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"No way! This is too much fun!" She dug her fingertips in his armpit and tickled more, until he was kicking aimlessly in the air in an effort to stop screaming with laughter.
"You asked for this!" He used the tented shirt to catch her head and she hooted with laughter and licked one of his nipples. It had only been as a distraction and while it worked, it hit Hizashi hard on top of all the tickling. He yanked the shirt back, pulled it up over his head and tossed it beside them. It was the first time he'd been this exposed in front of her, and it felt right.
She sighed and cuddled closer, her hands splaying across his ribcage. "I love your scent." She traced his muscles around his upper chest, fiddling lovingly with the small mat of golden chest hair he sported in the very middle.
"Ah..." Hizashi cleared his throat, biting his lower lip adorably. "Mmm, baby, if you keep messing with me like this I'm gonna lose it."
"Oh, yeah?" She traced low on his belly, and he groaned. "I like the way you sound. I keep finding all these good spots," she noted, nibbling on his collarbone. "I bet I can find better ones." Her fingertips rubbed dangerously close to the intense ball of fire that was his groin.
"Uh." He blushed extremely hard all of a sudden. "W - wait, don't ..." For a moment there, he had been terrified he was going to come in his pants like a kid.
"Do you want me to, Zashi?" She raised one eyebrow at him, staring into his eyes.
"Touch me there? Babygirl, I want you to touch me everywhere. But ... wait, wait!"
"Hush, handsome. And relax," she purred into the shell of his ear. He gasped as he felt her fingertips tracing the dusting of blond hair that trailed downwards and dipping into his navel despite his warning. His abdomen jerked wildly at her touch.
"Your hands -" he choked.
"Mmm," she sighed. "You're so hot."
"Your hands!" His neck strained backwards on the couch as she touched the bulge in his slacks and softly rubbed. "So ...good!" Oh, god, he thought, if this is through two layers of cloth, what's it gonna feel like without?
"Oh, Zashi." The whisper of his zipper seemed very loud in the room. He shoved his underwear and pants out of the way impatiently and she smiled, seeing his body was more than ready. She stroked once along the length of his stiff member, admiring him. His erection jutted out from a bristling patch of gold, curving up towards his belly in his excitement. A small trickle of fluid glistened along the tip and she carefully rubbed it with a fingertip. Hizashi threw an arm across his mouth at the naked touch but she reached up and pulled it gently away.
"Babe, I'm gonna be too loud," he protested weakly.
"It's okay," she murmured, leaning closer as her hand moved in a leisurely fashion, unimpeded by the clothes puddled around his knees. "You can do it."
"Mffft!" He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, the muffled cries of pleasure growing more urgent. She experimented with strokes and touches, now ticklish, sometimes a little rougher. Hizashi was in a state of constant upheaval. Elly cupped and gently squeezed the head of his member, causing him to flinch wildly with a hoarse gasp.
"Zashi? Okay?"
"Yes yes yes don't stop," he croaked. "Again! Do that again!" She kissed his cheek and gripped a little tighter. Hizashi's face crumpled and he wailed, pressing his head to her shoulder. "Ah god, baby, what you do to me!" More fluids bubbled up from the tip and she used them to lubricate her strokes, moving faster. He shivered, pushing his hot face against her and muffling his cries with her body. Far sooner than he would have liked he was moaning in short, hard little puffs, losing himself for a few wild moments as his pleasure built to an excruciating pitch. His eyes began to tear as his hips thrust in several hard, jerking motions. "Mmm, ahhh!"
So good... so damned good.
Hizashi blinked a few times, coming to and realizing although his pants were okay, her hands, his stomach and part of the floor wasn't. He choked a little and reached blindly out to grab a box of tissues from an end table. "Sorry," he gasped.
"What for?" She took a bunch and wiped her hands.
"I, err... well. Just give me a minute or two, okay?" His chest was heaving and he tossed his batch of wadded up tissues carelessly onto the floor beside them with a soft groan.
"Sure, but for what?"
Her confusion seemed to concern him. He tucked himself back in and up, zipping his pants with a grunt. "Baby, I know you're just as turned on - or more -- than I was. I'm not gonna leave you hangin'." He paused. "Unless you don't want me to, I really wanna make you feel as good - or better -- as you did me." He took his glasses off and placed them next to the box of tissues.
"Oh, serious," she murmured.
"Very," he breathed. "Now let's see about these pants." He wriggled his finger inside after he unzipped them.
"You're going to have to pull them off, Zashi..."
"Mm hmm. I see that." He paused. "So that's okay?"
"Yes." She smiled happily at him. "More than okay."
"Oh boy." Once undressed from the waist down, she was blushing but ready for his touch. Hizashi went straight for the batch of purple hair and stroked. "Uh oh," he murmured in a low voice. His finger slipped easily inside her while she moaned. "I am a naughty boy, aren't I? I made you this wet."
"So playful," Elly shivered approvingly with a smile. "I knew it. Well?"
"Well what?" He continued to swirl his finger around, teasing more and more pleasure from her. He had experience from their previous tryst and he tried new things, learning her sweetest spots quickly and teasing just around the edges.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm gonna make you sing, baby," he whispered, his green eyes staring deeply into her own with more intensity now that he'd taken his glasses off. He knew just how deep a spell he could place on her with his eyes and speech. Now he could add more in his relentless attack on her senses, and he was going to enjoy every last second of it as much as she was. He entered her with another finger, thrusting in rhythm with her softly rising hips.
"Oh god," she husked, arching her back as her hands and feet curled tightly. "Hizashi."
"You want more, baby?" He kept the teasing motion going, cautiously adding another finger for a total of three. Her muscles tightened around them greedily, sucking them in and begging for more, more.
"Nnngh, Zashi!"
"I don't know, baby," he teased, "You don't look like my fingers are enough. But it's good, right? Nice and easy, and slo-o-o-oow." He sang the last in a gentle voice, laying his lips on her neck so she could hear the curious vibration he was making in the back of his throat.
"So sweet," she whimpered.
"I can be sweeter," he whispered. "I can give you more. Like this." He bent and kissed the trembling skin of her thigh. "And this..." He trailed kisses towards his working hand, still humming and hoping she didn't quite understand what this all meant. His hand moved gentler now, slower, and she whined in desperation.
Her reaction would be far better if it were a surprise.
She was his everything, like no one had been, this silly, fluffy cat lady that he enjoyed spending so much of his time with. He wanted to give her something special, to show her a technique he'd always wanted to try but never quite had the courage to pull off. He kissed even closer to his fingers, then used those slippery digits to carefully uncover her plump, ultra-sensitive clitoris. Smiling, he stretched his tongue out and slid it the entire length of her hot slit while staying away from that exposed upper top.
Elly squeaked. Her throat almost completely closed up and her thighs gave a shivering jerk at this wonderful, unexpected sensation. She looked incredulously down to see her boyfriend's blond head bobbing between her legs as he hungrily dipped his tongue in, out and around her sex. He was moaning, too, as if he were enjoying himself as much as she was! It was too much. She fell back onto the floor, eyes closed, face burning and mouth open, gasping huge lungfuls of air. On each exhale she would moan, getting progressively louder as he fluttered close around the edges of her pleasure center. Her legs raised themselves and straddled his middle, raising herself so he could have even better access.
"God, baby," he ground out, "You're freaking delicious."
"Zashi!" She bit her lip.
"I mean it. Mmnn, god, you make a honey I can't get enough of." He noisily slurped and she swallowed hard, her desire outweighing what might have become embarrassment at the bold statement. "All right, though," he sighed wistfully. "Time for my baby to come."
Her ears laid crazily on either sides of her head, she choked out a quivering breath and gave vent to the most amazing, inarticulate cry when Hizashi displayed the reason for his humming earlier. He wrapped his soft lips around her clit, creating a seal, and oh-so-carefully thrummed his vocal cords in a way he knew only he could.
It was worth it. It had definitely been worth it. She had never been suspecting something like this, and who would? Hizashi was better than the world's best vibrator and better yet, he could alter his speed as he saw fit. She shrieked, losing herself so completely that the neighbors complained about his cat the next day. She couldn't speak and he understood, just listened to the intensity of her cries to know how far to push. When she began sobbing, her hands threading through his hair and shamelessly pulling him towards her, he had pity and sped things up. He was rewarded by her legs squeezing him tightly as she shook through what he hoped was a very good orgasm. He closed his eyes and kissed her there, lapping easily until she stopped riding his waist and fell all the way back, completely limp.
He untangled himself from their twisted mass of arms, legs and tail and stood happily staring at her. One hand came up to wipe his lips and he grinned when she cracked an eyelid open and smiled at him.
"Be right back," he grinned, putting the glasses he had scooped up back on. "D'ya need anything right now?"
"Nnn." She shook her head dazedly.
Hizashi headed into the bathroom to wash up and toss the soiled wads of tissue, whistling cheerfully. He had another raging erection, but by damn he was going to ignore it. The look on her face had been priceless, and he wanted to end this date on the highest of high notes possible.
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