Secrets Part 4/6
anonymous
July 11 2010, 19:41:24 UTC
Russia’s fingers descended on China’s shirt, unbuttoning the frogs far quicker than they had been buttoned, exposing her bound chest. Russia scowled at the bandages like they had personally insulted her before helping China shrug the shirt off completely and positioning her so she was propped up on he elbows.
She unwound the bandages slowly, letting her fingers brush against her flesh as she did so. Once they were completely exposed Russia cupped the small breasts, smiling as always.
“Binding them must make them sore, da?” she asked, looking up from them into China’s eyes. China nodded. That made Russia grin suddenly widen, which normally would have scared China, but the fear did not register this time. “Ah, then I will massage them for you!”
China squeaked and arched her back at the sudden pressure on her breasts, but that quickly devolved into a moan as the strong hands began to massage, thumbs flicking the nipples playfully, making her moan more.
“Russia…” whined China, gripping at the bedding underneath her and arching her back more. This makes the nation above her giggle childishly (and her giggle is in fact quite feminine, how could she not notice that earlier?) and grin more. Then, as if the idea just struck she bent her head down, catching one of the Asian’s nipples in her mouth.
“Aiya!” China yelped, jerking at the sudden sensation, one of her hands impulsively flying up to grab at Russia’s soft hair. That… that felt too good. Russia rolled the nipple in her mouth and China cried out again, writhing before she wrapped her legs around the other woman’s body.
She felt a smirk against her flesh, and then her breast was let go and Russia’s face was looming over China’s, placing her hands on either side of ignoring the insistent tugs on her hair that were trying to get her to resume the treatment.
“Does China want more?” she asked, the smiling violet eyes turned mischievous. China groaned. It was too obvious what the woman wanted. Normally China was above begging, but it had been so very long since anyone had touched her like this, and she might not have a chance with anyone else.
So, China shut her eyes and muttered “Please Russia, please aru. I want you to touch me. I want more aru.”
“Hn,” mumbled Russia, and China heard the noise of movement. All of a sudden a hand grasped at her crotch though her pants, and she gasped loudly in surprise and arousal. “You want me to touch you here, da?”
China groaned and bucked her hips, trying to create more friction though the cloth of her pants. “Yes,” she sighed, suddenly aware of just how aroused she was. “Yes, please aru.”
Russia made a satisfied noise and gave another firm rub before letting go and pulling at China’s pants and undergarments, removing them completely as China raised her hips then legs from the bed.
Leaning back Russia observed the now completely naked woman, face unreadable. Then she smirked. “You are very pretty, da?” She didn’t wait for a response and quickly leaned down to press their lips together again, immediately deepening the kiss. She waited until China was appropriately flushed and moaning before reaching down and brushing against the dark mound of pubic hair, then lightly around the outer lips of her sex.
The touch was light and teasing, but China gasped into the kiss and jerked her hips. And when Russia brushed a knuckle firmly against the Asian nation’s clitoris she broke the kiss all together, throwing her head back and moaning loudly.
Russia snickered. “And you are very sensitive, da?”
China blushed, but thrust her hips down shamelessly. “I told you,” she half-growled. “It’s been a very long time aru.”
She unwound the bandages slowly, letting her fingers brush against her flesh as she did so. Once they were completely exposed Russia cupped the small breasts, smiling as always.
“Binding them must make them sore, da?” she asked, looking up from them into China’s eyes. China nodded. That made Russia grin suddenly widen, which normally would have scared China, but the fear did not register this time. “Ah, then I will massage them for you!”
China squeaked and arched her back at the sudden pressure on her breasts, but that quickly devolved into a moan as the strong hands began to massage, thumbs flicking the nipples playfully, making her moan more.
“Russia…” whined China, gripping at the bedding underneath her and arching her back more. This makes the nation above her giggle childishly (and her giggle is in fact quite feminine, how could she not notice that earlier?) and grin more. Then, as if the idea just struck she bent her head down, catching one of the Asian’s nipples in her mouth.
“Aiya!” China yelped, jerking at the sudden sensation, one of her hands impulsively flying up to grab at Russia’s soft hair. That… that felt too good. Russia rolled the nipple in her mouth and China cried out again, writhing before she wrapped her legs around the other woman’s body.
She felt a smirk against her flesh, and then her breast was let go and Russia’s face was looming over China’s, placing her hands on either side of ignoring the insistent tugs on her hair that were trying to get her to resume the treatment.
“Does China want more?” she asked, the smiling violet eyes turned mischievous. China groaned. It was too obvious what the woman wanted. Normally China was above begging, but it had been so very long since anyone had touched her like this, and she might not have a chance with anyone else.
So, China shut her eyes and muttered “Please Russia, please aru. I want you to touch me. I want more aru.”
“Hn,” mumbled Russia, and China heard the noise of movement. All of a sudden a hand grasped at her crotch though her pants, and she gasped loudly in surprise and arousal. “You want me to touch you here, da?”
China groaned and bucked her hips, trying to create more friction though the cloth of her pants. “Yes,” she sighed, suddenly aware of just how aroused she was. “Yes, please aru.”
Russia made a satisfied noise and gave another firm rub before letting go and pulling at China’s pants and undergarments, removing them completely as China raised her hips then legs from the bed.
Leaning back Russia observed the now completely naked woman, face unreadable. Then she smirked. “You are very pretty, da?” She didn’t wait for a response and quickly leaned down to press their lips together again, immediately deepening the kiss. She waited until China was appropriately flushed and moaning before reaching down and brushing against the dark mound of pubic hair, then lightly around the outer lips of her sex.
The touch was light and teasing, but China gasped into the kiss and jerked her hips. And when Russia brushed a knuckle firmly against the Asian nation’s clitoris she broke the kiss all together, throwing her head back and moaning loudly.
Russia snickered. “And you are very sensitive, da?”
China blushed, but thrust her hips down shamelessly. “I told you,” she half-growled. “It’s been a very long time aru.”
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