Truth or Dare (Part 2)
Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2003 4:20 am
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. GET IT??
Warnings: Continuation of Truth or Dare, with all the missing lemon scenes included, all the plot is gone for the first part, lemon, HxR, and your basic couples. Oh, yes, and it's not from Heero's view. Instead, it's from Relena's.
Authoress' notes: Okay, as I said, this has all the lemon scenes missing in part one of Truth or Dare. I decided to write this to get more practice for lemons. Don't forget, my second lemon only. Probably, it won't fit. They have...um, let's see, four couples: 1xR, 2xH, 6x9, 5xS. I'll divide them into those parts. Since it'll probably be boring if the lemons are all in one scene (i.e. the cabin) I'll see if I can vary the places. Better think of more scenes, by the way.
Truth or Dare
Part 2
Heero sat up, drawing his jean clad knees up to his chin, studying me. I smiled shyly at him and reached out a hand to caress the smooth skin of his cheek, his skin warm underneath my cold fingers. His eyes slid shut slowly.
"Can we go out some time, Relena?" he asked, his breathing ragged and uneven.
"Sure," I answered. Then I grinned. "If my brother allows it."
His eyes snapped open and pinned me under his gaze. "You're old enough to make your own decisions, Relena." Then he smiled, a small smile, but it was enough. He leaned toward me, easing a hand under the honey-blond hair that framed my face, pulling me towards him. Soon, he was so close, I could not see his face. All I saw was smooth skin and dark, Prussian blue eyes that drowned me in their depths, untamed brown hair falling into them. I couldn't see him fully. All I saw were his features, his planes and angles... All I saw was Heero.
I closed my eyes. I wanted to feel. There was no use seeing.
"Kiss me."
He obeyed, pressing his lips against mine obediently. His tongue touched my lips, and with no hesitation, I slid them open. His tongue slipped into my mouth and darted, tasting, nibbling. I suckled on his bottom lip firmly, biting down gently. His hands slid down to my waist and rested there, their warmth against my skirt.
My hands traveled upward, caressing his cheeks again, and then down to lay flat on his chest. My tongue, loosing all shyness, came out of my cavern, which he was exploring, and traced the outline of his lips, dipping into his mouth. I explored his moist cavern, the edges of his mouth, drawing a deep sigh from him.
Meanwhile, my hands were busy. I had unbuttoned half of his polo when he pulled away, regarding me thoughtfully. His hair was tousled, and he looked even more cuter than I could imagine.
He touched my lips tenderly with a finger. "How would you like it?"
I smiled langurously, my mind lost. "Anywhere, Heero." I felt a twinge of guilt as I remembered my boyfriend. Aw, damn him to hell, I thought as Heero bore down on me. His kisses became harsh, pressing against mine with determination, and I fought back, my hands frantically tugging at his shirt.
He lifted me up without removing his face from mine with his two arms, and I hooked my arms around his neck, giggling silently. His polo shirt was fully unbuttoned, and I pushed it off his shoulders, tracing the skin I uncovered.
He shivered and hissed as I played with his nipples. "You don't play fair," he whispered.
In answer, he dropped me to the floor, but my arms remained around his neck. "Who ever said I did?" I said softly, pulling his face down. I pulled his shirt downwards even more, and broke away, allowing my gaze to roam over him. Sculpted muscles were toned perfectly, and as I ran my hands over their smooth and hard planes, he drew in a harsh breath.
"It's my turn to gamble."
I almost laughed as he drove me against the wall, his hands tugging eagerly at my clothing. Pretty soon, I was left in my underwear. "Roses," he sighed.
I giggled, and he raised an eyebrow. "Packaged, Heero." I hooked an arm around his waist and pulled him closer, feeling his cloth tight erection. Oh, but I wasn't about to undress him. Yet. First, I wanted to play. I wanted to tease.
"Look Heero," I whispered. He looked at me. "We'd make too much noise. That'll make Milliardo suspect something is up. First, we have to make sure he doesn't."
Heero sighed. "Actually, he had this place bugged."
"WHAT?"
He put a finger to my lips. Then he cut his glance toward a particularly dark corner of the room. Set up there was a small camera, rotating slowly, focusing here and there. There was another, right across the room from it.
"How're we going to do this?" I whispered frantically. I was wet already. I needed this.
"No problem." He looked like he would smile. But of course, he didn't. He lowered his hands to my waist and rested there, his big hands cupping over the curve. "You see, those cameras take thirty seconds to rotate. It'll guarantee us enough free time."
He stood a little further from me. "So if we stand right here...we'd have forty seconds of complete privacy."
"Not nearly enough, no." He rocked me against him, letting me feel his erection. Finally, I moaned and lowered his face to mine and kissed him, forcing my way into his mouth and beginning a duel. His hand slipped down to my underwear and cupped my heat. I gasped against his lips as he prodded me slowly.
"Mm...wet."
He massaged me slowly, setting me on fire, making my insides curl with the heat. I took revenge by sliding my hand slowly to flick out my tongue at a nipple and rolled it slowly, gripping it between my teeth and tugging. His hand twisted into my hair. "R-Relena," he gasped. I looked up slowly, suckling. "Five...four...three...two...one..." He nodded toward the cameras. "Dance."
I obeyed. Without removing my lips from his hardened brown nipple, I edged toward the door, until a finger slowly prodded me at my entrance. I gasped and stopped abruptly. "Wait. We still have time."
His free hand roamed to my breasts, massaging slowly. Add that to the other hand slowly rubbing my heat, and I was in paradise. My eyes rolled back, but I refused to go limp, even though I was feeling weak-kneed.
My hands slid to his back, down, down... I cupped his butt and pulled him to me, feelings his erection prodding at my panties. He gasped, and suddenly, something snapped in those blue eyes that looked down at me. His control snapped.
Triumph flooded me as he pulled toward the door, his hand still massaging my heat firmly. Cool air greeted us as we burst into the room, but at least we were in privacy. He pulled me toward a dark corner and pulled me to him.
His erection rubbed again at the cloth of my panties, demanding. I was willing enough.
His hand traveled from my warmth, damp, to the clasp of my bra, releasing it. Again, my bra clung to each of my breasts and hung there. Without further ado, he ripped it off, releasing my breasts into abandon. My hair swung loose around my slender frame, making it, it seemed, more tantalizing to him as he raked my body with his eyes.
He flung the bra away and it skidded, forgotten.
"You're over dressed," I whispered into his ear as he nibbled at my neck. I flicked out my tongue at his ear.
"Too right." But instead of undressing, his hand reached for my left breast and slowly passed his thumb over my nipple. I gasped and went limp in his arms. Electric...
"That's nothing, baby," he whispered, and he lowered his mouth to my breasts. My hands tugged at his hair, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He had pressed his back flat against the cold smooth wood, and I arched my neck, allowing his hungry mouth more access. He had taken everything he could of my left breast into his mouth, and his left hand was busy with my right, massaging the white mounds and repeatedly passing his finger over my hardened nipple.
I closed my eyes and stifled a cry of pleasure. This was GOOD...
I tugged at his belt impatiently. A thought flashed through my mind with annoyance as he continued to suckle my breasts. 'Whoever invented belts were really stupid,' I thought frantically. 'Did they make these things to delay these - things?'
My thoughts were incoherent as I babbled on endlessly. Finally, I tugged the belt away and slid off him, loosing the feel of his erection. I almost whimpered with the loss of its warmth. His pants fell to reveal a pair of boxers. Now only in underwear, we continued to kiss, tongues dueling, curling around each other.
I slid my tongue into his mouth for the - what time? I had lost count already. I tasted him cautiously. He tasted sweet and salty. Sugar and lemon. Mm.... He tasted like lemonade. Hungry, I thrust my tongue into his mouth, touching tips with his own, before he pushed back, unrelenting. His hand entangled in the soft waves of my hair, whereas my hand grasped his erection through his boxers.
He moaned as I slid my hand up and down. He was hard but soft at the same time. I tugged his boxers down and knelt before him. The hand tugging at my hair stopped, and he looked at me questioningly. "A favor for a favor."
I took him into my mouth, sliding the length up and down, passing the tip of my tongue over it. His hand grew tighter in my hair, but I didn't care. My head bobbed up and down, picking up a rhythm and my mouth moving with it. I gulped and pulled his length even further into my mouth, almost choking. I had never ever experienced this sort of thing before. I was still a virgin.
His pupils dilated as he stared into nothingness, his mouth open in a silent scream. I smiled, and at the moment, he came, the creamy fluid spilling. I lapped it up. Still lemonade. Still Heero. He screamed silently, a scream that rang in my ears.
He was mine.
Finally, he gently disengaged my mouth from his length and stood me up. I smiled at him, feeling his taste on my tongue and hungering for more. But not on my tongue. I needed it in me. Pushing...slowly...
Bending over, I tugged my underwear down and finally, I was exposed. Wet and damp. I watched as his member throbbed back to life. "We need to do something about that," I said softly, reaching out with a hand and tugging. His head lolled back, and he moaned.
"Relena," he panted, almost yelping with the pleasure. I moved my hand up and down, watching, fascinated, as his bare flesh hardened. "Couch...Relena...stop..."
I looked up and grinned at him. Then I passed my thumb over the tip of his fully alive erection. He yelped, a full yelp that rang in the air, but that didn't stop us. Rather, it made us more...
The thought was left unfinished as he grabbed me and pulled me to the couch, pushing me down. He loomed above me, uncertainty ringing in his eyes. I knew the question would come, and it did. "They say it hurts the first time."
"I know." My eyes pleaded. I wanted this. Couldn't he understand?
Light dawned in his eyes, and he leaned over, kissing me, settling between my legs, until he was on top of me, his back arched just a little to prevent him from sliding into my wet depths. My hands slid to his shoulder blades, then to the back of his neck. His hands were on either side of my shoulder, on the available space.
His lips roamed to my neck, and then down to the valley between my breasts, licking, teasing, nibbling. I groaned and grasped tightly at the hairs of his neck. His tongue flicked onto my nipples again, making me squeal as it circled the hardness like a predator. His eyes were closed, obviously enjoying, taking his time.
"Heero," I whispered. "Now."
His eyes snapped open, and I suddenly shrugged my shoulders against his supporting hand. It slid off the couch with lightning speed, before he had time to react, making his weight fall on top of me, and suddenly...he slid into me with a bang. His eyes jerked open fully, surprised. Pain tore through me as my virginal barrier gave way.
My eyes watered as the pain traveled through my legs, setting my bones on fire. He bent over me, concerned, and brushed away a tear leaking out of the corner of my eye. "Did I hurt you?"
Then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. I shook my head, wiping the tears away. Heero moved experimentally, and I almost screamed with the pleasure. "Move..."
He obeyed, moving slowly, than faster and faster, making circles. Suddenly, he pulled almost fully out of me, and then slid back with such force that I was rammed against the couch. My fingers grasped the back of his neck painfully, digging into the skin, but he didn't seem to mind. He drove it into me again and again, moving in slow circles before withdrawing then coming back again.
He filled me, stretching me to my fullest, my wet depths screaming, pleasure firing through every bone with each thrust, each twist. It was, to quote someone I knew but could barely remember in the current situation I was in, Heaven's Hell. Pleasure. Pain. All mixed together in one package.
Yours truly, I thought, dazed. My hands slid to his buttocks, digging him deeper into me, massaging them. I hugged him to me, desperate for more. He moved slowly, fast, and deliberate. It was torturing, and I wondered vaguely if he had done this before.
He caught my eye and shook his head slowly, as if reading my thoughts.
Then his lips were on mine, bruising and harsh, but I laughed against them, and then gasped as his tongue slid into my mouth with a jolt again. He ran the tip of his tongue over my teeth gently and prodded my tongue, teasing. He drew it out, curling with mine, into his mouth, where he toyed with it. Dodging his tongue playfully, I took the opportunity to slide my tongue underneath his, feeling the warmth.
He moaned against my lips, and I felt them vibrate. Pleasure took hold of me as I sensed the edge drawing nearer, his edge drawing nearer.
Grasping him again, I licked his neck, tasting the sweat and salt. He jerked into me again.
Suddenly, he exploded, emptying himself into me, but refusing to stop. He moved again and again, pleasuring me slowly, filling my need, until his mouth took a hold of my breasts, his eyes burning into mine. I closed my eyes and cried out as I came, my sweet liquid coating his shaft.
He slumped against me, panting with the exertion, and after a few minutes, drew away. I sat up, my eyes bright as I looked at him, lowering my hand to my wetness, cupping it. He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes. Then he reached for my hand and drew it to his lips, flicking his tongue out at the tips, tasting. It was an oddly erotic scene.
I giggled.
"Aishiteru, Relena."
"Aishiteru, Heero."
Music drifted out of one of the rooms, then some thumping and moaning. I giggled again. Looked like someone else was playing.
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Kinda exhausting to write lemons. But I like doing it. ^^
See ya...
Warnings: Continuation of Truth or Dare, with all the missing lemon scenes included, all the plot is gone for the first part, lemon, HxR, and your basic couples. Oh, yes, and it's not from Heero's view. Instead, it's from Relena's.
Authoress' notes: Okay, as I said, this has all the lemon scenes missing in part one of Truth or Dare. I decided to write this to get more practice for lemons. Don't forget, my second lemon only. Probably, it won't fit. They have...um, let's see, four couples: 1xR, 2xH, 6x9, 5xS. I'll divide them into those parts. Since it'll probably be boring if the lemons are all in one scene (i.e. the cabin) I'll see if I can vary the places. Better think of more scenes, by the way.
Truth or Dare
Part 2
Heero sat up, drawing his jean clad knees up to his chin, studying me. I smiled shyly at him and reached out a hand to caress the smooth skin of his cheek, his skin warm underneath my cold fingers. His eyes slid shut slowly.
"Can we go out some time, Relena?" he asked, his breathing ragged and uneven.
"Sure," I answered. Then I grinned. "If my brother allows it."
His eyes snapped open and pinned me under his gaze. "You're old enough to make your own decisions, Relena." Then he smiled, a small smile, but it was enough. He leaned toward me, easing a hand under the honey-blond hair that framed my face, pulling me towards him. Soon, he was so close, I could not see his face. All I saw was smooth skin and dark, Prussian blue eyes that drowned me in their depths, untamed brown hair falling into them. I couldn't see him fully. All I saw were his features, his planes and angles... All I saw was Heero.
I closed my eyes. I wanted to feel. There was no use seeing.
"Kiss me."
He obeyed, pressing his lips against mine obediently. His tongue touched my lips, and with no hesitation, I slid them open. His tongue slipped into my mouth and darted, tasting, nibbling. I suckled on his bottom lip firmly, biting down gently. His hands slid down to my waist and rested there, their warmth against my skirt.
My hands traveled upward, caressing his cheeks again, and then down to lay flat on his chest. My tongue, loosing all shyness, came out of my cavern, which he was exploring, and traced the outline of his lips, dipping into his mouth. I explored his moist cavern, the edges of his mouth, drawing a deep sigh from him.
Meanwhile, my hands were busy. I had unbuttoned half of his polo when he pulled away, regarding me thoughtfully. His hair was tousled, and he looked even more cuter than I could imagine.
He touched my lips tenderly with a finger. "How would you like it?"
I smiled langurously, my mind lost. "Anywhere, Heero." I felt a twinge of guilt as I remembered my boyfriend. Aw, damn him to hell, I thought as Heero bore down on me. His kisses became harsh, pressing against mine with determination, and I fought back, my hands frantically tugging at his shirt.
He lifted me up without removing his face from mine with his two arms, and I hooked my arms around his neck, giggling silently. His polo shirt was fully unbuttoned, and I pushed it off his shoulders, tracing the skin I uncovered.
He shivered and hissed as I played with his nipples. "You don't play fair," he whispered.
In answer, he dropped me to the floor, but my arms remained around his neck. "Who ever said I did?" I said softly, pulling his face down. I pulled his shirt downwards even more, and broke away, allowing my gaze to roam over him. Sculpted muscles were toned perfectly, and as I ran my hands over their smooth and hard planes, he drew in a harsh breath.
"It's my turn to gamble."
I almost laughed as he drove me against the wall, his hands tugging eagerly at my clothing. Pretty soon, I was left in my underwear. "Roses," he sighed.
I giggled, and he raised an eyebrow. "Packaged, Heero." I hooked an arm around his waist and pulled him closer, feeling his cloth tight erection. Oh, but I wasn't about to undress him. Yet. First, I wanted to play. I wanted to tease.
"Look Heero," I whispered. He looked at me. "We'd make too much noise. That'll make Milliardo suspect something is up. First, we have to make sure he doesn't."
Heero sighed. "Actually, he had this place bugged."
"WHAT?"
He put a finger to my lips. Then he cut his glance toward a particularly dark corner of the room. Set up there was a small camera, rotating slowly, focusing here and there. There was another, right across the room from it.
"How're we going to do this?" I whispered frantically. I was wet already. I needed this.
"No problem." He looked like he would smile. But of course, he didn't. He lowered his hands to my waist and rested there, his big hands cupping over the curve. "You see, those cameras take thirty seconds to rotate. It'll guarantee us enough free time."
He stood a little further from me. "So if we stand right here...we'd have forty seconds of complete privacy."
"Not nearly enough, no." He rocked me against him, letting me feel his erection. Finally, I moaned and lowered his face to mine and kissed him, forcing my way into his mouth and beginning a duel. His hand slipped down to my underwear and cupped my heat. I gasped against his lips as he prodded me slowly.
"Mm...wet."
He massaged me slowly, setting me on fire, making my insides curl with the heat. I took revenge by sliding my hand slowly to flick out my tongue at a nipple and rolled it slowly, gripping it between my teeth and tugging. His hand twisted into my hair. "R-Relena," he gasped. I looked up slowly, suckling. "Five...four...three...two...one..." He nodded toward the cameras. "Dance."
I obeyed. Without removing my lips from his hardened brown nipple, I edged toward the door, until a finger slowly prodded me at my entrance. I gasped and stopped abruptly. "Wait. We still have time."
His free hand roamed to my breasts, massaging slowly. Add that to the other hand slowly rubbing my heat, and I was in paradise. My eyes rolled back, but I refused to go limp, even though I was feeling weak-kneed.
My hands slid to his back, down, down... I cupped his butt and pulled him to me, feelings his erection prodding at my panties. He gasped, and suddenly, something snapped in those blue eyes that looked down at me. His control snapped.
Triumph flooded me as he pulled toward the door, his hand still massaging my heat firmly. Cool air greeted us as we burst into the room, but at least we were in privacy. He pulled me toward a dark corner and pulled me to him.
His erection rubbed again at the cloth of my panties, demanding. I was willing enough.
His hand traveled from my warmth, damp, to the clasp of my bra, releasing it. Again, my bra clung to each of my breasts and hung there. Without further ado, he ripped it off, releasing my breasts into abandon. My hair swung loose around my slender frame, making it, it seemed, more tantalizing to him as he raked my body with his eyes.
He flung the bra away and it skidded, forgotten.
"You're over dressed," I whispered into his ear as he nibbled at my neck. I flicked out my tongue at his ear.
"Too right." But instead of undressing, his hand reached for my left breast and slowly passed his thumb over my nipple. I gasped and went limp in his arms. Electric...
"That's nothing, baby," he whispered, and he lowered his mouth to my breasts. My hands tugged at his hair, and my legs wrapped around his waist. He had pressed his back flat against the cold smooth wood, and I arched my neck, allowing his hungry mouth more access. He had taken everything he could of my left breast into his mouth, and his left hand was busy with my right, massaging the white mounds and repeatedly passing his finger over my hardened nipple.
I closed my eyes and stifled a cry of pleasure. This was GOOD...
I tugged at his belt impatiently. A thought flashed through my mind with annoyance as he continued to suckle my breasts. 'Whoever invented belts were really stupid,' I thought frantically. 'Did they make these things to delay these - things?'
My thoughts were incoherent as I babbled on endlessly. Finally, I tugged the belt away and slid off him, loosing the feel of his erection. I almost whimpered with the loss of its warmth. His pants fell to reveal a pair of boxers. Now only in underwear, we continued to kiss, tongues dueling, curling around each other.
I slid my tongue into his mouth for the - what time? I had lost count already. I tasted him cautiously. He tasted sweet and salty. Sugar and lemon. Mm.... He tasted like lemonade. Hungry, I thrust my tongue into his mouth, touching tips with his own, before he pushed back, unrelenting. His hand entangled in the soft waves of my hair, whereas my hand grasped his erection through his boxers.
He moaned as I slid my hand up and down. He was hard but soft at the same time. I tugged his boxers down and knelt before him. The hand tugging at my hair stopped, and he looked at me questioningly. "A favor for a favor."
I took him into my mouth, sliding the length up and down, passing the tip of my tongue over it. His hand grew tighter in my hair, but I didn't care. My head bobbed up and down, picking up a rhythm and my mouth moving with it. I gulped and pulled his length even further into my mouth, almost choking. I had never ever experienced this sort of thing before. I was still a virgin.
His pupils dilated as he stared into nothingness, his mouth open in a silent scream. I smiled, and at the moment, he came, the creamy fluid spilling. I lapped it up. Still lemonade. Still Heero. He screamed silently, a scream that rang in my ears.
He was mine.
Finally, he gently disengaged my mouth from his length and stood me up. I smiled at him, feeling his taste on my tongue and hungering for more. But not on my tongue. I needed it in me. Pushing...slowly...
Bending over, I tugged my underwear down and finally, I was exposed. Wet and damp. I watched as his member throbbed back to life. "We need to do something about that," I said softly, reaching out with a hand and tugging. His head lolled back, and he moaned.
"Relena," he panted, almost yelping with the pleasure. I moved my hand up and down, watching, fascinated, as his bare flesh hardened. "Couch...Relena...stop..."
I looked up and grinned at him. Then I passed my thumb over the tip of his fully alive erection. He yelped, a full yelp that rang in the air, but that didn't stop us. Rather, it made us more...
The thought was left unfinished as he grabbed me and pulled me to the couch, pushing me down. He loomed above me, uncertainty ringing in his eyes. I knew the question would come, and it did. "They say it hurts the first time."
"I know." My eyes pleaded. I wanted this. Couldn't he understand?
Light dawned in his eyes, and he leaned over, kissing me, settling between my legs, until he was on top of me, his back arched just a little to prevent him from sliding into my wet depths. My hands slid to his shoulder blades, then to the back of his neck. His hands were on either side of my shoulder, on the available space.
His lips roamed to my neck, and then down to the valley between my breasts, licking, teasing, nibbling. I groaned and grasped tightly at the hairs of his neck. His tongue flicked onto my nipples again, making me squeal as it circled the hardness like a predator. His eyes were closed, obviously enjoying, taking his time.
"Heero," I whispered. "Now."
His eyes snapped open, and I suddenly shrugged my shoulders against his supporting hand. It slid off the couch with lightning speed, before he had time to react, making his weight fall on top of me, and suddenly...he slid into me with a bang. His eyes jerked open fully, surprised. Pain tore through me as my virginal barrier gave way.
My eyes watered as the pain traveled through my legs, setting my bones on fire. He bent over me, concerned, and brushed away a tear leaking out of the corner of my eye. "Did I hurt you?"
Then, just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. I shook my head, wiping the tears away. Heero moved experimentally, and I almost screamed with the pleasure. "Move..."
He obeyed, moving slowly, than faster and faster, making circles. Suddenly, he pulled almost fully out of me, and then slid back with such force that I was rammed against the couch. My fingers grasped the back of his neck painfully, digging into the skin, but he didn't seem to mind. He drove it into me again and again, moving in slow circles before withdrawing then coming back again.
He filled me, stretching me to my fullest, my wet depths screaming, pleasure firing through every bone with each thrust, each twist. It was, to quote someone I knew but could barely remember in the current situation I was in, Heaven's Hell. Pleasure. Pain. All mixed together in one package.
Yours truly, I thought, dazed. My hands slid to his buttocks, digging him deeper into me, massaging them. I hugged him to me, desperate for more. He moved slowly, fast, and deliberate. It was torturing, and I wondered vaguely if he had done this before.
He caught my eye and shook his head slowly, as if reading my thoughts.
Then his lips were on mine, bruising and harsh, but I laughed against them, and then gasped as his tongue slid into my mouth with a jolt again. He ran the tip of his tongue over my teeth gently and prodded my tongue, teasing. He drew it out, curling with mine, into his mouth, where he toyed with it. Dodging his tongue playfully, I took the opportunity to slide my tongue underneath his, feeling the warmth.
He moaned against my lips, and I felt them vibrate. Pleasure took hold of me as I sensed the edge drawing nearer, his edge drawing nearer.
Grasping him again, I licked his neck, tasting the sweat and salt. He jerked into me again.
Suddenly, he exploded, emptying himself into me, but refusing to stop. He moved again and again, pleasuring me slowly, filling my need, until his mouth took a hold of my breasts, his eyes burning into mine. I closed my eyes and cried out as I came, my sweet liquid coating his shaft.
He slumped against me, panting with the exertion, and after a few minutes, drew away. I sat up, my eyes bright as I looked at him, lowering my hand to my wetness, cupping it. He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes. Then he reached for my hand and drew it to his lips, flicking his tongue out at the tips, tasting. It was an oddly erotic scene.
I giggled.
"Aishiteru, Relena."
"Aishiteru, Heero."
Music drifted out of one of the rooms, then some thumping and moaning. I giggled again. Looked like someone else was playing.
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Kinda exhausting to write lemons. But I like doing it. ^^
See ya...
