Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Discovery ❯ Mouth ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Moon Star 
Syaoran wakes while in midst of a dream that has left him breathless. As the hours of the night pass to light, he encounters a temptation in his own desires. Lime, masturbation, x rated.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Shoujo | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.19.2006 | Updated On: 12.01.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Syaoran wakes while in midst of a dream that has left him breathless. As the hours of the night pass to light, he encounters a temptation in his own desires. Lime, masturbation, x rated.
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Shoujo | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.19.2006 | Updated On: 12.01.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
MS
This is Syaoran's perspective on the same night at before. Instead though, Syaoran has different perspectives on things and well, he is also the other side of the species. I'm also including here a bit of a whim as I really have no clue of the truth or not, but I'd like to explore a part of his male-oriented custom.
Rating: The rating has officially gone up. It is now M and I really hope I live to the expectations of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters... everything else is mine.
Discovery
chapter 2 : Mouth
The soft moan woke him, it was such an odd sound to his ears that the instant cry broke him out of sleep. As he opened his eyes, Syaoran found himself sitting on an indescribable room, on a chair in one of the corners that was obscured by darkness. To the other side of the wall was a window, which had a very familiar view. And the wall opposite to it was a bed. The moans were coming from them.
Syaoran's eyes widened. The figure that lay prone on the bed was Sakura. But she wasn’t asleep. His eyes followed the way her hand pressed against her panties. Her other hand lay against her breast, over the sports bra that she was wearing.
Instead of fixating on the obvious places, Syaoran's gaze was clearly fastened on her face. He was riveted by her expression.
Her eyes were closed, her cheeks warm by the extremely hot room, while a fan by the bed fanned her locks and framed her face. Still, her mouth. Her lips were full, red and swollen as if she'd just been kissed, but seeing her bite her lips as she continued her ministrations, he concluded that was the cause.
Her lips parted, letting a gasp escape as her hips arched against her movements. Her body trashed on the bedding, as if seeking a release that had never had before.
It was a compulsion. He walked toward her, staying in the shadows where she couldn't see him as she opened her eyes. She looked frustrated, as if she didn't know what could come next that would free her from her problem.
His hand extended toward her body, he seemed to have no choice. His body had a will of his own and no thought or control was going to change the course of what was to come.
He felt his body hum. Humming was all it did these past few months whenever he was in company of Sakura. Every time that he was near her, he felt the desire to touch her, to mark her in a way that would show the others that were constantly watching her that she was his.
He was more scared of that than of anything else. How was he supposed to keep himself in check if every time that she came near him, she set a fire burning in his loins that wouldn't quake no matter the consequences.
She finally saw him. With an inviting smile, she beckoned him to the bed, toward her body, and toward a sanity that could prove to be his salvation.
He settled over her, his hands grasping her head to bring himself closer for a kiss. He needed to consume her. Their lips met, waking their own dance, a dance that would surely bring the full amount of the tempest he'd known was building in between each other as the past few weeks had shown.
Today though, he didn't have to hold back. He could take her body and give her what she had been craving in the last few minutes when her own inexperience couldn’t bring her the release she needed.
"Syaoran," she called his name as his lips settled on her throat and trailed down to her collarbone. A place he knew would bring her pleasure. It had been the only place he had allowed himself to thoroughly use for his own when they had been alone.
And still, temptation was too great. His hand slipped toward the material that covered her breasts and brought if down her shoulders toward her stomach. He covered one breast with his hand. The softened skin vibrated beneath his roughened fingers. The difference in texture seemed to bring her to a new height, as her moans increased in length. With the inviting reprieve he brought his other hand to where hers had been earlier.
He felt the texture of her panties, which covered the most sacred place she had reserved for him, and for herself as well. The texture a bit wet by what he expected to be the excitement that she had been able to provide for herself without the knowledge of what could really bring her over the edge.
Commiserating on the fact that at least she would need him for something, he brought his hand under her panties and caressed her directly.
Her gasp was different. She was surprised that he had dared to touch her there. She was surprised of the different feeling that was building on her lower abdomen from when she had touched herself. This was truly heaven and hell combined.
Syaoran leaned forward, he buried his nose on her hair by her ear, while he used both of his hands to stimulate different parts of her bodies that held the key to her freedom.
"Sakura," he murmured her name. His Sakura. she was his in every sense of the word after this.
She shivered at the timbre that he said his name. The husky voice hung on her mind, while his mouth trailed small kisses from her collarbone toward one of her breasts.
She was lost when his mouth encased on her nipple. The friction of his hand and mouth on a place that had barely been explored before made her thrash. As her body moved, her hips arched toward his probing hand. Her separated legs gave more leverage, and his finger slipped through her opening.
She felt raw. Nothing had ever entered that hollowed ground. The intensity of the foreign object, his finger, brought tears to her eyes.
Syaoran felt her stiffen a bit at the invasion, telling himself that he knew that she was inexperienced. He'd been told that for the women, it wasn't easy to breach intimacy at first. Each one of them was different in many aspects of that, but the first type of experience of any kind down there was always painful in some way.
Trying to alleviate her, he slipped his finger out and proceeded to just touch her and caress her so that her muscles would relax inside of her.
Her hands were on either side of his head, pushing him further down toward her breast. He'd only touched these in dreams he recalled. The imagination of a hormonal teen didn't leave much to be desired as they could create many things that hadn't actually been even aware of in real life.
He felt aroused. He was conscious of the fact that he was almost fully erect. He'd experienced erections before, but those had only garnished embarrassment, as they came at the most inopportune of times. It was different this time though. This time he was with the object of his desires alone.
Feeling her arch toward his touch once again, Syaoran opened her legs further by placing one of his knees in between her legs and ushered his hand inside her opening again. Distracted by his ministrations on her upper body, her body didn't protest when he slipped a finger inside. He could feel the coat of moisture that revealed her closely to the edge.
Remembering what had been told of the pleasure center, he rubbed his thumb against it. The pebble seemed to grow in size and hardened as his touch became feverish.
He abandoned her breast to look at her face. Her hands were currently placed at his back, as if ushering him further. Her mouth opened as her eyes glazed over. She bit her lip as the finalization of his actions clearly brought her to the completion she had been denied before.
Her hands slipped to her side, her whole body dropping completely toward the bed. The thuds that he had felt pulsating by his fingers decreased as he brought his hand from her opening and simply watched her return to the world.
His erection was pressing fully into her thigh. His own needs were rushing the blood through his body, leaving him devoid of action. He felt a pull from this place. He tried to grasp her in his arms as she reached back for him, but the pull was stronger than his desire to see this to the end.
Syaoran broke out of a stupor as his eyes concentrated on his surroundings.
He was in his room again.
"A dream again," he told the silence that surrounded him. He propped up toward the headboard as his hands came to brush his temple as disorientation finished its course. He couldn't believe it had only been a dream. It had felt so real, she had felt so real.
That was the power of the brain and the imaginations of a teenager he supposed. If they wished for something strong enough, then there was a way to let the basic desires out into the open.
Heaving a sigh that brought his gaze toward his window, he recalled the vision he had at the start and wondered if he had dreamed of taking Sakura on her own bed, on her own house, under her brother and her father's own nose. The thought quickly brought the blush to his cheeks, while he hit his pillow as he cursed at the absurdity of it all.
They had a long way to go before he could even start to truly satisfy his girlfriend in any way in the physical. She was such a child in such ways that he knew she couldn't truly be prepared for the things that had instigated their way into his mind. His body just wanted a place to release itself.
He was sure of that. But he was also sure that the love he felt for her had also steamed and accelerated his reactions toward her.
A twitch warned him of a fact. He was still completely aroused. He was completely ready for any type of sexual encounter that would present itself. He growled at his pillow, punching it again as if it would help in any way alleviate his frustration this night.
He was still alone. She was still far away, and his own thoughts would only be shared with his own self.
He remembered clearly the day that his mother had held him ready into adulthood. It was the responsibility of the father to bring his growing son into adulthood by responding the questions that he held and by imparting the wisdoms that had been gathered throughout the years by the males of the clan.
Instead, Syaoran had found himself surrounded by every elder in his clan. It had been an experience that would live in his memories until he died.
It was just an impression to see so many males that had been his teachers, his fathers, his comrades impart him with the knowledge of the opposite sex.
Most of them had known of the reason of his only temporary stay with them, as he arranged for a permanent lifestyle in Japan. Most of them had seen the object of his affections when she had visited many years before. With that in mind, they had supplied him with a history that had made him as embarrassed as he had ever been in his life.
Scrolls and writings that had been done in the subject had been shown to him. Legacies and their doings from generation to generation. Rituals that they had observed when someone from his rank came of age that they'd outdated for his case. He'd stammered as he was asked to answer questions and equally remained dumb as he was asked if he had any questions.
He'd been shown in the utmost description of the differences in between men and women. He'd been told what to expect from different types of women. He'd been told what to do with the different types of women.
His head had whirled around for days as images that he had been presented denied any participation in leaving his mind. They taunted him, pressured him, and the obsession of the knowledge had been completely concentrated in Sakura. The wonderful girlfriend who loved to hold his hand. Loved to receive his kisses. But the girlfriend who was so far away from accepting that knowledge or know how to actually put it to use.
As his body had changed, he'd come to appreciate the information that he was given. When he had a son of his own, he would impart the same wisdoms and ideals, only not all in the same day that would only leave the poor guy confused. After turning 14 years of age, he had become to appreciate the different nuances that separated him from the opposite sex.
Still growling in frustration because of his state, he turned toward the ceiling. The darkened image of Sakura in his arms as he had seen her in his dream came to his mind once again. He'd used some of the knowledge that he had been imparted with to bring her to an orgasm.
A dream though, was a far cry from reality. That was something that his penis truly knew at the moment. He had no way to alleviate himself in how his body truly wanted to be freed. He desperately wanted for Sakura to be ready for a next step in their direction and at the same time felt relieved that she wasn't.
When they truly passed the threshold of that door, their relationship would change into a facet that he didn't think he was ready for yet. More so, he didn't think that she could deal with the consequences when they were just discovering their own changes and classifying their desires.
A groan escaped his throat as the images of her beneath him did not leave as much as he tried to banish them from his mind. Instead of finding any type of deterrent for his state, he felt even harder than before.
There was no way out it but to take the matter into his own hands. If he didn't relieve himself, he wasn't going to be able to full truly asleep. He'd be restless in the morning. And that didn't go in mind with a peaceful day as he needed one to deal with the next school day.
He brought his hand to the cover of his pajama pants and slipped it inside.
He felt the throb. The blood was truly rushing south at this time. Just a touch of his own fingers nearly had him crying out. He felt so sensitive toward the touch, that an ardent stroke nearly had him in pieces. Placing his head against the pillow, he grasped for a tissue beside the bed so that he could clean himself at the end. It paid to be prepared.
His mind slipped back to when she had shattered in his arms in his dreams. Those lovely, soft lips of hers had been parted. Her tongue had been visibly out, moistening her lips as her release had rushed her. That mouth of hers.
He envisioned her poised before him now. She was naked before him, with his pants around his ankles as she brought her hands, invisibly trembling, toward his erection. She placed her tentative fingers around his length, rubbing it slowly in downward strokes. He pulsated deeper into her touch, as she encased him fully into her palm.
Her other hand brushed over the hair that was growing heavily around it.
Her hands caressed his testicles, as if not sure what to do with them. They were hard as well, filling her hand as she brushed tenderly over them. Growing confident that her touches were exciting him, she leaned forward, placing a kiss at the head.
Syaoran let his moans fill the house and the silence that surrounded his room.
"Sakura," his voice called for her. With determined eyes, she placed her mouth over him completely. He bucked at the reaction. The feel of her mouth, the one he had placed numerous kisses in throughout the years in, on his sex brought him to a release.
The spasms that broke down as time passed clearly calmed the speeding heart that was returning his body to its normal functions. His body felt spent as he discarded the tissue tightly wrapped into the garbage can he had placed beside his bed. The lethargy started to set in as his body, now completely exhausted, brought his thoughts to sleep at last.
It was always like this in the end. He'd think of her, finish his business, and retired to a full sleep. He had around three hours before his alarm would wake him. That was enough time to recuperate the energy spent in his exercise.
Closing his eyes, Syaoran let a serene countenance fill his features. There were many things that would be most preferred than having to take care of things himself, but there was no alternative to pursue at the moment.
"Someday," he muttered to his surroundings before tiredness truly claimed him.
Across the park, Sakura turned from her left to her right side as she slipped toward sleep again. The echo of his desire ringing in her ears.
Yes, she could truly discover someday what it would be like to touch him in reality.
Inside a book, a card beamed. The light soon faded, as the day started to clear and the thoughts of the night were quickly left to their fantasies.
________________________________________________________________________ ___________
This wasn't as hard as the first part. I don't know why, but I settled on this chapter rather quickly and it was written in three hours. I which every story was as easy.
Anyway, I hope this part doesn't confuse you further as I imagine the first part did. The start of this chapter took place in the fantasy that Sakura had in the previous chapter but a bit more detailed and of course, in focus of how Syaoran saw everything take place.
The second part was his own fantasy, which Sakura shared in her own dreams at the end. The mention of a card was an afterthought, as it would bemuse them to satisfy the urgings and desires of their mistress by playing a scene that wouldn't have any ramifications in real life.
Next Chapter: The time has come for Sakura to take Syaoran in hand and let their emotions take field in physical intimacy. The first time the couple come to the realization that the past fantasies they've had while in the early hours of the day were truly shared and the impact it will have in their bodies and love.
Chapter 3: Eyes (observation, satisfaction)
That's going to be the toughest chapter I'll have to write for this, I believe. I hope you will all be patient with me as I contrive to write something that is always hard for me to put in paper.
Review your thoughts and questions everyone. Hate it? Love it? Would you like more writings dealing with this aspect of their relationship? If you tell me, then I'll try to make it so.
Review button is here... thank you for reading.
MS
This is Syaoran's perspective on the same night at before. Instead though, Syaoran has different perspectives on things and well, he is also the other side of the species. I'm also including here a bit of a whim as I really have no clue of the truth or not, but I'd like to explore a part of his male-oriented custom.
Rating: The rating has officially gone up. It is now M and I really hope I live to the expectations of it.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the card captor Sakura characters... everything else is mine.
Discovery
chapter 2 : Mouth
The soft moan woke him, it was such an odd sound to his ears that the instant cry broke him out of sleep. As he opened his eyes, Syaoran found himself sitting on an indescribable room, on a chair in one of the corners that was obscured by darkness. To the other side of the wall was a window, which had a very familiar view. And the wall opposite to it was a bed. The moans were coming from them.
Syaoran's eyes widened. The figure that lay prone on the bed was Sakura. But she wasn’t asleep. His eyes followed the way her hand pressed against her panties. Her other hand lay against her breast, over the sports bra that she was wearing.
Instead of fixating on the obvious places, Syaoran's gaze was clearly fastened on her face. He was riveted by her expression.
Her eyes were closed, her cheeks warm by the extremely hot room, while a fan by the bed fanned her locks and framed her face. Still, her mouth. Her lips were full, red and swollen as if she'd just been kissed, but seeing her bite her lips as she continued her ministrations, he concluded that was the cause.
Her lips parted, letting a gasp escape as her hips arched against her movements. Her body trashed on the bedding, as if seeking a release that had never had before.
It was a compulsion. He walked toward her, staying in the shadows where she couldn't see him as she opened her eyes. She looked frustrated, as if she didn't know what could come next that would free her from her problem.
His hand extended toward her body, he seemed to have no choice. His body had a will of his own and no thought or control was going to change the course of what was to come.
He felt his body hum. Humming was all it did these past few months whenever he was in company of Sakura. Every time that he was near her, he felt the desire to touch her, to mark her in a way that would show the others that were constantly watching her that she was his.
He was more scared of that than of anything else. How was he supposed to keep himself in check if every time that she came near him, she set a fire burning in his loins that wouldn't quake no matter the consequences.
She finally saw him. With an inviting smile, she beckoned him to the bed, toward her body, and toward a sanity that could prove to be his salvation.
He settled over her, his hands grasping her head to bring himself closer for a kiss. He needed to consume her. Their lips met, waking their own dance, a dance that would surely bring the full amount of the tempest he'd known was building in between each other as the past few weeks had shown.
Today though, he didn't have to hold back. He could take her body and give her what she had been craving in the last few minutes when her own inexperience couldn’t bring her the release she needed.
"Syaoran," she called his name as his lips settled on her throat and trailed down to her collarbone. A place he knew would bring her pleasure. It had been the only place he had allowed himself to thoroughly use for his own when they had been alone.
And still, temptation was too great. His hand slipped toward the material that covered her breasts and brought if down her shoulders toward her stomach. He covered one breast with his hand. The softened skin vibrated beneath his roughened fingers. The difference in texture seemed to bring her to a new height, as her moans increased in length. With the inviting reprieve he brought his other hand to where hers had been earlier.
He felt the texture of her panties, which covered the most sacred place she had reserved for him, and for herself as well. The texture a bit wet by what he expected to be the excitement that she had been able to provide for herself without the knowledge of what could really bring her over the edge.
Commiserating on the fact that at least she would need him for something, he brought his hand under her panties and caressed her directly.
Her gasp was different. She was surprised that he had dared to touch her there. She was surprised of the different feeling that was building on her lower abdomen from when she had touched herself. This was truly heaven and hell combined.
Syaoran leaned forward, he buried his nose on her hair by her ear, while he used both of his hands to stimulate different parts of her bodies that held the key to her freedom.
"Sakura," he murmured her name. His Sakura. she was his in every sense of the word after this.
She shivered at the timbre that he said his name. The husky voice hung on her mind, while his mouth trailed small kisses from her collarbone toward one of her breasts.
She was lost when his mouth encased on her nipple. The friction of his hand and mouth on a place that had barely been explored before made her thrash. As her body moved, her hips arched toward his probing hand. Her separated legs gave more leverage, and his finger slipped through her opening.
She felt raw. Nothing had ever entered that hollowed ground. The intensity of the foreign object, his finger, brought tears to her eyes.
Syaoran felt her stiffen a bit at the invasion, telling himself that he knew that she was inexperienced. He'd been told that for the women, it wasn't easy to breach intimacy at first. Each one of them was different in many aspects of that, but the first type of experience of any kind down there was always painful in some way.
Trying to alleviate her, he slipped his finger out and proceeded to just touch her and caress her so that her muscles would relax inside of her.
Her hands were on either side of his head, pushing him further down toward her breast. He'd only touched these in dreams he recalled. The imagination of a hormonal teen didn't leave much to be desired as they could create many things that hadn't actually been even aware of in real life.
He felt aroused. He was conscious of the fact that he was almost fully erect. He'd experienced erections before, but those had only garnished embarrassment, as they came at the most inopportune of times. It was different this time though. This time he was with the object of his desires alone.
Feeling her arch toward his touch once again, Syaoran opened her legs further by placing one of his knees in between her legs and ushered his hand inside her opening again. Distracted by his ministrations on her upper body, her body didn't protest when he slipped a finger inside. He could feel the coat of moisture that revealed her closely to the edge.
Remembering what had been told of the pleasure center, he rubbed his thumb against it. The pebble seemed to grow in size and hardened as his touch became feverish.
He abandoned her breast to look at her face. Her hands were currently placed at his back, as if ushering him further. Her mouth opened as her eyes glazed over. She bit her lip as the finalization of his actions clearly brought her to the completion she had been denied before.
Her hands slipped to her side, her whole body dropping completely toward the bed. The thuds that he had felt pulsating by his fingers decreased as he brought his hand from her opening and simply watched her return to the world.
His erection was pressing fully into her thigh. His own needs were rushing the blood through his body, leaving him devoid of action. He felt a pull from this place. He tried to grasp her in his arms as she reached back for him, but the pull was stronger than his desire to see this to the end.
Syaoran broke out of a stupor as his eyes concentrated on his surroundings.
He was in his room again.
"A dream again," he told the silence that surrounded him. He propped up toward the headboard as his hands came to brush his temple as disorientation finished its course. He couldn't believe it had only been a dream. It had felt so real, she had felt so real.
That was the power of the brain and the imaginations of a teenager he supposed. If they wished for something strong enough, then there was a way to let the basic desires out into the open.
Heaving a sigh that brought his gaze toward his window, he recalled the vision he had at the start and wondered if he had dreamed of taking Sakura on her own bed, on her own house, under her brother and her father's own nose. The thought quickly brought the blush to his cheeks, while he hit his pillow as he cursed at the absurdity of it all.
They had a long way to go before he could even start to truly satisfy his girlfriend in any way in the physical. She was such a child in such ways that he knew she couldn't truly be prepared for the things that had instigated their way into his mind. His body just wanted a place to release itself.
He was sure of that. But he was also sure that the love he felt for her had also steamed and accelerated his reactions toward her.
A twitch warned him of a fact. He was still completely aroused. He was completely ready for any type of sexual encounter that would present itself. He growled at his pillow, punching it again as if it would help in any way alleviate his frustration this night.
He was still alone. She was still far away, and his own thoughts would only be shared with his own self.
He remembered clearly the day that his mother had held him ready into adulthood. It was the responsibility of the father to bring his growing son into adulthood by responding the questions that he held and by imparting the wisdoms that had been gathered throughout the years by the males of the clan.
Instead, Syaoran had found himself surrounded by every elder in his clan. It had been an experience that would live in his memories until he died.
It was just an impression to see so many males that had been his teachers, his fathers, his comrades impart him with the knowledge of the opposite sex.
Most of them had known of the reason of his only temporary stay with them, as he arranged for a permanent lifestyle in Japan. Most of them had seen the object of his affections when she had visited many years before. With that in mind, they had supplied him with a history that had made him as embarrassed as he had ever been in his life.
Scrolls and writings that had been done in the subject had been shown to him. Legacies and their doings from generation to generation. Rituals that they had observed when someone from his rank came of age that they'd outdated for his case. He'd stammered as he was asked to answer questions and equally remained dumb as he was asked if he had any questions.
He'd been shown in the utmost description of the differences in between men and women. He'd been told what to expect from different types of women. He'd been told what to do with the different types of women.
His head had whirled around for days as images that he had been presented denied any participation in leaving his mind. They taunted him, pressured him, and the obsession of the knowledge had been completely concentrated in Sakura. The wonderful girlfriend who loved to hold his hand. Loved to receive his kisses. But the girlfriend who was so far away from accepting that knowledge or know how to actually put it to use.
As his body had changed, he'd come to appreciate the information that he was given. When he had a son of his own, he would impart the same wisdoms and ideals, only not all in the same day that would only leave the poor guy confused. After turning 14 years of age, he had become to appreciate the different nuances that separated him from the opposite sex.
Still growling in frustration because of his state, he turned toward the ceiling. The darkened image of Sakura in his arms as he had seen her in his dream came to his mind once again. He'd used some of the knowledge that he had been imparted with to bring her to an orgasm.
A dream though, was a far cry from reality. That was something that his penis truly knew at the moment. He had no way to alleviate himself in how his body truly wanted to be freed. He desperately wanted for Sakura to be ready for a next step in their direction and at the same time felt relieved that she wasn't.
When they truly passed the threshold of that door, their relationship would change into a facet that he didn't think he was ready for yet. More so, he didn't think that she could deal with the consequences when they were just discovering their own changes and classifying their desires.
A groan escaped his throat as the images of her beneath him did not leave as much as he tried to banish them from his mind. Instead of finding any type of deterrent for his state, he felt even harder than before.
There was no way out it but to take the matter into his own hands. If he didn't relieve himself, he wasn't going to be able to full truly asleep. He'd be restless in the morning. And that didn't go in mind with a peaceful day as he needed one to deal with the next school day.
He brought his hand to the cover of his pajama pants and slipped it inside.
He felt the throb. The blood was truly rushing south at this time. Just a touch of his own fingers nearly had him crying out. He felt so sensitive toward the touch, that an ardent stroke nearly had him in pieces. Placing his head against the pillow, he grasped for a tissue beside the bed so that he could clean himself at the end. It paid to be prepared.
His mind slipped back to when she had shattered in his arms in his dreams. Those lovely, soft lips of hers had been parted. Her tongue had been visibly out, moistening her lips as her release had rushed her. That mouth of hers.
He envisioned her poised before him now. She was naked before him, with his pants around his ankles as she brought her hands, invisibly trembling, toward his erection. She placed her tentative fingers around his length, rubbing it slowly in downward strokes. He pulsated deeper into her touch, as she encased him fully into her palm.
Her other hand brushed over the hair that was growing heavily around it.
Her hands caressed his testicles, as if not sure what to do with them. They were hard as well, filling her hand as she brushed tenderly over them. Growing confident that her touches were exciting him, she leaned forward, placing a kiss at the head.
Syaoran let his moans fill the house and the silence that surrounded his room.
"Sakura," his voice called for her. With determined eyes, she placed her mouth over him completely. He bucked at the reaction. The feel of her mouth, the one he had placed numerous kisses in throughout the years in, on his sex brought him to a release.
The spasms that broke down as time passed clearly calmed the speeding heart that was returning his body to its normal functions. His body felt spent as he discarded the tissue tightly wrapped into the garbage can he had placed beside his bed. The lethargy started to set in as his body, now completely exhausted, brought his thoughts to sleep at last.
It was always like this in the end. He'd think of her, finish his business, and retired to a full sleep. He had around three hours before his alarm would wake him. That was enough time to recuperate the energy spent in his exercise.
Closing his eyes, Syaoran let a serene countenance fill his features. There were many things that would be most preferred than having to take care of things himself, but there was no alternative to pursue at the moment.
"Someday," he muttered to his surroundings before tiredness truly claimed him.
Across the park, Sakura turned from her left to her right side as she slipped toward sleep again. The echo of his desire ringing in her ears.
Yes, she could truly discover someday what it would be like to touch him in reality.
Inside a book, a card beamed. The light soon faded, as the day started to clear and the thoughts of the night were quickly left to their fantasies.
________________________________________________________________________ ___________
This wasn't as hard as the first part. I don't know why, but I settled on this chapter rather quickly and it was written in three hours. I which every story was as easy.
Anyway, I hope this part doesn't confuse you further as I imagine the first part did. The start of this chapter took place in the fantasy that Sakura had in the previous chapter but a bit more detailed and of course, in focus of how Syaoran saw everything take place.
The second part was his own fantasy, which Sakura shared in her own dreams at the end. The mention of a card was an afterthought, as it would bemuse them to satisfy the urgings and desires of their mistress by playing a scene that wouldn't have any ramifications in real life.
Next Chapter: The time has come for Sakura to take Syaoran in hand and let their emotions take field in physical intimacy. The first time the couple come to the realization that the past fantasies they've had while in the early hours of the day were truly shared and the impact it will have in their bodies and love.
Chapter 3: Eyes (observation, satisfaction)
That's going to be the toughest chapter I'll have to write for this, I believe. I hope you will all be patient with me as I contrive to write something that is always hard for me to put in paper.
Review your thoughts and questions everyone. Hate it? Love it? Would you like more writings dealing with this aspect of their relationship? If you tell me, then I'll try to make it so.
Review button is here... thank you for reading.
MS