Chocolate fic for muffy_paradise
To: muffy_paradise
From: cupid_johnny
Title: Building a Mystery
Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya/Anne Watanabe
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No matter how much they've spoken, Anne has always found Kame to be perplexing and mysterious, a puzzle she wants to solve.
A/N: I really hope you like this. I had a tough time choosing who to write Kame with and this is the first time I put much thought into this pairing. I really hope it came out well. Have a wonderful white day, dear!
Even after meeting a hundred times, a person can remain a stranger. How can one man still be so mysterious after saying hello almost every day for months? But that's just what he was, always professional, but forever distant. It was as if his mind was somewhere else, in another world or perhaps just so deep inside himself that it was impossible to see. A fascinating man, at the least.
Although she knew he liked to read-- she had seen him at times between takes delving into his current book-- Anne was surprised when her eyes caught sight of him, tucked into a quiet corner of the library. He was in disguise, a hat and tinted glasses hiding his face as well as they could, but she easily recognized him.
Not one to be nervous about approaching a colleague, Anne walked up to the table to stand in front of him, a rather direct way to get attention. She could see the hesitancy with which he peeked up under the brim of his hat, just barely enough to see who was there. Of course, he was probably worried that a fan might recognize him, one bold enough to come close. But at seeing her, he immediately straightened in his chair and gave her his full attention.
"I was surprised to see you here," she said with a smile, knocking the awkwardness out of the way.
"I could say the same," he shot back, his soft looking eyes pleasant as he closed his book and waved a hand to ask her to sit, which she took up without hesitation.
"So tell me," she started before lowering her voice, almost having forgotten where they were, "what is Kamenashi doing in a library?"
His eyes crinkled a little, amusement tugging at his lips. It wasn't busy that day, so he probably wasn't too worried about many people being around. That was the nice thing about not always having normal working hours. "To be perfectly honest, sometimes I like to get out of my comfort zone. Reading the same thing all the time isn't always as stimulating as I want, so what better place to go than to a library, where there's more books in more styles than you could ever possibly get through?"
The answer made her pause, because it was something she hand't really thought about, not in that exact way. That was it, the Kamenashi that always made her think. The one who intrigued her and left her craving some sort of knowledge that was always just out of reach.
"What about you?" he asked again, his fingers tracing lightly over the inscription on the cover of the book he was reading. It was distracting, the movement graceful and teasing in a way, just like everything about him. Oh how she wished she could just open up his mind and see what he was, what was lurking under the simple flesh of the man.
"Me?" she started a little, blinking as she tried to remember what she was doing before he'd captured her eye. "Ah, I just came to return something. Every now and then I come here, though. I used to hide out in a library like this one when I was young. It's nostalgic, helps me center myself when I need to think or focus my energy."
He nodded at the response, tilting his head a little as if studying her. "Always working so hard, Anne. Always the professional."
The way he said her name made a shiver crawl down her spine, but it didn't frighten her. Was he teasing her? He'd been playful before, but was this a side of him he wouldn't show at work? It was sharper in a way, dug deeper under her skin and she wanted so badly to tear into him, even more than before.
It was unnerving, how his eyes seemed to see straight through her. How could he do that and still remain so mysterious to her? She could already feel her own stubborn confidence slipping and she didn't even know how.
"You know, I never got the chance to invite you over. I thought about it many times, but I knew you'd be busy. Perhaps.. since you're spending time in the library, it means we both have the day off?"
The first part of his words rang in her head still. Invite her over. Although she felt uncertain, she was also curious enough that she felt compelled to grab the vague invitation. While they had gotten along really well while working together, bonding over their mutual love of baseball, they hadn't gotten that close. Kamenashi didn't have a bad reputation, but he was a man, and there was a sort of sexuality that he radiated, a quiet sort of power that made her think no matter what his intentions were, he knew without even having to think or say it that he already had her in the palm of his hand.
"What should we do?" she asked, to which he smiled wider and pulled his bag closer, as if to pack up right then.
It was several hours later when Anne found herself standing inside Kame's apartment, a red dress fitted down over about half her thighs. It wasn't low cut, but the straps were thin across the shoulders. It revealed enough without being too much. She'd seen the way Kame's eyes lingered on her, and that was enough for her to think she chose well. He had been the one to tell her to wear something nice.
The food he cooked was delicious, and it was hard to stop when he offered seconds, but she didn't want to get too full. The conversation during dinner slipped back into their old routine, baseball-- the giants mainly. They did used to eat together during filming almost every day. It had always been easy enough to get along well with him.
Once they were both finished, Kame put away their plates before leading Anne back out into the living room. His eyes trailed over her as they stopped by the sofa, a hand reaching up to touch the tip of her chin. "You look stunning, by the way," he said, lips tilting up slightly at the edges. She felt her cheeks flush a little at the direct compliment, having to resist the urge to look away from his gaze.
Stepping around her, Kame sat on the cushion. Sliding his hand down, he gently pulled her down beside him. His gaze felt so unnerving, but exciting at the same time. His hand had somehow moved to her knee without her realizing until his fingers were making light patterns against her skin. She felt every nerve in her body buzzing, a mixture of nerves and pleasure overwhelming her senses, making her feel a bit disoriented. It was like being an animal caught in headlights, and almost frustrating because not many men had that kind of affect on her. Of course, there weren't many men she would have let this close to her already.
Kame's thumb was brushing slowly across the smooth skin of her leg, his eyes trailing along her features, from her small face to the curve of her shoulder. His lips twitched up again, as if amused or pleased by something. It perplexed her, once again making her curious what he was thinking.
Lips parting, as if to speak, Anne found herself abruptly silenced when Kame leaned closer. He didn't even have to touch for the words to die in her throat, every bit of her attention on how close he was, how his breath ghosted over her bottom lip. His hand was still caressing her leg, making her body relax more than she was even aware of.
Anne hadn't even realized she was doing it, didn't make a conscious decision to, but she somehow found herself closing the distance enough that their lips brushed. Kame pulled back at the touch, eyebrows twitching up slightly before he smiled and leaned in again, this time pressing his lips fully against her own.
The kiss was slow and curious, as if they were discovering each other. She liked that he wasn't just rough and clumsy right away, how intimate it felt without being boring. His hand had curled in a little, fingers stroking the inner side of her leg. It was a tantalizing game, how slow his hand moved, how unaware she was until it was further and further up her leg. Heat coiled in her stomach, her body aching because she knew she wanted it closer.
She couldn't help the way her pulse sped up, the way she leaned into him, how breathy the kiss became as her lips parted for the teasing insistence of his tongue. His free hand came up to rest against the back of her neck, fingers sliding into the strands of her hair as the kiss deepened. She wanted to press closer. Reaching out, she grabbed onto his shirt, tugging slightly as his hand found its way so far up that his fingers disappeared under her dress, teasing at the top of her thigh.
A soft sound slipped from her throat, and there were no questions between them. Was it okay? Where should it stop? It didn't feel like there was any need for those, and Kamenashi seemed to feel the same because as her legs shifted slightly to allow him more room, his fingers found her weak spot. She could feel the pressure of his fingertips through the thin material that covered her. Kame's breath quickened, whether it was from the kiss or from touching her though, she wasn't sure. He broke the kiss only to press his lips to her ear, whispering in a huskier voice, "Good girl."
It was only moments later that Anne felt herself being lifted. Her eyes widened a little as he guided her legs around his waist. It made her dress ride up all the way to the tops of her thighs, but she didn't care so much about that as she did about how Kame's body felt against hers. She held onto him, mind already racing to where they were going, to what was happening. There wasn't a single part of her that wanted it to stop at this point. She shivered, remembering his voice against her ear and pressed closer to him, her lips finding the dip just behind his jawline with her mouth. A low groan told her he liked the discovery as well.
She didn't have much of a chance to really appreciate what his room looked like as he laid her down on his bed. His hands immediately found their way to her legs, sliding up until his fingers could push under the edge of her dress. Slowly, he worked it up her body, her back arching under him so he could remove it. His eyes traced down and back up to meet her gaze, steady and filled with a new sort of passion, one she hadn't really seen in him before.
Leaning over her, he pressed his lips back onto hers. The kiss was more heated this time, passionate as he slid his hand back between her legs, fingers finding her heated folds, slipping past her panties to trace over the aching flesh. He seemed to grow tired of the limitations quickly, though, and shifted so he could quickly remove her underwear, tossing them aside as he situated himself beside her. His fingers found their way back quickly, slowly pressing two inside of her. She gasped, fingers clawing at the collar of his shirt as she arched against him. His fingers were enough to drive her mad within a few minutes, his lips leaving their mark all over the smooth curve of her neck and down to the dip of her bra. Pushing her hips up, he clenched at the white sheets. Her hair caught the sweat on her forehead, but she was too distracted to push it off.
He seemed pleased with getting her so worked up, though, and smiled as he pulled his fingers out. She whined, wanting more of that tantalizing feeling, but he wasn't about to drive her to the edge with that alone. Sitting up, he quickly pulled his shirt off, revealing the chest she'd seen many times in costume, but never in such an intimate way. Her tongue slid out to wet her lips, chest heaving still to catch her breath. When he started to go for his pants, though, she sat up and knocked his fingers away. Her own lips curled up as she met his gaze, quickly undoing his pants for him. There was an odd flash in his eyes, but he seemed content with letting her help him out of the rest of his clothes. After the pants, he pushed off his boxers without much thought, reaching out to unhook her bra, fingers deft enough to manage it without trouble.
Then, it was just the two of them, no clothes in the way as he lowered himself back down between her legs. Their bodies pressed together, his hard member pressing into her inner thigh as they kissed slowly, his tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth.
Anne could feel the bit of precum slide down her leg and Kame seemed to move almost right after. Pulling back just slightly to reach over and remove a condom from his bedside table. His eyes moved to meet her gaze, his dark and her own lidded with desire. He slid it on quickly, leaning closer again as he used his hand to help position his length at her entrance.
There was a moment of agonizing silence, a pause that made her heart beat wildly, her clit ache with need until he finally started to push in. Her breath caught, feeling herself stretch around him. He filled her more than she realized he would, making her gasp as her hands found their way to press against his shoulder blades.
It was only when he was pushed all the way in to the hilt that he paused, lowering his face to press a kiss to her neck, then her chest. A soft hum vibrated in his throat, eyes closing for a moment before his hips started to move. Lips parting, she breathed in sharply, feeling his length slide in and out of her like that. Pressing her body up, she wound her legs around him to try and pull him in harder, deeper. He groaned in pleasure, hips rocking a little faster.
Her fingers slid down and back up his back, nails leaving just slight white lines behind as she rocked back against him to meet his movements, getting lost in the sensations. Kame's lips were parted against her collarbone, groans and heavy breaths falling on her skin. She shivered at the touch, so light compared to how hard his hips were pushing up against her own. The sounds met her ears, a mixture of their moans and movements, even the bed creaking every now and then. She let out a louder moan, feeling the pleasure coiling inside of her, a need for more. Kame seemed to realize this, as he moved his arms to hold himself up, hovering over her as he pushed in harder, deep enough to hit her sweet spot.
Mouth falling open in a silent moan, Anne felt her vision blur a little, white hot pleasure shooting up through every limb. She might have screamed, she couldn't exactly remember, but it was almost overwhelming as he continue to push into that same spot relentlessly. It didn't take long for her to feel on the brink of climax, and she groaned because it would all be over too soon. But he slowed for a moment, leaning down to press their lips together before his hips started snapping up against her faster.
Broken moans slipped from her lips, pleasure gaining intensity as her mind clouded over. She knew she moaned his name, several times, needing that pleasure, that release. His thumb found it's way to brush over her pert nipple, making her body snap up, sensitive to the touch.
He didn't even have to say anything. The look in his eyes was enough, and she felt herself come undone. Her muscles spasmed around him, squeezing tight and releasing, fluttering around his length as he continued to push into her heat. His own eyes darkened, filled with pleasure, although she was too touched out to really notice it. Close himself, Kame moved his hands, pushing Anne's arms up by her head. At first he simply held them there, then his hands slid slowly up to her wrists. His lips were parted, panting as he rolled his hips, pushing his length into her over and over.
She could feel the heat build up in her stomach again, a teasing after-pleasure turning her on just as much as before. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he rode out his own pleasure, movements growing rapid, losing their pace a little until an intense groan slipped from his throat. His body stilled, cock pressed so deep inside of her as he hit his climax. His hips rolled again after a moment, milking out the hot liquid and pleasure from his orgasm. He moaned again, a bit softer this time, his eyes closed as he leaned down closer to her again, letting go of his hold on her wrists.
Once they had both caught their breath again, he carefully rolled off of her, slipping out so he could lay by her side. He got rid of the condom quickly before settling down. She smiled, a bit hesitantly as she watched him. While she hadn't exactly expected this, she couldn't deny the thought had crossed her mind before.
Kame's hand found her side, pulling her body over to face his as his fingers traced along her skin. Just like that, he didn't have to say anything. They didn't need any words to know what had happened, and what was happening now, and maybe in a way, that was why she found him so mysterious, so impossible to explain.
From: cupid_johnny
Title: Building a Mystery
Pairing: Kamenashi Kazuya/Anne Watanabe
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No matter how much they've spoken, Anne has always found Kame to be perplexing and mysterious, a puzzle she wants to solve.
A/N: I really hope you like this. I had a tough time choosing who to write Kame with and this is the first time I put much thought into this pairing. I really hope it came out well. Have a wonderful white day, dear!
Even after meeting a hundred times, a person can remain a stranger. How can one man still be so mysterious after saying hello almost every day for months? But that's just what he was, always professional, but forever distant. It was as if his mind was somewhere else, in another world or perhaps just so deep inside himself that it was impossible to see. A fascinating man, at the least.
Although she knew he liked to read-- she had seen him at times between takes delving into his current book-- Anne was surprised when her eyes caught sight of him, tucked into a quiet corner of the library. He was in disguise, a hat and tinted glasses hiding his face as well as they could, but she easily recognized him.
Not one to be nervous about approaching a colleague, Anne walked up to the table to stand in front of him, a rather direct way to get attention. She could see the hesitancy with which he peeked up under the brim of his hat, just barely enough to see who was there. Of course, he was probably worried that a fan might recognize him, one bold enough to come close. But at seeing her, he immediately straightened in his chair and gave her his full attention.
"I was surprised to see you here," she said with a smile, knocking the awkwardness out of the way.
"I could say the same," he shot back, his soft looking eyes pleasant as he closed his book and waved a hand to ask her to sit, which she took up without hesitation.
"So tell me," she started before lowering her voice, almost having forgotten where they were, "what is Kamenashi doing in a library?"
His eyes crinkled a little, amusement tugging at his lips. It wasn't busy that day, so he probably wasn't too worried about many people being around. That was the nice thing about not always having normal working hours. "To be perfectly honest, sometimes I like to get out of my comfort zone. Reading the same thing all the time isn't always as stimulating as I want, so what better place to go than to a library, where there's more books in more styles than you could ever possibly get through?"
The answer made her pause, because it was something she hand't really thought about, not in that exact way. That was it, the Kamenashi that always made her think. The one who intrigued her and left her craving some sort of knowledge that was always just out of reach.
"What about you?" he asked again, his fingers tracing lightly over the inscription on the cover of the book he was reading. It was distracting, the movement graceful and teasing in a way, just like everything about him. Oh how she wished she could just open up his mind and see what he was, what was lurking under the simple flesh of the man.
"Me?" she started a little, blinking as she tried to remember what she was doing before he'd captured her eye. "Ah, I just came to return something. Every now and then I come here, though. I used to hide out in a library like this one when I was young. It's nostalgic, helps me center myself when I need to think or focus my energy."
He nodded at the response, tilting his head a little as if studying her. "Always working so hard, Anne. Always the professional."
The way he said her name made a shiver crawl down her spine, but it didn't frighten her. Was he teasing her? He'd been playful before, but was this a side of him he wouldn't show at work? It was sharper in a way, dug deeper under her skin and she wanted so badly to tear into him, even more than before.
It was unnerving, how his eyes seemed to see straight through her. How could he do that and still remain so mysterious to her? She could already feel her own stubborn confidence slipping and she didn't even know how.
"You know, I never got the chance to invite you over. I thought about it many times, but I knew you'd be busy. Perhaps.. since you're spending time in the library, it means we both have the day off?"
The first part of his words rang in her head still. Invite her over. Although she felt uncertain, she was also curious enough that she felt compelled to grab the vague invitation. While they had gotten along really well while working together, bonding over their mutual love of baseball, they hadn't gotten that close. Kamenashi didn't have a bad reputation, but he was a man, and there was a sort of sexuality that he radiated, a quiet sort of power that made her think no matter what his intentions were, he knew without even having to think or say it that he already had her in the palm of his hand.
"What should we do?" she asked, to which he smiled wider and pulled his bag closer, as if to pack up right then.
It was several hours later when Anne found herself standing inside Kame's apartment, a red dress fitted down over about half her thighs. It wasn't low cut, but the straps were thin across the shoulders. It revealed enough without being too much. She'd seen the way Kame's eyes lingered on her, and that was enough for her to think she chose well. He had been the one to tell her to wear something nice.
The food he cooked was delicious, and it was hard to stop when he offered seconds, but she didn't want to get too full. The conversation during dinner slipped back into their old routine, baseball-- the giants mainly. They did used to eat together during filming almost every day. It had always been easy enough to get along well with him.
Once they were both finished, Kame put away their plates before leading Anne back out into the living room. His eyes trailed over her as they stopped by the sofa, a hand reaching up to touch the tip of her chin. "You look stunning, by the way," he said, lips tilting up slightly at the edges. She felt her cheeks flush a little at the direct compliment, having to resist the urge to look away from his gaze.
Stepping around her, Kame sat on the cushion. Sliding his hand down, he gently pulled her down beside him. His gaze felt so unnerving, but exciting at the same time. His hand had somehow moved to her knee without her realizing until his fingers were making light patterns against her skin. She felt every nerve in her body buzzing, a mixture of nerves and pleasure overwhelming her senses, making her feel a bit disoriented. It was like being an animal caught in headlights, and almost frustrating because not many men had that kind of affect on her. Of course, there weren't many men she would have let this close to her already.
Kame's thumb was brushing slowly across the smooth skin of her leg, his eyes trailing along her features, from her small face to the curve of her shoulder. His lips twitched up again, as if amused or pleased by something. It perplexed her, once again making her curious what he was thinking.
Lips parting, as if to speak, Anne found herself abruptly silenced when Kame leaned closer. He didn't even have to touch for the words to die in her throat, every bit of her attention on how close he was, how his breath ghosted over her bottom lip. His hand was still caressing her leg, making her body relax more than she was even aware of.
Anne hadn't even realized she was doing it, didn't make a conscious decision to, but she somehow found herself closing the distance enough that their lips brushed. Kame pulled back at the touch, eyebrows twitching up slightly before he smiled and leaned in again, this time pressing his lips fully against her own.
The kiss was slow and curious, as if they were discovering each other. She liked that he wasn't just rough and clumsy right away, how intimate it felt without being boring. His hand had curled in a little, fingers stroking the inner side of her leg. It was a tantalizing game, how slow his hand moved, how unaware she was until it was further and further up her leg. Heat coiled in her stomach, her body aching because she knew she wanted it closer.
She couldn't help the way her pulse sped up, the way she leaned into him, how breathy the kiss became as her lips parted for the teasing insistence of his tongue. His free hand came up to rest against the back of her neck, fingers sliding into the strands of her hair as the kiss deepened. She wanted to press closer. Reaching out, she grabbed onto his shirt, tugging slightly as his hand found its way so far up that his fingers disappeared under her dress, teasing at the top of her thigh.
A soft sound slipped from her throat, and there were no questions between them. Was it okay? Where should it stop? It didn't feel like there was any need for those, and Kamenashi seemed to feel the same because as her legs shifted slightly to allow him more room, his fingers found her weak spot. She could feel the pressure of his fingertips through the thin material that covered her. Kame's breath quickened, whether it was from the kiss or from touching her though, she wasn't sure. He broke the kiss only to press his lips to her ear, whispering in a huskier voice, "Good girl."
It was only moments later that Anne felt herself being lifted. Her eyes widened a little as he guided her legs around his waist. It made her dress ride up all the way to the tops of her thighs, but she didn't care so much about that as she did about how Kame's body felt against hers. She held onto him, mind already racing to where they were going, to what was happening. There wasn't a single part of her that wanted it to stop at this point. She shivered, remembering his voice against her ear and pressed closer to him, her lips finding the dip just behind his jawline with her mouth. A low groan told her he liked the discovery as well.
She didn't have much of a chance to really appreciate what his room looked like as he laid her down on his bed. His hands immediately found their way to her legs, sliding up until his fingers could push under the edge of her dress. Slowly, he worked it up her body, her back arching under him so he could remove it. His eyes traced down and back up to meet her gaze, steady and filled with a new sort of passion, one she hadn't really seen in him before.
Leaning over her, he pressed his lips back onto hers. The kiss was more heated this time, passionate as he slid his hand back between her legs, fingers finding her heated folds, slipping past her panties to trace over the aching flesh. He seemed to grow tired of the limitations quickly, though, and shifted so he could quickly remove her underwear, tossing them aside as he situated himself beside her. His fingers found their way back quickly, slowly pressing two inside of her. She gasped, fingers clawing at the collar of his shirt as she arched against him. His fingers were enough to drive her mad within a few minutes, his lips leaving their mark all over the smooth curve of her neck and down to the dip of her bra. Pushing her hips up, he clenched at the white sheets. Her hair caught the sweat on her forehead, but she was too distracted to push it off.
He seemed pleased with getting her so worked up, though, and smiled as he pulled his fingers out. She whined, wanting more of that tantalizing feeling, but he wasn't about to drive her to the edge with that alone. Sitting up, he quickly pulled his shirt off, revealing the chest she'd seen many times in costume, but never in such an intimate way. Her tongue slid out to wet her lips, chest heaving still to catch her breath. When he started to go for his pants, though, she sat up and knocked his fingers away. Her own lips curled up as she met his gaze, quickly undoing his pants for him. There was an odd flash in his eyes, but he seemed content with letting her help him out of the rest of his clothes. After the pants, he pushed off his boxers without much thought, reaching out to unhook her bra, fingers deft enough to manage it without trouble.
Then, it was just the two of them, no clothes in the way as he lowered himself back down between her legs. Their bodies pressed together, his hard member pressing into her inner thigh as they kissed slowly, his tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth.
Anne could feel the bit of precum slide down her leg and Kame seemed to move almost right after. Pulling back just slightly to reach over and remove a condom from his bedside table. His eyes moved to meet her gaze, his dark and her own lidded with desire. He slid it on quickly, leaning closer again as he used his hand to help position his length at her entrance.
There was a moment of agonizing silence, a pause that made her heart beat wildly, her clit ache with need until he finally started to push in. Her breath caught, feeling herself stretch around him. He filled her more than she realized he would, making her gasp as her hands found their way to press against his shoulder blades.
It was only when he was pushed all the way in to the hilt that he paused, lowering his face to press a kiss to her neck, then her chest. A soft hum vibrated in his throat, eyes closing for a moment before his hips started to move. Lips parting, she breathed in sharply, feeling his length slide in and out of her like that. Pressing her body up, she wound her legs around him to try and pull him in harder, deeper. He groaned in pleasure, hips rocking a little faster.
Her fingers slid down and back up his back, nails leaving just slight white lines behind as she rocked back against him to meet his movements, getting lost in the sensations. Kame's lips were parted against her collarbone, groans and heavy breaths falling on her skin. She shivered at the touch, so light compared to how hard his hips were pushing up against her own. The sounds met her ears, a mixture of their moans and movements, even the bed creaking every now and then. She let out a louder moan, feeling the pleasure coiling inside of her, a need for more. Kame seemed to realize this, as he moved his arms to hold himself up, hovering over her as he pushed in harder, deep enough to hit her sweet spot.
Mouth falling open in a silent moan, Anne felt her vision blur a little, white hot pleasure shooting up through every limb. She might have screamed, she couldn't exactly remember, but it was almost overwhelming as he continue to push into that same spot relentlessly. It didn't take long for her to feel on the brink of climax, and she groaned because it would all be over too soon. But he slowed for a moment, leaning down to press their lips together before his hips started snapping up against her faster.
Broken moans slipped from her lips, pleasure gaining intensity as her mind clouded over. She knew she moaned his name, several times, needing that pleasure, that release. His thumb found it's way to brush over her pert nipple, making her body snap up, sensitive to the touch.
He didn't even have to say anything. The look in his eyes was enough, and she felt herself come undone. Her muscles spasmed around him, squeezing tight and releasing, fluttering around his length as he continued to push into her heat. His own eyes darkened, filled with pleasure, although she was too touched out to really notice it. Close himself, Kame moved his hands, pushing Anne's arms up by her head. At first he simply held them there, then his hands slid slowly up to her wrists. His lips were parted, panting as he rolled his hips, pushing his length into her over and over.
She could feel the heat build up in her stomach again, a teasing after-pleasure turning her on just as much as before. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he rode out his own pleasure, movements growing rapid, losing their pace a little until an intense groan slipped from his throat. His body stilled, cock pressed so deep inside of her as he hit his climax. His hips rolled again after a moment, milking out the hot liquid and pleasure from his orgasm. He moaned again, a bit softer this time, his eyes closed as he leaned down closer to her again, letting go of his hold on her wrists.
Once they had both caught their breath again, he carefully rolled off of her, slipping out so he could lay by her side. He got rid of the condom quickly before settling down. She smiled, a bit hesitantly as she watched him. While she hadn't exactly expected this, she couldn't deny the thought had crossed her mind before.
Kame's hand found her side, pulling her body over to face his as his fingers traced along her skin. Just like that, he didn't have to say anything. They didn't need any words to know what had happened, and what was happening now, and maybe in a way, that was why she found him so mysterious, so impossible to explain.