unheard of levels, and she was rather glad he couldn't see so long as her face remained tucked in the crook of his neck.
"Then I would not deny you the chance to make me feel like you just did." Sareth thought for a moment. "There is something you may want to know first."
"Yes?" was her somewhat distracted response, as she found herself wondering what would happen if she were to place a kiss on the neck she was nestled up against (and whether or not she was brave enough to do so).
"If you do it well enough and long enough, you'll get a mouthful. You might not want that. And it'd be very presumptuous of me to surprise you with that little experience." Sareth's voice sounded a bit strained.
Sayuri very nearly asked what she would be getting a mouthful of, before her brain managed to catch up with the conversation properly and provided the answer for her; she was blushing again, but this time she found she didn't particularly mind - and as she gave a faint hum of understanding, she finally managed to work up enough to courage to place a light kiss upon his neck.
For a moment Sareth held very still, as if worried he might startle her. But then he closed his eyes and tilted his head to give her better access to his neck. "Yep. I definitely think I love you too. Amaya also."
The giggle that escaped Sayuri at this was completely unexpected, even to her; she was feeling something which she rather suspected was giddiness, and she briefly found herself wondering if she might be possessed again (though if she was, she rather hoped the possesser would stick around, because it was quite nice). Shifting a little in his arms, she placed another tentative kiss just below Sareth's jawline, though her lips lingered a bit this time. She rather suspected she should be doing something more, but she wasn't sure what or how, and she was feeling terribly unsure of herself... "Tell me what to do," she finally said, voice soft as a whisper.
Eyes slightly wide, Sareth lay back on the bed, pulling Sayuri atop of himself. "Well, to start with, why don't you roll over. It's much harder to kiss someone behind you."
Of course, turning around meant that she suddenly found herself straddling Sareth's waist and looking down at him with a combination of surprise (had she really been bold enough to do that?), hesitance, uncertainty, embarrassment (she did rather wish she could stop blushing)... and a spark of what might have been anticipation or excitement. But then her lips were on his, soft and hesitant but there (and without any prompting from him), and all that rather ceased to matter.
After a moment, Sareth broke off the kiss long enough to murmur his approval. "Yes, something like that."
The giggle that escaped Sayuri now was so soft if was barely audible, and she placed another light kiss upon his lips before asking, "What else?"
"Try exploring a little. Use your lips to discover my face, jaw and neck while your hands get familiar with my chest and shoulders." He smiled, closing his eyes.
There was no mistaking the timidity in Sayuri's green eyes as she absently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before leaning down to brush feather-light kisses along his neck; her pale, delicate hands came to rest upon his chest, but didn't begin exploring yet. "You smell nice," she admitted softly, without entirely having meant to voice it aloud - but it was true, and she was finding it somewhat intoxicating.
Sareth smiled, but said nothing. Instead he waited patiently, letting her get used to what she was doing at her own pace. However, she seemed unable to overcome her nervousness. Sensing her trouble Sareth reached up and wrapped his arms around her. "Try nibbling softly where my neck meets my shoulder."
Almost seeming to melt into his arms, a small sigh of contentment escaped the young woman as she first placed a kiss where she'd been directed, and then tried the gentlest of nibbles... He tasted good, too, she found, and promptly tried another nibble, before sucking a little at the skin beneath her lips; the faintest of moans escaped her, and she was beginning to feel rather warm again.
"Ooh. She likes it!" Sareth chuckled, his chest bouncing her hands a bit - only to have Sayuri rather unconsciously shush him as she set about tasting her way back up his neck.
This time, when she reached his lips again, there was a little more force behind her kiss before she rather surprised herself by dipping her tongue into his mouth. Sareth was quick to respond, and it wasn't long before their tongues were dancing together, exploring one another. His hands began moving gently up and down her back, and occasionally stroked around to brush along her ribs. His breathing was the slightest bit deeper than usual, and she could feel herself rising up and down with each breath.
Another soft moan escaped her, and Sayuri knew she was beginning to lose herself again; he really was intoxicating. Before she could lose herself completely, however, her lips were parting with his just enough to breathlessly ask, "Tell me what to do."
"Touch my skin. Under the shirt. Softly brush your hands across me."
Sayuri hesitated a moment, not wanting to leave his mouth just yet, but then she was obediently placing a last kiss upon his lips before lightly sliding her body down his just far enough to free the bottom of his shirt; passing the evidence of his own arousal along the way, she couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her as the movement briefly had her clit rubbing against it - that felt so fantastic, she rather wanted to do it again. But Sareth had asked her to do something, and she was going to do it. Delicate hands slid up beneath his shirt, dancing across his skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake, and as said shirt began to ride up a bit she suddenly found herself placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the bared skin this revealed. Emerald green eyes then looked up rather shyly, as though asking for further direction.
Sareth looked down his chest at her, evaluating. After a moment he softly whispered, "Did you want to try it? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I do," she told him, barely louder than a whisper, as her cheeks flushed a rather becoming shade of pink. She wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made her; she wanted to make up for teasing him earlier, and for yelling before that; but she also just... wanted to try it. One almost might have said she was curious.
"Slide off to the side. Lay down to one side of me so that you can lay your head on my chest." He spoke matter-of-factly, but there was a slight catch in his voice that could have been carefully controlled excitement. Sayuri was quick to do as he said, her every movement nervous but determined, and the briefest of moments later saw her looking back up at him for further instruction. Sareth smiled approvingly. "Snuggle up a bit. Kiss my cheek or my neck. Enjoy that. And while doing that try sliding your hand inside the waistband of my pants."
Sayuri took a breath, as though to steady herself, then snuggled up against him, making herself comfortable; her head rather automatically seemed to find its way back into the crook of his neck, which left her feeling safe and warm and strangely protected. She was trembling a little, both from anxiety and anticipation, as she tentatively slid her hands into his pants.
His skin seemed warmer down there, and it only took a moment for her hand to find his manhood, fully erect and straining against the fabric that still constrained it; biting her lip a bit in concentration (it really didn't feel anything like she'd expected), she gently closed her hand around him.
His arm came around her, pulling her close. Not in an insistent way, but rather in a gentle and protective way.
"Try stroking it. Gently."
Sayuri did so. Beneath her hand she felt it twitch upward, almost as though it was eagerly jumping into her palm. Sareth gave a small sigh that sounded happy.
"What are you thinking?"
"I don't know," she admitted softly, eyes a bit wide over the fact that it seemed to have a mind of its own - she hadn't been expecting it to move like that. Gently but firmly closing her hand around his manhood again (it certainly seemed to want her to), she then experimentally moved her hand up and then down, just the once.
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"Ah," Sareth whispered. "Yes, like that."
He lifted his head a bit, so that he could place a kiss on Sayuri's head. In some ways he found her quite confusing. Even when extremely pent up she couldn't just let herself go and enjoy having sex. And yet at the same time she clearly wanted to enjoy a sexual relationship. He couldn't quite figure out where the lines were drawn for her, or even what they were.
But at the same time, he truly enjoyed her company. She was a delightful romantic that he could flatter with truth. Having her beside him felt a bit dreamlike. She was smart, able to hold her own in conversation. He really couldn't ask for more. He wouldn't ask for more. It was enough that she was with him, curled up beside him acting like she felt perfectly safe there.
With his shaft in her hand.
He slipped away from that thought as trying to figure it all out could prove quite circular. Instead, he would simply enjoy the moment, letting her dictate the rules by accepting or declining his instruction.
"That's quite good. Would you like to be a bit more firm and forceful? There's a trick to it." He watched her carefully as he said the next words. "If you go too fast or too hard as it is, it will hurt me. You'll want something to reduce the friction. You can use saliva or... other natural lubricants you have available."
"Can I..." Sayuri hesitated a moment, biting her lip nervously as her eyes met his. "Can I use my mouth?"
Again, he felt surprise. He hadn't expected her to want to move quite so quickly, but to work her way up slowly.
"Anytime you so desire, my sweet."
"What do I do?" she asked, hand stilling but not removing itself from his pants. He could see how nervous she was reflected in her emerald green eyes, but also a hint of excitement - perhaps even anticipation.
"The zipper," he whispered. He knew that the zipper had been the splash of cold water that had stopped things before. If it did again, that would simply be the way it was. He was not going to rush her, not when it felt like he had all the time in the world to offer her. But, if she could advance past this gate, on her own... Well, only she would know for certain if she was ready.
Removing her hand from his pants, Sayuri sat up (the briefest of delays suggesting at just how comfortable she'd been, curled up against him like that) and popped the button on his pants, before proceeding to unzip them; apparently, the zipper itself was not a problem, but this was hardly the time to wonder what was.
"Do I... pull them down?" she asked somewhat timidly, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "Or do they come off?"
"Down will be fine," he replied, fighting the urge to arch an eyebrow. He'd given up trying to determine what might be too much for her and what would be taken on like it was simply the next step in an enjoyable game.
A moment later, and both pants and boxers had been lowered a decent amount (certainly enough for what was planned), and Sayuri was left blushing worse than ever as she inevitably stared at something she had never seen before. Before he could speak, however, the young woman had lowered herself to place a light kiss along the side of his length, then on the tip, where her tongue briefly peeked out to catch a taste.
A small rumble of pleasure escaped his throat, released as much by his being pleased at her initiative as by the touch of her lips and tongue.
"Um.. That's a... pretty good start actually."
Her blush worsened (of course), but there was also no missing how pleased she looked - not so much by his words, as the sound he had made. Her tongue darted out again, tasting him, before she began to place open-mouthed kisses up and down the length of his shaft.
He couldn't have avoided giving her what she wanted, even had he wanted to; several small, pleasured groans escaped his throat. He could feel her shaking and knew some of it was from nervousness, but her expression every time he made a little noise was one of anticipation.
He brought his hand down to stroke her back and pet her hair. "It's especially sensitive... Just beneath the tip. Where the skin is... really soft."
Sayuri paused for the briefest of moments, looking at the spot he'd suggested... and then her tongue was darting out again, almost seeming to carress him there.
He felt a significant groan rip from his chest. "God... yes. That's the spot..."
So she did it again, this time as one of her pale hands came to wrap itself about the base of his shaft as though to hold it steady... and then his tip was in her warm little mouth while her tongue swirled about the underside of it, and a moan was escaping her. His own moan met hers; her mouth was smaller than he expected, and her tongue agile. Within only a moment he'd gone from amazed at how well she was doing to fighting to keep from ending things too quickly.
The warmth of Sayuri's mouth disappeared again, as she returned to exploring the length of him with open-mouthed kisses and the occasional flick of her tongue; her breaths were becoming increasingly uneven as his arousal seemed to be increasingly triggering her own.
The sensations were over-riding his ability to think. Each time he thought he wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer she backed off just enough to keep him at a fever pitch. It was almost agony, but it was an agony he didn't want to be quit of. His hand slipped downward along her back and he cupped her buttox, rubbing fondly.
She gave another teasing lick, then placed a firm kiss on the tip that left him twitching and struggling. He groaned at the struggle within. Then she opened her mouth again and took him in, her tongue pressing against the tip, the soft spot, the shaft, down and down...
He had just enough time to realize she had taken the entire length of his manhood in before her throat squeezed him in a swallow. And then there was no more struggle, no more fight. He felt a bursting heat throughout his body as a shockingly powerful orgasm emptied itself into her body without warning and he was groaning loudly, his fingers digging into the bed and into the muscles of her ass.
It seemed to go on forever before he found himself again. He was panting and wheezing, eyes closed tightly shut, almost unable to move. He realized that he could still feel the heat and wet of her throat around him. He forced an eye open to look down at her.
Emerald green eyes displayed a mixture of surprise that she could do that to him, and more than a little pride. There was also quite a lot of her own arousal.
Still trapped between her lips, all Sareth could do was stare for several seconds. Finally he gasped out a "My god... You are amazing." He unclenched his fingers from her ass and gave it a very affectionate and approving pat. "I may never want to leave."
Her mouth left his manhood to reveal a smile that was both timid and proud all at the same time - at least, until that mouth found his with more than a touch of her own returning desperation. Sareth returned the kiss with interest. He pulled her tightly atop him so that he could feel her shaking, the way her body was quivering with excitement and need. After several moments he forced himself to break off the kiss.
"Your turn already? I can tell." He gently slid out from under her and watched her for a moment, his eyes both tender and possessive. Finally he patted the foot of the bed. "Come sit here."
Sayuri only hesitated for the briefest of moments, her expression hinting at confusion (heavily mixed with arousal, but confusion nonetheless) - and then she was there, right where he wanted her, green eyes seeming to ask what was next.
He went down onto the floor, sitting on his ankles, and his hands came to rest on her knees. He looked into her intense green eyes. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," was her almost breathless reply, as her body quivered with anticipation.
He slipped his hands up her legs until he could lift her dress upwards. His head lowered, and he ducked inside. Knowing she couldn't quite see what he was doing, he smiled as his head came forward to the point his cheeks brushed the insides of her upper thighs. He paused for a moment, just breathing in the heavy scent of how aroused she was, and then turned his head to feather his lips on the inside of one thigh.
The sound that escaped her at this seemed to be a mix between a murmur and a sigh, with just a hint of pleading for more. Encouraged, he began to kiss for real, placing a stream of kisses up and down her inner thigh before settling in one spot long enough to leave a mark that would be visible for days. Then he shifted around and began kissing the other thigh, but this time with a twist. As he kissed he moved purposefully, creeping kiss by kiss toward the wreckage of her lace panties. As he came close he paused, then ran his finger along her, pressing soaked cloth into her lips until his finger emerged just past the needy organ that was the source of her hunger.
A loud keening spoke of her need, wordlessly begging him to touch her there as she threw her head back, fully relying on her arms (not to mention a death-grip on the bedding beneath her) to keep her upright. Beneath her dress Sareth heard the sound and his face grew feral. He growled a wordless reply, then reached up and hooked fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them downward to be stretched between her thighs. He ducked lower, and then his head was between the dripping cloth and what they had covered. He stared, memorizing the features before him, and then his tongue came out and gave her clit a flick.
A cry escaped her, and her grip on the bedding became all the more desperate as she seemed to seek to anchor herself to something. "Please," she begged, all sense of decorum long since lost.
He felt a rush, a thrill at the sound of it. "Your pussy is beautiful." He stuck his tongue out and ran it across the deep, needy hole between her lips. "And delicious." And then he kissed her labia. "And your pussy is mine." His tongue came out again as though he sensed how little reserve she had left, and he went for the kill, stabbing it inside of her to wiggle and roll against the spot just inside.
Sayuri's arms gave out, sending her tumbling back against the bed as another cry was torn from her throat, this one considerably louder than the last. Her whole body was trembling with need and desire and pleasure and... "Oh, kami," she gasped.
The tongue wiggled and lapped. He could feel her need, feel her shaking. Just as he felt she couldn't take any more he pulled his tongue out.
He heard her moan, a sound of shock, betrayal, and need, but he didn't give her time for more than the briefest of complaints, and then his fingers parted her. His lips found her clit and clamped down on it. He began bobbing on it, suckling, a miniature imitation of what she had just done to him.
Sayuri's moans were becoming so desperate and loud that she surely would have been embarrassed by them were she thinking straight. "Sareth," she pleaded.
Hearing the pleading, he knew he had her where he wanted her. He left off the kissing, the sucking and the bobbing, and returned his tongue to her hole. It pressed inward, wriggling and writhing until it was as deep as it could go. And then he folded it back on itself, the tip of his tongue pushing outward on her inner wall, gently stretching and stroking all at once. He slipped his hands up the skin of her hips, worming under the dress, across her belly, to finally slip beneath her bra to cup her breasts.
And then he began flicking his tongue up, down, in, out, quickly, deeply, always letting the tip slip out just enough to flick her clit before plunging back inside her like a snake.
Words of pleading were tumbling from her lips in a way that left Sareth to strongly suspect she was unaware of them. He slipped his tongue from her once more, pleased beyond belief at her begging. A finger slipped in to replace the tongue, curling in a come hither gesture. But that was not his finishing move. Slowly, almost tenderly he kissed her clit once more.
And then he sucked it into his mouth. HARD.
Sayuri screamed as her orgasm hit with all the strength of a speeding train; her muscles clenched around him desperately, while her hands clutched at the bedding as though her very life depended upon it; in the end, every inch of her was left trembling with the overwhelming power of it as she gasped for breath. Sareth allowed himself a smile as she climaxed, but he didn't let up. His sucking was less hard, but his finger continued to curl within her, pushing and pulling as he in turn sucked on her clit and licked her from front to back, then back to front. Her pleasure was no longer hers, but his, and he was going to take his pleasure from her until she begged to stop.
As it was, Sayuri was almost sobbing from the pleasure of it; her nerve endings were on fire, and she'd never felt anything as desperately - almost painfully - good as this, and she never wanted it to stop. As he continued to work, she eventually began to lose all sense of telling one orgasm from another, until they all seemed to blend together into one delightfully exhausting, neverending sea of ecstasy.
Still between her legs Sareth kept at it, enjoying every shake, every tremble, even the occasional sob of ecstasy. He marveled at the way she kept going, long past when most women would have been desperately begging him to stop. He loved it. Loved doing it to her. Loved, most of all, that he could give her so much pleasure so long.
He heard a soft sigh, and the trembling stopped. He slowly lifted his head, her thighs resting on his shoulders until the dress dropped away from his face. He looked at her and realized she was unconcious, whether from sleep or a surfeit of pleasure he couldn't say. He admired her like that for several minutes.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.
With little energy of his own remaining, he ducked down from beneath her legs, then crawled slowly onto the bed. Mustering his last strength, he gently pulled her up so that her legs were on the bed, then removed his shirt (he couldn't remember it being so hot earlier) and lay down beside her, promptly falling asleep, the taste of her still strong on his tongue.
* * *
Sayuri woke to find early-morning sunshine spilling across the bed, warming her in place of a blanket; she felt so utterly content, that it took her a few moments to realize that she was not, in fact, at home. Or in her nightgown. Or under the blankets. Or alone.
After the briefest moments of shock, a contented sigh escaped the young woman. Sareth had tucked her back against his chest, and his arm was around her, leaving her with a rare sense of complete security; she rather found herself cuddling back into him, even as she knew she should be getting home - Amaya would worry, if she woke to find her still gone.
As if aware of the slight motion, Sareth's arm tightened around her. "Sayuri," he whispered in his sleep. And then, "Je t'iame."
Her breath caught in her throat. Well, five more minutes won't hurt...