When he reached the top of the stairs he saw the entire upper level was open; a gorgeous area surrounded on one side with huge windows. It was dark enough by now that the lights came on when he walked up with Elly starting to lift her head from his shoulder. There was a small kitchen and dining area on the west side, and a couple of doors suggesting pantries, closets, and possibly a bathroom. The east side past the huge living room had only one door since the bedroom had a master bath inside the suite. Everything was warm and homey, with polished wood floors, throw rugs and everything else one expected in a mountain retreat.
He really didn't think too much of it; Aizawa was a simple man. If it pleased her it made him happy, though. He took in the layout for purely logical purposes, noting the rooms and weak points of defense.
He tried, but she didn't make it to the bedroom. Elly had held out amazingly well if what Seimei said was true, but was finally at her limit. Her body slithered out of his arms to kneel in front of him on the carpet at the foot of the stairs, hands gripping his hips under the robe. Aizawa choked on a lungful of air as she went directly for him, mouth sucking on his flaccid member with overwhelming eagerness. He shrugged his bathrobe off and kicked it aside, his brow drawn as he felt an odd sensation of heat pooling in his groin instead of pressure like normal. This was <i>definitely</i> going to be different than sex like he was used to.
After a few moments she slipped him out of her mouth, crying out with delight at his growing erection. Her nails dug into his skin, flexing and starting to claw when he didn't move fast enough for her liking.
"Calm down," he gasped. "I promise I'll make you feel good, just... quit trying to tear me apart."
Elly sank down to the floor on her back, staring up at him with greedy lust, her robe open. He took one deep breath and laid heavily on her, calming her with the sensation of his body on her own.
"Sho..."
"It's okay." He guided himself to her heat with one hand, angling slightly. "Oh, shit," he groaned as he thrust, stunned by the strange sensation in his groin. "<i>Ches</i>." His movement faltered for a brief moment as the tingling in his lower belly grew. It was unnerving, but he threw himself back into action, keeping a slow, steady pace. He soon noticed that she was at war with herself; torn between losing herself to the pleasure and holding back for his safety. Her nails dug sharply into his back and then just as quickly jerked away while she whimpered and tossed her head.
"So <i>good</i> to me," she groaned, fingers twining restlessly in his hair. "Don't want to h - hurt."
"Shh, my queen. It's fine." Aizawa decided to give her something to focus on. "I want you to look into my eyes the whole time - right until the very end."
"<i>Sexy</i>," Elly breathed shakily as she obeyed. She shivered at his loud, roughened voice. He was close, so close and his dark pupils huge with passion. His head lolled forward, strands of dark hair that escaped from the messy bun sticking to his sweaty neck and face. He snarled with pleasure when their eyes met and shuddered.
"Look at me, kitten," he growled, panting. "<i>Look at me</i>!"
The tension in her belly grew to an unbearable level. Aizawa flipped his sweaty hair back with a toss of his head and moved faster, baring his teeth as he gave it his all. The couple slid several feet along the shiny wooden floor until he firmly planted his palms down as anchors. This meant he couldn't hold her but he made up for it with a series of wet, deep kisses.
Mating sex really was the most intense and she screamed when she came, clinging to him desperately. He was not far behind, but his orgasm was noticeably different from any she witnessed before. His breathing hitched, thrusts faltering, and Elly saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
She was coherent for the moment after being sated, so she cupped the back of his neck in one palm and encouraged him with a smile. "I need you to come for me. I'm watching."
Aizawa shuddered with a grimace on his reddened features. "I - I'm not sure I can ...no, oh my god. <i>Unghh</i>!"
"Yes," she sighed.
"<i>Fuck</i> that's weird," he rasped between clenched teeth. "Aaahhh, Ches, it's so hot. I'm..!" He thrust forward once more and broke his gaze from hers, head drooping. His dark hair was almost completely free now, and it tickled her shoulders and neck as he kissed her fondly.
"Better?"
He snorted. "I should be asking <i>you</i>."
"Well, I am, for now."
Aizawa pulled out from her warmth with a wet sound. "We're both a mess," he murmured as he rubbed at the back of his sweat-soaked neck. "Let's say we get cleaned up before you need another round."
"Bathroom is in the suite over there."
He picked her up and carried her inside the bedroom. The bed here was surprisingly simple, large but with a thick wooden frame. The sheets were plain as well, and a tall stack of fresh ones sat on top of a linen chest nearby, along with a door set in the wall. He frowned and when she saw where he was looking she blushed a little.
"That's a laundry chute," she explained. "It's easier to change clothing and sheets that way."
He grunted amiably and entered the bathroom. This was considerably more opulent, as he knew she enjoyed the water, even if it was only a bath. This shower and tub combo wasn't as large as the one at the house, more like a two person jacuzzi at best. It had pleasant bubbles and a color changing light, however, which made the water more relaxing. He set her down in the seat on the far end as he rummaged around for supplies.
"Do you want scented bubbles?"
Elly rolled her neck to the side to watch as he gestured to the open cabinets. He was glad to see she was pliant, her body limp. She hummed quietly to herself, thinking that he looked very attractive as he was, nude and hunched over with a thoughtful expression. He absently ran a hand through his hair, working it all free of what was left of the bun to fall down his back.
"Any ocean scents?"
Aizawa gave her a rather dry look. "Ches, there's almost ten different types, ranging from 'sea breeze to the ridiculously named 'pink sands', whatever that means."
"Oooh, pick the pink one, baby."
He chuckled and brought over a small vial. "You hold it. I'll run the water."
After the water was bubbling, the sweet scent of the bath oil rising from the steam, he settled in beside her. Elly reached out for him, sliding her slippery arms around his neck. When he turned to face her he saw she was blushing again, her pupils blown wide.
"So much for getting clean first," he sighed. "No, <i>no</i> - don't you dare pout at me, kitten. That's ...shit. It's too damned cute." She shivered as he pulled her into his lap. "Getting fussy again? Let me take care of you."
Elly shifted on his lap, obviously feeling his lack of erection and disgruntled because of it. "Are you going to..?"
He shook his head. "Sorry, love, but no drug or spell can shrink my refractory time this much. It's only been ten minutes or so and I'm not that young anymore. You'll just have to put up with my fingers." She moaned, and he grinned and beckoned her forward. "Give me your neck." He bit the mating mark yet again, holding the skin gently in his teeth as he reached between her legs.
It didn't take long, and afterward they were able to wash up and enjoy a nap together.
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