Half a House Chapter 19.5
The extra chapter from my fanfic posted here.
They made love slowly. There was no real hurry. Sano took Megumi with soft, restrained passion, pausing to kiss and worship each silken crevice, finding all the secret places. For Megumi, it was like being drugged, most exquisitely. She’d been made love to before, by men she was attracted to and cared about, but it was never like this. Sweet languor took control of her body, making her limbs feel heavy. It was difficult to breathe. Her heart alternately slowed and raced in time with his ministrations. When Sano raked his teeth against the skin of her neck, she gasped. And when his hands found her breasts and fondled them gently, she moaned. Her body was not hers anymore. It was his -- to possess, to direct, to cause a reaction.
Megumi felt her world tilt as Sano laid her on her back. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was on his hands and knees, hovering above her. Firelight turned his skin like burnished gold. His sweat glistened where his muscles dipped and swelled. He was beautiful, she thought, running her hands over the flat planes of his chest all the way down to his ripped stomach. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid her eyes on.
With one hand, he stroked her cheek. She moved her hands up to clutch at his neck and gently pulled. He acquiesced, lowering himself and resting his weight on one elbow. His thumb was rubbing her lips. He leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth, nibbling gently. She sighed and shifted her legs, feeling him, hot and smooth, slide against her thighs. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, returning to her mouth once more as he shifted and gently slipped inside.
Megumi drew out a long breath as Sano finished his descent. He stayed like that for a brief spell, touching the deepest part of her, before he drew back exquisitely slowly and plunged down again at the same leisurely pace. With each luxurious thrust, Megumi felt sparks of drawn-out pleasure shoot through her while Sano watched, his eyes completely black. He took her mouth, his tongue plundering hers swiftly and unrestrainedly, in direct contrast to his slow possession of her body.
When the first wave finally crashed, Megumi uttered a wordless cry and arched her back. Before she could recover, Sano pushed deeper and she was peaking once more, clutching him tightly, utterly lost to everything but the primal sensations he was evoking in her.
Only with dim awareness did she feel him withdraw quickly and issue a groan that seemed to come from deep inside him. Drops of him splashed on her stomach. She touched it with her fingers as she felt him settle beside her, warm, comforting.
They made love slowly. There was no real hurry. Sano took Megumi with soft, restrained passion, pausing to kiss and worship each silken crevice, finding all the secret places. For Megumi, it was like being drugged, most exquisitely. She’d been made love to before, by men she was attracted to and cared about, but it was never like this. Sweet languor took control of her body, making her limbs feel heavy. It was difficult to breathe. Her heart alternately slowed and raced in time with his ministrations. When Sano raked his teeth against the skin of her neck, she gasped. And when his hands found her breasts and fondled them gently, she moaned. Her body was not hers anymore. It was his -- to possess, to direct, to cause a reaction.
Megumi felt her world tilt as Sano laid her on her back. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was on his hands and knees, hovering above her. Firelight turned his skin like burnished gold. His sweat glistened where his muscles dipped and swelled. He was beautiful, she thought, running her hands over the flat planes of his chest all the way down to his ripped stomach. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid her eyes on.
With one hand, he stroked her cheek. She moved her hands up to clutch at his neck and gently pulled. He acquiesced, lowering himself and resting his weight on one elbow. His thumb was rubbing her lips. He leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth, nibbling gently. She sighed and shifted her legs, feeling him, hot and smooth, slide against her thighs. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, returning to her mouth once more as he shifted and gently slipped inside.
Megumi drew out a long breath as Sano finished his descent. He stayed like that for a brief spell, touching the deepest part of her, before he drew back exquisitely slowly and plunged down again at the same leisurely pace. With each luxurious thrust, Megumi felt sparks of drawn-out pleasure shoot through her while Sano watched, his eyes completely black. He took her mouth, his tongue plundering hers swiftly and unrestrainedly, in direct contrast to his slow possession of her body.
When the first wave finally crashed, Megumi uttered a wordless cry and arched her back. Before she could recover, Sano pushed deeper and she was peaking once more, clutching him tightly, utterly lost to everything but the primal sensations he was evoking in her.
Only with dim awareness did she feel him withdraw quickly and issue a groan that seemed to come from deep inside him. Drops of him splashed on her stomach. She touched it with her fingers as she felt him settle beside her, warm, comforting.