Title: Us
Written: 09 August 2002
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aya/Ken
Words: 696
Warnings: PWP, Lemon.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Summary: Is Aya actually capable of expressing love?
Pushing you down on the bed, I slowly place wet kisses all down your hard, muscular body, coming to your zipper, which starts to bulge with the promise of what's coming next. My tender lips linger around your navel as I teasingly undo the button and zipper and pull your jeans from your slender tanned legs.
You moan and draw me closer, but I resist and continue on my gradual path to the rock-hard temptation at the end of my journey. After what seems like an hour to me (I can't imagine what it felt like to you), I finally reach my destination.
My lips slide over your cock, my tongue exploring the hard, smooth surface. I feel your hands on the back of my head, gently yet insistently pushing my head further into your lap.
I take the invitation and run the very tip of my tongue experimentally along your full length, tasting you, feeling you, in every tingling nerve ending in my mouth. I hear you moan through the haze of pleasure that has heated my groin, making my shaft hard.
Before you cum, I come to a halt and draw my moist tongue up your body, stopping at your chest. I stand above you and pull my clothes off before discarding them into the oblivion of my surroundings.
I lower my throbbing erection to yours, over and over again, pushing harder and harder every time. The wave of heated pleasure spills over me at the exact time I hear you moan. I release my own from my mouth and you turn us over.
You take control, your mouth finding mine and invading it thoroughly like an expert. Your hands travel down my heated body to my erection. I gasp and buck when you touch me.
You take something from the drawer of some unknown furniture and capture my mouth again. Then I feel something cold on my ass, it gradually warming up and stimulating my bottom, leaving me writhing in pleasure beneath you.
What have you done to me? This feels so wonderful...and then you slip one finger inside of me. Ah, it feels unusual and yet even as wonderful as the warmth spread across my whole lower half.
You massage my ass as you add another finger and push and pull them into me and out of me in a rhythm that drives me insane with pleasure. You make me squirm because it is uncomfortable until your fingers brush my prostate. I yell out and you smile at me lovingly.
The pleasure is unknown to me. My head thrashes back and forth and my lungs cannot gain enough air for my moans and mewls and gasps. You stroke there until I am sure I am going to cum if you do not stop. And you stop.
You are sure I am well prepared before you position yourself at my entrance. When you begin to push into me I struggle with the small sounds of pain that threaten to leave my parted lips. Then you help me by covering my mouth with yours, and you thrust your tongue deep into my mouth.
Your hips begin to move faster with each passing second, and the pain subsides and gradually melts into a blissful pleasure as you're seated fully inside of me. With each wonderful, powerful thrust you strike my prostate, making me yell and moan loudly at you.
You change your angle so that you hit it directly with each thrust and fire consumes my body. I cannot fight my orgasm any more. I spill my cum with a breathless moan of your name. Then I feel you cum inside of me. Magic. Blissful magic.
I fall shuddering to the bed and you take me into your arms. I'm still writhing in ecstasy. You stroke my soft brown hair and look deep into my eyes and whisper three words. "I love you."
I smile. I know you mean it. I wrap my arms around you and pull you down onto me, tears of happiness forming in my eyes. We snuggle in the aftermath of our sex and soon fall asleep. We just became us.