~Chapter 60 1/2~

Together

It's A Familiar Feeling,
But I'm Craving More…
My Innocence Is Revealing
I'm Ready To Explore.

Take Me Into The Unknown,
Reservations Overthrown…
Show Me Where
Desire Is Sewn.

I Wanna Explore It All With You.

~Into The Unknown, by Da Hool feat. Emmalyn

Disclaimer: Me No Own; You No Sue.

If You're Reading This Story, Please Know It Contains Excerpts from My OHSHC Story, Picking Up the Pieces.

Sammy's P.O.V.

Another hot kiss seared through soft pink skin. It lingered behind like freshly tattooed skin, pink and swollen and tender to the touch. Blue eyes were closed, and I savored the taste of his lips – the taste of coffee and mint toothpaste and something purely Takashi. A million years might have passed in the next second, and I wouldn't get tired of kissing him, of loving him.

My fiancé slowly pulled back, letting his gray eyes open and gazing down through hooded eyelids, satisfied with his handiwork. Face to face, I stared back at him, finding his love burning there, too. With feather light fingers, I touched his lips, and then my own, a small smile dancing in the wake of the gentle touches. My lips continued to tingle and hum with the fire of his affection, the fire burning in our eyes, and chests, and stomachs.

With the towels tucked in the crook of his elbow, Takashi smiled down at me and stepped almost silently through the bedroom suite and into the pristine bathroom, flicking the lights on. Set the two folded towels beside the sink, turned the shower water on, and slowly began to remove each article of his clothing. First, Takashi lifted his shirt up, raising it inch by inch while I observed the tightening of his back muscles with fascination. My lover leaned forward then, his huge hands pulling his jeans and his boxers down his long, muscular legs to drop to the floor in a crumpled heap. Socks and tennis shoes had been removed in the entrance to the Villa.

My mouth dry, I gaped at his beautiful form in wonder. Silver irises and high cheekbones, a slender neck and hips, broad shoulders and chest, and long limbs made the nobleman appear angelic, almost ethereal. Strong and tall, with classic good looks, Takashi was an incredibly handsome young man.

Oh, Mein Gott. Takashi is…

"Coming, Samantha?"

Softly, I released the breath I had been holding, carefully climbed to both feet, and waited until the lightheadedness passed before making my way over. My bare feet did not make a sound against the tiled floors, but I could hear and count each heartbeat thudding in my ears as our connected, silver with blue. Takashi. Me.

"You're incredibly handsome," I softly told him, cheeks pink and smile shy. I could only look at him for another minute, before the embarrassment made me move away, eyes on my own toes. I had looked at his…his…!

A hand slowly lifted the chin that I tucked down to hide from his gaze, and his thumb brushed against my warm mouth. When I shyly looked him in the face again, Takashi gently asked, "May I see you again?"

Heart hammering, I closed both eyes and tried to steady myself. My hands tightened, fists buried in the shirt that I was wearing, still soaked from the rain – but then, I let go. And I whispered, "…yes."

As the door closed, I raised the shirt up and observed Takashi through the web of red threads that vanished in the blink of an eye. My shirt dropped to the floor, falling there and joined thereafter by my wet bra and shorts. Takashi inhaled sharply, his attention instantly moving from my eyes and down to the breasts that I cupped for another minute, covering them up. My lover stayed still, but his fingers twitched and his tongue quickly darted out to wet his lips, the actions subconscious – and the boost needed to give me courage and the confidence to continue.

Bending down, I released them to hook both index fingers in the waistband of my pink and white panties, before pulling them over my waist and down curved hips and legs. I stepped out of them and dropped the panties to the floor with the rest of the clothes, which littered the black and blue speckled tiles. My heart continued to race and pound like drums, and I had to breathe in again, to remind myself that Takashi would not hurt me, or scare me. He loves me.

Standing again, I revealed myself to him. I glanced at him through black eyelashes, with both hands clasped together to quell the need to cover up my sex. My lover stared down at my wet nether lips, his cheeks reddening like mine had at that first real glance of his manhood. We stayed like that for another minute, just quietly and shyly observing each other.

"What do you think?" I shyly asked him in the heated silence, hesitant to ask and yet incredibly eager as well. We were already in love with each other, with the personalities beneath the surface of his skin and mine, but I also wanted him to like me as…as a woman.

"Lovely," Takashi murmured, his thumb brushing over my mouth, and collarbone, and then slowly downward. His hand stopped at the sensitive sternum, in between both breasts, and Takashi looked into my eyes. "You are a very sweet and beautiful lover."

Blushing, I glanced to the side, and then back at him – because I loved Takashi. I wanted him to see my shy but excited smile, I wanted to hear his sharp intake of breath, and I wanted to feel the weight and warmth of desire burning in my stomach and his silver eyes. I wanted to stand close enough to smell his shampoo, and I wanted to taste his lips, warming his soul with mine.

"Come with me," I whispered the desire to him, and when my open mouth touched the reddened skin, I nipped at the shell of his ear. My hand cradled in his, I tugged until the taller teenager began to follow me. We climbed into the enormous shower stall and stepped into the spray.

"Is it warm enough?" Takashi breathed into my mouth and, at the soft sound of agreement that escaped, attacked. His lips met mine with passion, his hands already wandering over my chest and hips, moving over some invisible line that had been painted there. A finger brushed at my sex.

"Takashi," I whimpered, head falling back to let him bite and suck at the sensitive skin bared to his eyes. He licked at the love bites left in the wake of his strong white teeth, and I cradled his head against my chest, hands buried in his dark hair.

My lover hummed, sending the vibrations throughout my very core, and I could feel the sudden fire burning again, although much, much lower than before. Stomach tight, I pressed closer to him, naked body molding to his and igniting the fire with matches and gasoline. My Takashi went still, and then growled with desire, his hands pulling me up. I clutched at his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist and wet sex moving against his toned stomach. His manhood curled firmly between my now parted legs and to the back, fully erect beneath me. My bare breasts pressed into his chest, pebbled nipples touching his, pink and brown. He thrust his slender hips into mine.

Another kiss, and I breathily whispered, "I thought that hot showers meant soap and shampoo and all of that good stuff." My back arched in pleasure at the slow thrusting of his hips. I moaned softly in want.

Without responding, Takashi reached down, retrieved the bar of scented white soap, and slipped it between us. He lathered his hands and then trailed the right down my quivering stomach, his fingers just barely slipping in between the folds of my sex. Face dark with primal desire at my small keen of pleasure, Takashi removed his fingers and then soaped down my arms and legs, chest and backside, his touch strong and soothing and entirely too pleasurable. Warm water from the showerhead continued to rain down on us.

"My turn," I huskily informed him, purring at the surprise in his silver irises and deftly taking the bar from his limp fingers. My turn. My turn to touch, to caress, and to pleasure.

Sliding down his tall body, I pushed at his chest with strong but gentle fingertips. I splayed them against his left breast, mimicking his heartbeat with the rhythmic tapping of fingernails, and then scraped them over one painfully erect brown nipple. My lover stiffened, his nostrils flaring, and stepped back. I followed him, stalking him predatorily until Takashi had seated himself atop a marble indentation in the back of the shower stall. There, I stepped between his parted legs.

Like Takashi, I pushed the bar into my palms and covered them with white bubbles, before sliding both hands up, over, and down his naked body. I washed his neck and then nipped at the clean, sweet smelling skin, teeth scraping against his pulse. My left hand curled around his right shoulder, I washed his back and chest, licking at his nipples and then covering the sensitive buds with soap. I dropped to both knees, suddenly face to face with his manhood, and licked at the tip. Hands curled around it, I tentatively began to stroke the pulsing length, listening to his fevered whispers of – "Yes," and "Harder," and "Faster," and "Gods, Sammy!"

Moans whispered out from between his parted lips, and Takashi tossed his head back, fingers clutching at my scalp. He pushed them into the tender skin, pulling at the hair I pressed another kiss to the tip of his hard penis and continued swiftly stroking the hot flesh in time to the furious pounding of his heart and mine. Takashi grunted, hips thrusting his manhood forward and into my clenched fists to match the beat of the drums, the thud, thud-thud, thud, thud-thud, thud.

Gazing up at Takashi, I slowly licked him from the base of his penis to the tip. Silver eyes were open and staring desperately into mine. My lover inhaled sharply, and then stiffened, and then –

"Fuck!" Takashi blurted, his throaty exclamation lost beneath another long moan. He continued to come, a string of seed shooting out of his manhood and down his legs, before going limp. My lover breathed in and out, in and out, while the water washed it away.

Eyes wide, I gazed at him with affection, and with awe. My lover – the strong, reserved and poised samurai – had completely fallen apart with the force of his orgasm. He had relaxed; his entire body slumped against the shower and his chin rested against his chest, lifting and falling in time with his breathing. Silver eyes opened slowly, and then shut, and then opened again, and Takashi met my warm gaze. I giggled at his stunned expression, happy to have pleased him.

"…Minx," Takashi playfully growled out, kissing my nose with laughter in his eyes. He slipped his hands beneath my rump and climbed to his feet while also lifting me up. I bleated in surprise, and Takashi smirked down at me.

Although heated, I shivered at the weight of his predatory stare and leaned back to glance into his gleaming silver eyes. I willed the butterflies in my stomach to still and then breathlessly inquired, "Time for bed, then?"

After towel drying his hair and mine, and then rubbing the towel down my naked body and his, Takashi started for the bedroom. He only had to take five long strides to reach the bed, and in each stride, I could feel his excitement, matched only by mine. We stopped at the edge of the bed, where Takashi gently put me onto the silk sheets before climbing atop the cloudlike comforters and pulling them over us.

"Time to make love with you," Takashi heatedly corrected and leaned down over me, several dark strands of his damp hair falling into his face and his eyes. He was a cage, with his large hands placed beside each of my ears and his knees pressed into the bed beside my waist, feet crossed and cradling mine. My lips met his.

Neither of us could tell who started it. We were reaching down, and touching, and stroking in turns – his hands pulling at my nipples and mine digging into his backside, urging him on. I bucked beneath him, the first of his fingers entering my sex and sending bursts of electricity down my spine. Each shockwave made me progressively wetter, and I could barely refrain, could barely keep it in. And Takashi could tell, too.

"Let go," Takashi growled huskily and buried another finger deep inside of me, "just let go and feel, Samantha."

Whimpering, I cried out and tightened both legs, clenching the muscles inside my core. I could feel his fingers pumping in and out, listening to a much faster rhythm than that which I had set and followed in pleasuring him in the shower. I bucked again, hips hitting his chest and pale breasts pushing out, the invitation clear. My lover bent his head down and suckled gently at them, his tongue swirling wetly around their pink nipples. One hand buried in my sex, and another brushing the hair from my eyes. I screamed his name.

"T-Takashi," I cried, and his name was a scream as my orgasm ripped through me. He had tried for three weeks to figure out how to make me come, and after the last time, Takashi had become really good at it. I shivered beneath him, riding out the waves, and the taller teenager grinned with fierce pride at my cry.

Our breathing settled again, his steady breathing and the beating of his heart matching mine. We gazed at each other, immersed in the knowledge that this moment – right here, right now – would be the final chapter for childhood and the first for adulthood. We were seniors, graduating from high school in March. We were getting married in April. A lot would change within the next eight months, but Takashi and I would have each other, regardless.

It would always be us.

Takashi and…me.

"Make me yours," I quietly said to him, and the words – the plea, the demand – became lost in the silence that followed. My lover stared down at me and his smile softened, the edges losing their fierceness and mellowing with affection.

"Only if I am yours," My fiancé returned solemnly, the intensity of his words breathing the life right into them. We could not take them back. It was now, or never.

"Always, Takashi," I whispered to him and reached behind his head to curl both hands around the back of his neck, fingers linked together. "You're mine, and I'm yours."

Eyes like molten silver, Takashi leaned down and sealed the promise with his kiss. He nipped at closed lips, pushing his tongue into my open mouth at the first opportunity. I battled against the stronger teenager, tongue fighting his for dominance, but in the end, I gave up. I submitted to him, and though I didn't understand it at the time, I had given him the reigns and the power. Submitting had also told Takashi just how much I trusted him.

Our hips met again, and Takashi pushed insistently into the small dip between them, settling there when I parted both legs to let him. He started slowly, his hand holding mine, which guided his throbbing manhood to the heat between my parted thighs. We paused, his hand and mine just resting there at the entrance, and then, I let go. Takashi pushed his manhood into my sex, and I inhaled sharply, feeling faint because I had nearly forgotten how to breathe. Air rushed into desperate lungs, but I quickly let it all out at the feeling of his manhood slowly inching in –

It hurt.

Ow.

Feeling the tension in his back, I kissed his shoulder and murmured, "I'm fine, Sweetie. Hurts, but it will be better when you move…" My hips shifted at the end of the sentence, punctuating the words with movement.

My fiancé grunted in surprise, lost in the sensation of wet heat enveloping him. He went blank for another moment and simply stared into space, attempting to pull himself together and keep from coming too soon. I waited with him, becoming more accustomed to the feeling of being stretched and filled to the hilt. As I shifted again, Takashi instinctually moved to twist his slender hips and meet the thrust. Friction ignited the pleasure in our connected hips. Oh!

Takashi and I startled, glanced at each other, and then hesitantly tried again. He thrust his hips into mine, and I lifted mine to meet his halfway there. It did not produce the same spark again, though; Takashi and I fumbled, shifting and searching for the perfect angle. Awkward at first, but after several minutes, Takashi and I had found it. My lover leaned down, his torso lifted while his lower half pounded into mine. My hips were up and left leg braced against his shoulder, and I leaned back into the pillows, arms curled back and holding them with desperation. An anchor; I needed something to anchor me…!

"Samantha," Takashi gently whispered and lifted his right hand to brush the sweaty hair from my eyes. He pressed his lips to the skin between them and left them there, the pressure warm and constant, before resting his forehead against mine.

Whimpering, I opened both eyes and stared into his – finding enough warmth, affection, and love to send all logical thought flying from my mind. Every last shred of conscious thought left me. I heard him grunt again, his hips flying faster and faster and faster, and knew that Takashi had opened his wings and fallen, too. We were gone and here, nowhere and everywhere.

Fire burned in my stomach and chest, but I managed to focus for another second longer, and whispered, "Takashi…?"

Eyes meeting mine, Takashi hummed in reply, his face and torso shining with sweat from the exertion of holding on a moment longer. My heart began to sing to him, and I promised, "Ich liebe dich – für immer."

My promise echoed in his eyes, and his heart, and the words made their mark. Takashi pressed his lips to mine and vowed, "Ah, I love you, and I always will."

With his words ringing in my mind, I lost myself to oblivion – to the fire and rain and electricity. It zipped through me, and then to Takashi, and the world brightened with the light of his love and mine. Our love chased the shadows away. It made the darkness, and the future, seem much less frightening. If I had Takashi, I would be just fine; I would love, and I would be loved.

Falling back to Earth, Takashi curled his hand around mine, his long fingers embracing my own. I breathed, letting the world right itself again, and smiled at the feeling of his ring finger – and the cold metal of his engagement ring – resting on mine. It was a promise all of its own. Together.

***Author's Note***

Wow! I finally managed to get far enough (CH 60) into the main story, Picking Up the Pieces, to write the first lemon! It is the first of three, which will follow quickly, since I have only eight chapters left to write for Picking Up the Pieces.

Well, I am sorta, kinda, really iffy about this one. I love it, but I am really, really uncertain about it, too. :P

Question(s): What do you all think? Is it sexy/sweet/fluffy/realistic enough? Lemme know!

PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

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