A Night for Them
Just a short bit of fun. Enjoy. :)
Sky.
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Chapter One
A Night for Them
Romance or Passion?
They had been busy, so busy. Hina had been running, back and forth, back and forth. They've been so busy that she was starting to pine for his touch. A small sort of quiver rushed along her spine as yet again she thought of his thick, rigid member pulsing within her heated core and resting against her deepest depths, pulsing, and then ramming over and over within her while she squealed and writhed. Her face had been flush well throughout the day, folds had been soaked, throbbing so badly and begging for relief that the ache hurt.
Ryder said he'd handle clean up after dinner, so Hina turned for the bedroom, mocking a very weary expression. They usually had gone straight to bed these days, so busy with the shop during the consistent peek blade season with Hina working at the forge. A mini skirt, plaid, and right up her hips and resting right at the top of her thighs was slid on, knee high stockings and a garter belt were also added. Upon her torso, she completed the "schoolgirl" look, a button up shirt loosely buttoned, far too tight around her bosom was tossed on, bursting at the top and along the line of buttons, it was the design of the shirt.
It was obvious, very obvious that there was not a lick of panties upon Hina, no thong, no bra, nothing but soaking, aching slit dripping and eager for Ryder, she was aching just for him. At the last moment, she opened her top, bringing one breast after the other to drape over the shirt while she lay out upon the bed. Legs open, thighs wide, toes curled, and fingers slipping between her slit, middle finger buried in her slit before she let it release, a heavy moan would pour from the bedroom and down towards Ryder in the kitchen.
There had been a lot of nights they had went to bed early. Though sleep wasn't exactly always right away found. Being young and full of energy usually had brought urges to the man, urges he filled with or without company. Though it was always better with. If only he knew just what was happening upstairs.
He wouldn't have been taking as much time as he was, which even without the pleasant surprise looming, hadn't been exactly slow. It was probably odd though at the time, he wasn't thinking about sex. Well that was a lie, considering the male brain, but it was definitely a topic not in the forefront of his mind. Amazingly enough that had been the dishes, which were nearly done when he started wondering where Hina had run off too.
He'd said he was going to handle it, but he was hoping she would have stuck around, talked, and eventually probably helped without him asking. She was sweet to him like that, which he loved. He was going to love her even more when he made his way upstairs, the moan coming from that direction piquing his interest. "Huh?"
He mumbled lightly, looking to the source of the sound as he placed a dish in the rack. "Hina?" The name was said much too softly to even be heard from someone in the kitchen, much less in the bedroom, but it was more of a curious musing than an actual call of her name. Perhaps he was just... hearing things. That may have been it. Another item was pulled from the soapy water, his hands beginning to scrub along it's smooth lines.
That gave her time to think actually. Quite a bit of time to rework her thought processes. What ifs coming and going while she processed. Two fingers slid within her swollen slit, the juices lightly squirting up around her knuckles and stirring a reaction. Hina grunted, gasped out, then quivered, folds throbbing and tightening like a vice around the intruders.
When he didn't come she rocked her fingers out, curling her fingers in the process to hit that sweet spot. Lips parted open and the loudest of cry left her lips. "Ahnnnnhhaaa!!" Pleasure echoing down the stairs and soon accompanied by, "Ry-Ryyydeerrr!!"
However, how finely laced that pleasure was sounded, it was sure to sound like distress, wasn't it? That'd get him running, quickly. Fingers bucked inwards and to aid the worrying sounds she screamed, allowing her ache to take fool control of her vocalizations.
Ryder had put the next dish in the rack, or was about to before it slipped from his grasp, crashing to the floor. Was that... a cry of pain? A scream? His name? Just what in the hell was going on up there. The moan itself had somewhere inside of him made him worried before, but only slightly as when he wasn't sure if he had heard it.
This was different, he had definitely heard something. Without saying as much as one word, his blood was pumping the adrenaline that had begun to surge into his veins.
Quickly, which was actually pretty fast for him, he bounded through the kitchen and to the stairs and up them. Into the door, whether it be open, closed, locked or blocked, he made his way through it, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight before him. She wasn't in danger at all, except for now becoming the victim of a very dirty, very erotic scene that was bubbling up in his mind.
"H-Hina..." He stuttered with instantly dry lips and throat as the words tried to find their way out.
Hips had rolled forwards and arched right has he had entered the room. Blonde hair had fallen off her shoulders and down upon the bed as her lips gaped open. Another flow of honey had coated her fingers and her palm while she pushed on towards him. Pink slit was now a swollen, hungry red, and the honey-esque smell that came from her arousal had filled the room. Pheromones filled the room, circled around her and him for that matter.
Both eyes locked on him, the fingers slowly slid from her soaked cunt and those fingers moved to her lips. She suckled them clean one by one as her pinky finger wiggled at him. Legs were wide in invitation, eagerly showing herself in a wide come and get me gesture. She was tired of early sleep time, tonight was their night to let go and play. It was their time.
He was lost before the pheromones hit him, but he had been paralyzed. It was when her scent filled his nostrils that he moved. It was like the whole thing had been planned, or at least was unfolding extremely well under his random movements.
A step here, a buckle undone there, the zipper and button coming down in such a teasing manner as he approached the bed. His own hunger was visible in his face, and in his clear blue eyes. Stepping out of his shoes with just a little nudge of his toes at their ankles, the pants were slipped off next.
Hina wasn't the only one going commando, but he'd made the choice earlier in the day. His exposed arousal was still in the midst of growing, but that was easy to fix with a few, tender strokes of a certain, moist appendage. It was clear what he wanted first when he straddled her chest, pulling off his shirt to free him of clothing completely, an expectant look down to her as he bit his lip, staring at her mouth.
Hina drew in breath after breath, watching him undress, but even when he approached she knew what she was doing, and what she was going to do to him. She leaned upwards as he straddled her chest, and did the one thing he had wanted, but even before he stared at those pink pouted lips.
Lips closed around his throbbing member right as his stare met her lips. Her tongue flicked over his tip, warm and welcoming. Her head bobbed down his length and swallowed his heat whole. The tip soon was brushing against the hot back of her moist throat. The tongue twirled, bumpy side flicking over his length and then the smooth bottom side shortly after.
One hand lifted, coaxing and teasing his sac, eager to warm him up, eager to have him aching as much as she had all day long for him. She wanted to show him just how much ache was running through her, her mouth suckling him hungry, wantingly.
A hand had brushed over her cheek, caressing to the back of her head and entangling with some of the hair. "Ohhh." He His first soft sound of pleasure when she pulled him in. His fingers began teasing at her cheek, her jaw, her nose, even tracing around her lips and his hardening shaft when she had him inside.
"Looking for me, were you?" A grin attempted when he finally asked, the pleasure in his voice making it less comical, though she wasn't going to answer or laugh. Not yet, not if he had anything to say about it as he gently pressed but didn't quite force himself deeper into her throat.
"Ohhh fuck!" Another excited set of exclamations slipped out, his hips again moving forward only slightly. Soon though he had to stop, his mouth going wide as he throbbed. It was anything he could think of stop as he pulled from her mouth with his own forming a surprised grin at his near explosion.
"Jesus baby..." He whimpered, shifting down, his hips lowering near hers before he placed a kiss on her lips.
As he pulled from her lips a long line of her saliva left her lips until she licked those pink peddles. Golden eyes turned over his frame, from thighs, shaft, stomach, chest, and then to his face. Eyes locked with his even as he lowered over her, her lips pressing to his and arms pulling him in close to her.
Nails roamed over his skin, tracing the sides of his neck, over his shoulders, and along his back, all the while, her nipples grazing over his chest. They were plump, eager, erect, the hardened nubs presenting to his flesh and begging for much needed attention.
One hand, smooth and tender, slid down over his chest, down between the V of his hips and to that erect heated flesh. Thumbs teased the swollen tip, rigid shaft soon given a needy stroke of his flesh.
Finally she answered his question. "I wasn't looking for you... I need you." Her voice laced with such high ache, want, and desire.
He kissed her again, deeply. His tongue explored her mouth for a moment but he knew he needed to move, and pulled from her lips, saying one thing before making his way to attend her nipples.
"You have me." It was said, without a smile, it was more serious than that. Even in the heat of the moment, he had meant she had 'him.' For more than just sex, and even a hand around the shop. It meant all of that. He may as well have said those three words, but they were still hidden somewhat, now further blurred with the passion and physicality of the situation. Which was getting rough actually. Though more quick than painful.
Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he had pulled her hips into his, pressing the bottom of his shaft over her swollen lips. "And now I'm gonna give it all to you." That part was less full of emotion, with a wicked grin following it, and her nipple suckled and bit softly again.
Using a free hand, he moved hers away, teasing her slit again several times. It wasn't just to be mean however, he was trying to make it last for his girl. Just when he thought she was going to scream again, he slipped inside of her finally, closing his eyes with a whimper.
As if he had given her a gift, he teased."There you go baby." He pushed it to the hilt in one direct thrust, leaning back onto his knees and squeezing her breasts from above her.
As breasts were lifted by his grip, her swollen folds throbbed around his now deeply impaled shaft. Pleasure coursed through her, a hard moan rushing through her from swollen button, up her spine, and fogging her mind like a drug.
"R... RYDER!! Oh gods baby!" She exclaimed.
Each time was like the first with him, she made sure of that each and every time. Even then, his words hung in the air and she knew what they meant, she knew quite well that he was hers, that he would be there for her. He proved that by coming back to her after the few heart aching moments they had shared. When she felt his tip brush the deepest depths of her body a gargled groan left her, fingers moving and gripping to the bed.
Stocking covered toes curled and feet kicked in order to lift her legs and grind into his frame. Back arched upwards, breasts bouncing with a hard breath that over took her. "Oh.. Ryder.. Ryder... My beloved, sweet Ryder."
She didn't care if he was slow and passionate or hard and forceful, she wanted him every way possible. Dominated, loved, submissive, it didn't matter so long as he remember that she'd always be his through thick and thin. Each time molten core and swollen rod met like this, it was as if they were launched far away from the troubles of the shop, of the troubles between them, and sent deep within their own amazing world.
His fingers were turning into little soldiers, each one working on its own seemingly to manipulate and stimulate his angel lover's breasts. One by one they both formed cupping C shapes, squeezing at them until they slipped from his grasp.
"Hina... baby you feel so good." He cried, those ten little workers moving to pinch at her nipples, just hard enough to pull them a little with another thrust of his hips pressing as close as they could. He wanted to kiss her again, but on his knees had pulled her onto his lap instead of leaning down. He held her there a moment, just sitting on him, his mouth wide with her warmth surrounding his shaft.
His first motion was to push up into her, but he was holding himself up with his arms now, craning his neck just to kiss her. It was obvious he wanted her to ride him, but he wasn't saying anything yet. If she didn't get the picture, he was just going to have to make her see it more clearly in a minute.
Those legs bent on either side of her, throbbing folds squeezing at him in this craned position. He was still leaning over her at that moment, her hands gripping the bed while he let out a cry of his own excited pleasure. When he kissed her the fire boiled over and the first of climax after climax began to flow for the Angel. She made it known too; a long squeal of undeniable bliss burned through her, torched her insides and flooded those swollen walls, squeezing at his thick length like an unrelenting vice.
Heated, sweetened, and slick juices coated his length and dripped down along his sac even while she positioned herself over him in their heated embrace of lips. Nipples teased over his chest, breasts suddenly pushing in, squeezing into his rock hard flesh. Hips suddenly lifted and slammed down upon him, folds still clenching onto him for dear life.
He wanted to be ridden she was going to do so gladly. Her lips parted from his, leaning back as widened legs forced the tightened chamber to tense around him. Hands clasped to her breasts and roamed along them as she rocked, rolled, and moved over him in slow tormenting motions, one hand paying much needed attention to her tender nipples and aiding him to teasing the soft, pillow like mounds. The other hand had slid down, plucking and rubbing at the button like orb between her spreaded lips.
He was quivering with her tightness, her swollen clenching as she climaxed. It was so much and so good but he held it, for a moment. His pleasure was rocketing and his arms had little will to hold himself up much longer. For one moment, he somehow found the strength to hold himself with one arm, it had always been there, just lost in the passion.
He needed to take control of the situation again, or he was going to let her make him climax, which he was not having. Not just yet. With that free arm he wrapped it about her waist and pulled them both over in a 180 roll. With her legs already bent he grabbed her knees and pushed them to her chest.
"I don't think so." He challenged with a heated breath just above a whisper. Thrusting into her bent form he was able to go even deeper and it had felt amazing, but he had not thought of the fact beforehand.
"Fuck." A throaty growl of a word emitted through newly grinding teeth. "Hina..." Still gritted, his teeth were bared as he winced in pleasure. "I'm c-... ahhhh..."
No it was certainly too late now, though it didn't come just yet, it built for just a few more seconds and his hands moved under her arms to the backs of her shoulders, driving himself even deeper with his grip when he finally climaxed in that next spasm. He throbbed inside of her, continuing to drive himself deep before pulling back and spasming again into her. It was heaven, quite literally in some sense of the word, and he wasn't even sure if he could stop.
The angle, the bent tension while he probed her depths was enough to make the curled up Angel give a heated cry of pleasure. It felt as if he was filling her from top to bottom. As seed coaxed through her, molten jets pulsing and pouring within her, her own climax, another in what could be so many, torrented through her.
Wave after wave of pleasured bliss churned through her, the tide overflowing from her swollen slit. Like thick, creamy honey it coated at his shaft, his sac, and both their thighs; bubbling bliss pooling and dripping between their combined cocktail and onto the bed sheets beneath them. That miniskirt was not void of coating, oh no, at certain points it was sticky with the mess its owner and lover had created. Her shirt surely torn with their frantic movements.
For what could have been forever or just a few seconds under a minute, he had breathed ragged, trying to catch his breath the in aftermath of his actions. He had become this different man, even with the loss of breath, his hands so tender and slow as he pulled her legs from her chest one by one. Kneeling over her, he leaned down, sweat and pleasure still covering his features, a dazed look in his eyes with how she had made him feel. A soft, too short kiss was given.
"I..." He whispered, was he going to say it? The next kiss was just as soft, but a split second longer. "...never felt so amazing." When he felt like she was ready, he lowered himself against her, a hand moving up her side and to her cheek, caressing fingertips through her hair and to the back of her head, the next kiss placed, longer, and still soft, slow.
"I think..." Another whisper, another chance. "I'm crazy about you." Well it was almost the same.
Should she break her rule, her silence upon the issue and say it first? No, it was far too soon. As lips brushed hers, arms wrapped about him bringing his frame over hers and nestled against him. Soft caress and gentle breath pushed against his sweated flesh.
Sweet moans, sweet bliss left her for a lingering moment, his words making her heart throb to hear those words she refused to say until he had. Lips traced his shoulder, his neck, and paused below his ear so that she could murmur breathlessly. "Oh Ryder... Everything about you is amazing... I know I'm crazy about you." Gentle traces of her fingers moved over his shoulders and his chest, tracing the lines and contours that she could while she had him all to herself.
He relaxed against her side, melting into a puddle against her that only knew how to cuddle and kiss at her ear. His arms seemingly the only thing that held solid for longer than a moment with their gentle grip around her shoulder, the other tracing fingertips along her bare chest.
"I don't deserve as much as you've given me..." He confessed in a whisper between those gentle kisses at her lobe. "I don't know how I'll ever repay you." Again he whispered and kissed her ear again, placing more now that traced down her neck.
Eyes were growing heavy with his touch, a long sigh left her lips. Hands moved and gripped the roaming one as it danced upon her chest. Her neck leaned into his kisses and affection to her ear while a small giggle left her lips.
Peach lips were licked, the bottom one bitten before she whispered out. "Adore me, feed me, never leave me.." An answer of how he could repay her. Even then she found it hard to say the 'L' word within that phrase. Eyes turned to lock with his before head turned and a yawn escaped her. "Oh the things you do to me, my sweet." The Angel was in heaven.