Yoh felt the gasped breath in his lungs flutter as delicate fingertips clasped, gently yet assertively, around his hardness. He looked down at Anna through eyes half-closed with disbelieving ecstacy, and saw his expression mirrored in hers, and the object in her hand throbbed with excitement. She caressed it, feeling its veins against her silky palm, and marveled at its perfect size, already fantasizing how comfortable it would be to take into her mouth…

His hands joined hers now in exploring, brushing her hair matted with steam, gliding over the sides of her neck, until they felt the slight coarseness of the garment that interrupted his hands' journey. A shy finger slid under her shoulder strap, followed by another, and then one more, Yoh's eyes never wavering from Anna's. She looked up slightly, and he saw her give a slight open-mouthed nod, as though pleasantly surprised with his eagerness. She stood up slowly to ease his task, and the garment peeled away at his shaky prodding and pulling. He gave an audible gasp when he saw the bare midriff he had exposed, its every slender contour glistening with a delicate pink anticipation.

Yoh stared dumbfounded at the sight of Anna's wondrous physique; he knew only that he wanted to see what lay beneath her lacy black brassiere, and his twitching fingers were next fumbling with the clasp at its back. He serendipitously pushed and pulled it the right way, and it glided to the floor.

He couldn't keep himself from caressing Anna's perfect breasts; they felt incredible in his hands, at once soft and resilient, with a warmth that he could feel wafting off the backs of his palms. He teased the delicate nipples, and there was now a hardness in his hands to match the one in hers. He leaned into her slightly, feeling the indescribable breasts against his chin, against his lips, and against his passionate tongue, until she was lying atop the towel Yoh had shed.

She felt his burning breath against her chest, felt shivers of pleasure trilling in her veins as Yoh's fingertips and tongue swirled around her cleavage, until she felt something else graze her…

Yoh gave a great, shivering gasp of pleasure as he eased his toned thighs around her ribcage, feeling a searing heat against his sensitive inner thighs, and every shallow, palpitating breath Anna took rubbed against him there and threatened to rupture his chest with violent heartbeats. She realized what Yoh wanted to do, and guided his member to the cleft between her breasts. When he placed his palms gently upon them and slid them inwards, he felt the silky warmth surround his shaft. As a soft moan of delight left his lips, he closed his eyes, but he was already blinded with passion, and without needing to think about it he began to thrust, feeling her heartbeat just beneath the steamy, slick skin that was rubbing against his glans.

Anna looked up at Yoh; were his eyes open, he would have seen her mouth agape with excitement. She loosely gripped his hips with her hands, and could feel and see the tension in his abs. Like everything else about him, they were absolutely perfect—not so huge to be a turn-off, yet clearly visible through his flesh. They receded beneath his skin occasionally as he gasped or grunted; Anna trailed her fingers slightly lower and inwards, so that her knuckles were grazing the uppermost region of his thighs, and he moaned quite loudly, accompanied by a quiver that rocked his entire body. She felt the friction upon her chest intensifying, felt Yoh's hands squeezing together slightly harder, and knew what would happen soon.

Not yet.

She slid her hands out from his thighs and placed them gently upon his own hands. Yoh understood and ceased his thrusting, moving his hips back slightly and bending his back so that his face was directly above hers.

"Anna…" he whispered. He said no more, but didn't need to; in the kiss that followed she tasted the affection upon his tongue. He scooped her back into his arm and stood slowly, bringing her to her feet, and Anna seized the initiative, arcing into Yoh so violently that his lips parted with hers. She returned his kiss, but upon the nape of his neck this time, and her fingers drifted lower in cadence with her lips. Against her tender fingertips Yoh's chest felt immovable, but it rose and fell quickly, excited by the lips and tongue he could feel upon his nipple. But the lips were only visiting; they moved on downwards, dancing upon his ribcage and matting the little trail of hairs below his navel, until—

"Oh, Anna…"

The pleasurably ridged, moist warmth of Anna's tongue lapped down the length of Yoh's steely shaft, culminating at the tip where it licked up a bead of excited, sticky moisture. To her his length was a dripping popsicle, but with a warmth that she could feel radiating upon her face. He looked down, dazed from the new realm of pleasure she had brought him, and met her gaze. Her impassioned eyes were almost beseeching, begging for his feedback, and he willingly gave it in the form of gentle moans and shaky breaths. She felt his steamy body against her quivering palms, caressed his hips, his thighs, his rear, and he responded in kind, ruffling her hair with excited fingers, smoothing out the back of her neck and shoulders…

"Ahhh…" Anna's soft, suckling lips grazed the almost unbearably sensitive tip of Yoh, and his primal expression of his pleasure encouraged her. He tasted slightly salty and felt incredibly warm, and attempted to cool it somewhat with her tongue; but when she did so, he simply took a tiny step forward and grasped the back of her head with a caring yet passionate hand. He gave a shuddering moan of surrender; he placed himself at her mercy, and she did not abuse the privilege. Her fingers stroked what little of him was still not past her lips; she felt tiny droplets of hot excitement dripping against the back of her throat, and she knew what to do to please him to the utmost…

Her eyes watered slightly as she resisted her reflexive gagging; she felt Yoh pull back slightly as he saw her discomfort, but she pushed against his buttocks, insisting, and once again he capitulated, feeling the wet titillating warmth completely surrounding his most sensitive part…As he caught sight of Anna's seductive, innocent eyes once more, a pressure began to build below his abdomen, but rather than relieve it, Yoh felt an instinctive, wild urge to intensify it. His eyes began to dilate, and his vision of Anna's pleasing eyes diverged as his vision blurred with passion, and he thrust into her puckered lips, feeling the pressure strengthening, feeling her warmth creep further and further up his spine. Great gasping moans slipped past his clenched teeth; they both knew what would happen very soon, but their reactions were completely different—

"Oh…Anna…uhhh…oh God…" The pressure was a mere second away from exploding, and Yoh had never felt such pleasure before, but he knew Anna wouldn't want a mouthful of…He pushed backwards just as he felt an indescribable ripple of ecstacy pulse through his entire body, and a stream of white-hot stickiness shot forth. Anna quickly seized his hardness, though, and as it involuntarily continued to spray onto her chest and face, she sucked it as several more twinges of release shot hard against the roof of her mouth.

The fulfilled expression on Yoh's slack face quickly turned to panic and horror as he realized what he had just done. He knelt hastily before Anna and mopped at the sticky liquid that webbed her face and chest. "Anna…I'm sorry, I tried to stop, but you…you were just too…good…"

She looked at him plaintively, feeling the primordial warmth of the goo in her mouth, its powerful saltiness proof that she had finally pleased the man she all too tacitly loved. Then, all too soon, she swallowed it at once, but traces of the salty emission lingered…"Nothing is too good for you, Yoh."

And Yoh, not caring that her face and mouth were still coated with his own fluids, felt an inexorable longing in his heart, at that very instant, to plant his lips upon hers, and it was a testament to his love for her that he did not hesitate when he tasted the saltiness. He was simply too blinded by his passion to care, and Anna hesitated not in the slightest when his still-sticky fingers slid down from her flawless breasts to the waistline of her panties and pulled them downwards…His fingertips felt a coarseness, but slightly beneath it was something soft, with a heated wetness, and though he did not see, and never had before seen, what he was feeling now, he knew he had found the right spot.

Anna's delicate moan was swallowed up by Yoh's hungry mouth, and the heat of her breath against his lips matched the passionate warmth he felt engulfing the tips of his two longest fingers. He worked from instinct, spurred on by the blasts of aroused breath he felt upon his face, and Anna's moans grew more frequent as the moisture around Yoh's fingertips thickened and the joints on his fingers disappeared, and she felt a hard knuckle barely teasing the most sensitive region at the top of her flower…

"Yoh…" If he had drawn his head back slightly, he would have seen her slits for eyes, shut almost entirely with ecstacy. But doing so would have made the kisses much harder for him to deliver, and so he was more than satisfied with hearing the moans that came with every breath now, and feeling the resilient silkiness surrounding his fingertips. He especially liked hearing her say his name, for some inexplicable reason, and his fingers redoubled their efforts…

"Yoh!!" Anna squealed. Yoh descended upon her lips at that very moment, trapping the last of her moans, and he felt her walls contracting against his fingers, and a hot, clear liquid streamed down the side of his palm. Her eyes were completely shut now, but there was no point in keeping them open anymore; the unadulterated pleasure of the moment rendered her completely blind. When she finally reopened them, she saw Yoh's figure, lying on the towel and facing her, with an arm draped upon her side.

She peered into his satisfied, kind, wide eyes and needed no further verification of her feelings for him—and vice versa. A most unusual wave of playfulness descened upon her then, and she herself almost couldn't believe what she said next, but she still spoke the words:

"Yoh…This is what I meant when I said earlier, 'fuck' you."

His eyes narrowed slightly in a cute smile. Neither spoke further, but then again, sometimes actions speak louder than words…