Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Discovery ❯ Eyes ( Chapter 3 )

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Discovery

Chapter 3 : Eyes

"Take care Sakura," her father said good night in their telephone conversation and hung up.

Sakura gently placed the receiver of the phone in its case. Her hands lingered by the frame beside it. It contained a picture of her with Syaoran when they had started their relationship several years back. In the photo they were seated on a bench in the park that they frequented, sharing one of their first kisses.

Sakura couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of the scene.

It had actually been the first kiss that she had initiated with her boyfriend, with the success of making him forget of the open spaces that they had been currently occupying. The flash and click of the picture had brought Syaoran's attention to the open. He'd backed away as if caught like a deer in the headlights, while his face had turned as red as she had ever seen it go. The term scarlet did not reflect the nature of the shade.

Taking the time to stretch her body, Sakura walked back from the living room toward the study room that she had been using the last couple of weeks with her boyfriend to study for the upcoming exams.

She stood by the door frame, her eyes feasting on the person whose presence occupied every little place in the room. Syaoran was leaning over the table, his hands going from page to page in reference books, while he bit the pencil he had placed in his mouth.

From that angle Sakura had a perfect view of his back profile. While in this current position, she could see his back. The t-shirt he was currently wearing draped over his skin, accentuating his muscles, as every little change in his posture revealed a new muscle. His arms were lightly covered with dark hair, which bristled as a fan of the air conditioner burst into the room where he was sitting.

Although, from this position what she could truly see without impediment was the nape of his neck.

His dark brown hair was as untamable as ever. Strands falling whichever way the wind was blowing, while several bangs framed his face. The back of his head was full of this soft material, going shorter as it went toward his neck.

She'd felt the light spray of hair beneath her fingers when she had placed her hands on his neck while they kissed. He'd grown so tall in the past few years that without that bit of anchorage, she'd never be able to kiss him while standing. And that would be a cruel fate, as in that position she was free to let her hands wander through his upper body.

Syaoran was still huddled over the same page. He seemed to be stuck in an exercise as his whole attention was given to the pages as he wrote some notes down on his spare papers. The image that had been running through her nightly dreams appeared before her eyes. It had been a couple of weeks since she'd started having those vivid dreams of them, together. In a way, she longed for it to happen, just to feel the experience and her imagination to stop running wild.

A mischievous smirk covered her features as a different thought crossed her mind. Using the most extreme cautiousness, as she knew he had wonderful reflexes, and was extremely alert in every circumstance, she advanced. Taking one step at a time toward her target, she leaned toward his feature and lightly exhaled a breath over his nape before placing a kiss on the spot.

She got the desired response as he jumped in his seat, and the pencil fell from his grip toward the books on the table.

"Sakura!" Syaoran exclaimed as he brought her toward his front as she continued her ministrations.

"What?" she asked, her face portraying a look of innocence that her shining eyes completely gave away. She took the opportunity to run her cheek against his jaw. She was positive that he hadn't shaved for two days, as the stubble was clearly accentuated against her skin.

"What did your father say?" Syaoran asked diverting the subject, pulling his jaw away from her cheeks. It seemed that every time she tried to provoke him in the past few weeks only made him skittish to the situation. He'd been reserved when in her company, specially when alone in his house.

"It's not a problem," she shifted toward her vacated place beside him. They were preparing for the onslaught of finals that would start in just one week in their school. Everyone was absconded in the libraries or corners of the classrooms going over the material that had been studied in class for the past semester.

"Since I prepared a bag the last time I was here with the essentials to spend the night like the past few weekends, he just wished me a good night and a promise to be at home for breakfast." Sakura picked up were she had left off, trying to concentrated her mind on her studies, instead of the way that Syaoran's neck had felt on her lips.

Giving up her thoughts on those ideas that continued to surface, she concentrated on the notebook in front of her. She needed to finish this chapter of Calculus this night. A last sigh escaped her as she scribbled away equations and examples.

The hours of the late afternoon slipped away as books opened and closed. Each subject was scrutinized, and each pencil ground to its base with the notes and exercises that were prepared.

Syaoran looked up from the last page he was going over for the day to find Sakura's eyes closed while in a position of pouring over a book. She was leaning forward, her arms anchoring her against the table, crossed, and her face obscured by the bangs that had escaped her clip.

He rushed forward when her posture wavered, her head falling towards the table and the books that laid open on it. His quick reflexes allowed him to prevent her crash which just succeeded on waking her up from her reverie.

"What?" She asked disoriented, her eyes blinking and adjusting toward the lights.

"You're tired Sakura," Syaoran glanced at the clock that hanged on one of the walls, while trying to adjust his eyes from the small print on the book's pages to the white wall. "It's late. We should go to bed, we could wake up early and finish this."

Sakura yawned, while moving her neck from side to side. Her hands stretched before her, bones cracking from the inactivity of the last few hours. "Sure, we can finish today's and start tomorrow's session early."

The young teens stood from their seats and walked side by side to their bedrooms. Sakura had been spending the weekends at Syaoran's house preparing for the tests that were coming the following week. Seeing as he lived alone and had the space to spare, they had housed many of their friends in marathon sessions of material for the upcoming finals. Instead of leaving his house, while in his company, at around 1 in the morning on the weekend nights, it had been a risk that her father did not like them to take.

Their houses were only two blocks apart, but making the trek at that time of night when the roads were full of drunk or thrill seeking groups was too much while the study sessions went over the period of a month.

So, with her father's blessing and her brother's protests, Sakura had packed an overnight bag and had moved into one of the unoccupied rooms in Syaoran's house.

His housekeeper came in around four times a week to make sure the house was in order, but the rest of the time the house was full of the quiet atmosphere that was needed for their preparations.

"Do you want to use the bathroom first or should I?" Sakura asked while continuing to stretch her muscles, while her yawns came one after the other. The room that she had chosen to occupy was right next to his, which had a connecting bathroom with his. There were other bathrooms around the house, but for the sake of convenience they had just elected to share when she stayed over.

"You can go first," Syaoran's hand covered his mouth as a suppressed yawn escaped his mouth. "Your yawns are contagious."

"That's always true," she stood on her tip toe and placed a small kiss on his lips before opening the door to her room. "I should be done in five minutes."

"Good night Sakura," with that she slipped to her room and closed the door while the light switch was turned on.

Standing in the same place, Syaoran's ears followed her light footsteps as she walked from the door toward the bed. On the side of it was an armoire in which she had placed the clothing she would change into when she stayed overnight. Concentrating on her movements, every other sound in the house was excluded as he heard the mattress creak.

He could imagine her sitting on a corner of the bed, leaning forward to take her socks off. He didn't know why, but every time he had seen her start to undress in his house, she had always taken her socks off first. The first time it happened it had been an accident, catching just a glimpse before scrambling to his room. After that, without conscious thought, he tried to make instances in which he would be in close proximity when she started to undress.

It had been the night before when he had stayed glued to the door of the bathroom as she had taken her clothes off to put on her sleeping garments when he'd finally seen her whole body uncovered. He'd finished brushing his teeth and had walked toward the parted door to her room to tell her the bathroom was free when his feet had frozen to the floor.

Sakura had been sitting on a corner of the bed, with a perfect viewing angle toward the bathroom, starting to undress from a terribly grueling study session. His breathing had hitched, his mouth partly open as he didn't dare breathe. She was leaning forward, her shirt riding to her upper back, while she took off her socks and placed them on an already opened drawer. She had moved her shoulders in circles, her hands massaging the jointing with her collarbone.

Her hands had reached for her jeans, her fingers unbuttoning and unzipping the garment. Lightly scratching her lower abdomen, she wiggled out of the material, leaving it pooled on the floor as she fell completely to the bed and stretched her legs.

Syaoran had felt his heart go into hyper drive, trying to pump the blood in his body while he remained frozen on the spot as she finished undressing.

She'd remained clad on a pair of panties that were riding on one of her well-rounded butt cheeks, and unclasped her bra, placing the material with the other discarded clothing.

It was a flash, that professed the length of a lifetime as she turned slightly, her hands reaching for a shirt that she had left on the bed, she gave him a glance of paradise.

She had the body of a goddess. Syaoran had never seen a vision before, but this had to be the Madonna that all seemed to worship.

Her body was lean, but sculpted by the calisthenics she went through every day to stay in shape. Her legs were long, the muscles shown with every little move she made. They led to her navel, which was encased by her panties. A slight movement of it to adjust for the night ahead gave him a glimpse of a light brown spray of hair that covered her. His eyes glued to the spot, Syaoran felt his body jerk, while his blood fled south toward his arousal, making it harden, as the image played over his head over and over again.

His eyes continued upwards, going over her small waist, and traveling to her uncovered breasts. They were round and full. He'd never actually seen a woman's breast in real life, but he suspected that the soft mounds he felt every time his hands wandered over her form while fully clothed would truly fill his hands and keep the ache of touching completely satisfied when he had the privilege to have them.

A groan had left his dry throat, when one of her hands traveled from her left shoulder to her left breast and the right, softly scratching the imprint of the material that had imprisoned them for hours on end. Sakura looked around the room, putting on her shirt as if looking for the intruding sound that he had made.

Syaoran had turned and firmly closed the door before she looked toward it, while the click resounded in his ears. His breath shallow, and completely erratic. His fingers flinched uncontrollably, as if seeking a release to a tension that had just been revealed.

"Syaoran," her light knock had brought him out of his mindless state. He startled as he felt her use the handle to open the door. "Are you done in there?"

"Yes," he cleared his voice, as the hoarse response would only arouse her curiosity. "Good night Sakura." He fled to his room after that, making sure to close the door behind him. He'd had a restless night. Her body had haunted his already fueled imagination.

As he listened to the sounds coming from the room today, he couldn't help himself from seeing her image as the actions tried to match against the images his head was providing him.

Syaoran placed his head against the doorframe while trying to regulate his breathing. Closing his eyes, he softly banged his head against the door without making a sound that would rouse her suspicions, and entered his room to get ready for another sleepless night.

"There's only so much torture a body can take," he mumbled to himself as he heard the shower running. So she had decided to take a shower tonight before retiring for bed. That thought brought back the image tenfold. Only this time he could see her completely naked body from behind as water droplets showered her.

"This is going to be a long night," taking off his clothes and taking his sleeping shorts, he resign himself to wait for his own chance to relive the infernal warmth that had taken over his body. Even though in the end it would only be a temporary reprieve.

Syaoran spent most of the first hours of sleep tossing and turning. While he had gotten some hours of sleep that he desperately needed, he found himself wondering about the dreams that had plagued him in the last few months.

Every time that he had touched her in those dreams, she had seemed as real to him as when he had grabbed her hands to lead her to school. Her skin had felt as soft and silky, her moans had sounded just like when he kissed her. Her hands had felt in the same texture of when her nails raked over his body in real life.

Still, there was no underestimation of the overworking imagination of a teenage boy whose hormones had been running amok. Her body though, was exactly the same as what he had glimpsed the night before. In there truly lay a conundrum. He'd supposed that when you pictured a girl naked, you went with what you thought she should look like but what you had seen before, and by your perception of her.

To actually picture her exactly as he had seen her though, was suspicious. His eyes closed again, trying to recapture the sleep that had filled him just minutes before. His exhaustion overtook him, while the clock kept advancing with the hours of the night.

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Sakura woke with a start. She blinked to the darkened room, her eyes adjusting to the pronounced shadows that occupied every corner. Turning her head from side to side, she looked for something that could have brought her out of her sleep. Bringing her hand to her face, she rubbed the sides of it, while her throat demanded water for its rasp state.

Slipping into her slippers, she walked silently toward the bathroom. Syaoran was a light sleeper, so any sound she made could bring him out of sleep. She stumbled as she walked, her body still half asleep.

Not turning the light on, but leaving the door ajar so that the slight light that came through the window would reflect inside, she reached for a cup and filled it with the tap water. She took small sips, her eyes closing over and over, signaling the want for a comfortable bed to continue her slumber.

Her ears perked for a moment. She shook her head as she turned whatever was left inside the cup into the sink. She was sure that she had heard her name.

Letting a yawn fill her expression, she walked slowly back to her room when the sound came again. Sure that she hadn't made it up, she turned to the other door. It seemed like Syaoran was calling her name.

She sighted, sure that she had woken him even though she had tried her best to keep from making any sound. His groan followed, a sound she'd only heard him made when in pain or frustrated.

Her curiosity peaked, and reassuring following so that he could go back to sleep, she opened the door that led to his room slowly.

The light from the streetlamp that was outside his window illuminated his room. She'd only been there a handful of times, as embarrassment of invading his personal space had made her leave it as soon as possible. She knew that he didn't feel comfortable around her alone in his bedroom, where his bed occupied more than a third of the space.

She stood by the doorway, the light filling in part of the shadows that completely bared the sight for all eyes. She gasped, her hand covering her mouth softly, while her eyes took in the whole scene. Her heart hammered on her chest, her skin tingling as if just kissed, and her senses acute to take in the complete picture.

Her eyes raked his whole figure in. He was completely naked, with the covers completely overthrown to the side of the bed that was unoccupied. The muscles in his powerful legs were contracted, part of it moving upwards letting the knee crest. Her hands itched. From the distance she could see a miniscule presence of dark hair that covered his legs and thighs.

He was turned to his side, a buttock completely uncovered for her eyes. The rounded cheeks seemed chiseled and rough, as a slight movement from him completely defined the body part in all its glory. She'd seen a small statue of a naked Greek man that had been present in a museum that they had visited for class. Syaoran truly had no reason to envy such a sight, as the creamy skin that covered his body seemed as perfect as it could possibly be in a human being.

"Sakura," he gasped her name again, his body moving to her direction giving her a view of the front.

Her eyes were dancing. Lightheadedness settled in, making her sway on her feet for a second while she took in his nude form. She'd never seen an actual human male naked. She'd seen pictures in books that were mostly anatomical that never actually revealed the reality of a human body.

His strong thighs came to his hipbone, and the middle juncture in between took in her whole attention. He was different from anything that she could have ever imagined it to be.

Hair covered his navel, just like her but less pronounced, forming a cover for the member that distinguished his body from hers.

More engrossed though was she on his actions. His hand was moving slowly from the patch of hair toward his penis. The more he rubbed against it, the more it moved. It came from an inert appendage to a fully aroused length. Her name left his lips multiple times, as his eyes closed and his body contracted and prayed for a release.

Sakura's own hands moved to her own navel. From there they moved toward her own juncture as the other went to her breasts. Her nipples were round and puckered, and a pull on her lower body left her aching as she crossed her legs.

Her eyes remained glued to his figure, taking in every little movement that changed his expression, and her ears picking up every part of his grunts and gasps as his fingers rubbed the head of his cock.

Her own hands itched. They didn't want to be touching herself. They wanted to replace his own, feeling the texture of that so very different and new part of his body that she had imagined in her dreams and fantasies. To touch him, to feel her hands over his arousal, to let her mouth wander from his chest to taking him in completely, to have his legs rub against her own, while the rest of their bodies lay bare for their inspections.

He shouted in frustration. Syaoran turned to his side, his hands before him clasped in each other, while his eyes closed as if on pain. He buried his face against the pillow, burying the explicit words that resulted from it.

"It's not enough," his voice permeated the room, where his shifting in position gave away the restless energy that he was feeling. He turned down, taking care while he pressed his erection to the bedding, while his face was completely buried by the material of his pillow.

The banging of his head against it, while trying to catch his breath, letting her see that he had not achieved any satisfaction or release. "Sakura," her name in his lips brought her from the doorway.

She walked to the bed, put the slippers on the other side of the bed and climbed onto it. The movement of the mattress got Syaoran's attention. His head snapped upwards, finally noticing that he was not alone this night in his bedroom.

"Sakura?" he was flabbergasted. His expression revealed a horror as he realized that he was naked in his bed, while his girlfriend had climbed into bed with him. "What are you doing here?" He quickly grabbed part of the covers and threw them over his lower body.

He barely had enough material to pool around his midsection as she was kneeling right over the material. Sakura advanced in all fours, taking care of using her knees to pull the bedding off of his body.

"I heard you calling me," she answered, stopping herself just inches from his face.

"You should go back to your room," Syaoran's voice climbed a few decibels as she observed his naked body.

"I don't think so," she leaned forward, throwing a hand to his other side while one of her legs settled in between his own. She pushed him backward, settling herself atop of him.

"What are you doing?" Syaoran remained motionless as he felt the full weight of her body on his. Nothing had ever felt as good as that. Her hands roamed his sides, settling on his chest as she moved her lower body so she was sitting on top of him.

"Syaoran," she recalled his attention to her face while she settled over his navel. His erection rubbing over her own juncture, getting harder by the seconds. "I want you to touch me."

"What?" Syaoran blinked his eyes. He had to be imagining all this. There was absolutely no way that Sakura had just entered his room with only a t-shirt on while in her undergarments and currently straddling him. Still, she felt so real to his touch. His hands caressed her thighs, grabbing her backside and bringing her down to his naked chest.

"I must be dreaming," he murmured when the shift in his position brought his erection in contact with the fabric of her panties.

"It's not a dream," Sakura used her hands to strip the shirt from her body, baring her upper body to his gaze. This was the first time that she stood in front of a member of the opposite sex in her panties. A slight haze of color covered her cheeks as by instinct of unfamiliarity brought her arms over her chest to cover her nudity.

She wanted him to see her, to touch her, to love her, but nagging doubts of inexperience couldn't be thought away in an instant. If he could break out of the daze that seemed to have overcome him at the moment, then maybe she wouldn't feel like a fool who had made a mistake.

Infused with anger at his inactivity, she fell to his body, earning a deep grunt as she knocked the breath out of him. Just for good measure she bit his ear. Hard, sure that an imprint of her teeth would remain for several hours.

Syaoran pulled her away, while curses rained out of his mouth. He rubbed his ear softly, realizing that his girlfriend was naked and fully atop of him.

"Sakura," his arms came around her waist as she wiggled from his embrace and tried to reach for he discarded garment.

"Let me go," she growled as his arms kept her in the position she was trying to get out of.

"No," Syaoran rolled to the side, trapping her beneath his frame, his hands trapping her own on the side of the pillow where her head had settled. "Why are you in my room in the middle of the night Sakura?" He asked as his completely awake mind finally started to take in her unclothed figure.

She was growling under her breath as her hands struggled. Each movement that she made, her breasts move in their place. His attention completely focused on them, her deep breaths accentuating their size. "You're naked," stating the obvious only infuriated her.

"Of course I am," one of her hands slipped from his and enlaced itself around his neck, bringing him down to her. Grabbing his scalp, she brought his lips down to hers taking him completely by surprise. Her pent up rage dissipated as he matched her groan for groan, fumble for fumble, and caress by caress.

They separated for breath, their eyes shinning while their gazes devoured each of their expressions. "Touch me." Sakura closed her eyes at her pronouncement and let her hands fall to her sides. Her head was turned, her profile to his gaze as she took a deep breath that brought her breasts forward while she relaxed her knees so that her legs were opened further.

"As you wish," Syaoran felt his head lighten as his arousal deepened. His circulation tripled at her words, his hands shaking slightly as one reached for a place he had never touched before.

He let his hand encase her breast. He felt her breath hitch as he settled his palm over the mound. An exhilaration he had felt before coursed through his body. Going forward he took the other into his mouth.

His tongue ran over it completely. Her nipple hardened under his tongue, while her hands buried themselves on his hair. In impulse he bit it softly. She gasped, not in pain, but in surprise. As her nipples kept on hardening, he ran his stubble face against the skin.

"Oh, god," she forcefully pulled him upwards. His stubble ran from the side of her breast to her neck. "I love your stubble."

He chuckled at this. It wasn't as if he hadn't noticed that every chance she had, she would somehow touch his face. It was a mite uncomfortable for him as the hair growing every day at such rate was unfamiliar to him, but she had a fetish with it.

"I know," his hand went from her breast to her navel. He traced her belly button softly, while he kissed her chest once again. Sucking on them, he experienced an arousal that he'd never had before. He'd had a lot of pulls toward sexual excitement where Sakura was concerned, but never like this.

His hand walked toward her panties, and slipped under the material. He came in contact with the hair covering her sex. Simply playing around with it left her breathless. His touch was so different from anything that she had ever felt before down there.

His mouth followed, leaving a trail of kisses from her breast to her abdomen. The muscles contracted under his lips, quivering slightly as his tongue ran over the skin.

"Syaoran!" The exclamation left her lips as he grabbed her suddenly. He applied pressure with his palm, rubbing up and down.

"Yes?" He asked as he brought his hand from her place, a lingering tingle in his palm. He brought his hand to his face, lightly licking its surface, catching an unfamiliar taste and smell from it.

"Keep doing it," she ordered as she brought one of her own hands to lead his back to her sex. She lifted her hips, tangling the material into hers and his hands and pulled. The message was quite clear with that.

A smile of satisfaction covered his face. It felt good to the ego to find that your girlfriend liked it when you touched one of her most sacred places. Still, habits died hard when your personality was like his.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he kissed her, a dizzying chime taking over his mind. She seemed to want an intimacy between them, but it was clearly unexpected to have it today.

"Yes," her eyes shined beneath the illumination from the window. Her cheeks were covered with a rosy hue, a bit of perspiration covering her temple. She was smiling though, her own hands wandering to his lower body via his back. "I love you Syaoran," her fingers brushed against his pubic hairs, his abs contracting as if he had just been punched in the stomach. "I want you to touch me like I want to touch you."

Her hand stopped by his erection. Not truly grabbing it, but letting it come in contact with her palm and fingers. Moving her hand to a different angle, she rubbed it from its base to its head. Syaoran felt his vision clouding, all of his blood truly rushing to his lower body. He could feel the dam dissolving, a bit of fluid coming out of the head of his penis as her hands stilled.

"It's so hard," she said in wonder. She'd heard and read about it, but experiencing it was something quite different.

He reached for her wandering hand before she could fully make him come. He was so high strung that all of his resolve and strength would leave him as soon as he spilled his semen in an orgasm. He wanted to take care of her before it was too late though. He didn't have much confidence on what would happen when they truly came together in the end, but he could make sure that she felt good before he was forced to come.

One of his hand held her own hand imprisoned while the other traveled to her opening. He slowly inserted a finger, trying to remember what he was supposed to do as his brain remained in a haze. She arched against his touch, making his palm come in contact with her clitoris.

He deftly explored her inside, while his thumb rubbed the nub, feeling it harden as a pebble against her soft inner folds. His fingers moved in a circle, stretching and probing the muscles that were coated with a wet substance. The wetter she was, then the more pleasure she could receive as the uncomfortable feeling would be driven away by pleasure. That much he could remember.

She gasped and moan as every probe brought him in contact with her in a different angle. Her face was truly red now, her lips parted in gasps as she ushered him on to the end.

"I'd love to get inside you right now," he whispered to her ear as her pelvis ground against his arm, arching, letting his fingers explore deeper. "But this is all that I can do for you tonight," with that he slinked toward the bottom of the bed. Both of his hands were used to part her legs further and parted her outer lips. She felt like screaming when she felt his mouth devouring her.

He sucked and ran his tongue over her sex as she trashed under his ministrations. His tongue entered her, it ran over every little inch of her hole, his fingers still playing around with her clitoris. He felt her snap, her muscles contracting, her legs stiff and her hips arched to his face. Her release didn't elicit a scream, but the shrill response as she went boneless under him was enough to clue him in.

She was still pulsating inside as he truly drank her release. He felt her slowing heart beat, her legs regaining some control as they shifted under his arms.

"Syaoran," she called him, her hands going around his shoulders to bring him to her. As she pulled him, he made a trail of kissed through her abdomen, breasts, neck, finally settling over her mouth. As they kissed, she could taste herself. She'd tasted her release the times she had tried to bring some comfort to herself, so she was able to tell what she was feeling.

Still, he was pressing hard against her hip bone. He was still as hard as he had been when they had started. She wondered over his words before he had gone down on her, recalling what he had said.

As if seeing what she was thinking about, Syaoran laughed. It sounded dry and hoarse to his own ears, as he could attest to the fact that he was actually feeling pain at the moment. He was as hard as he had actually felt before. "I don't have any protection."

"Oh," was her subtle answer to his explanation. Her eyes left his face to look toward the window. The sky was still was dark as it had been when she had awoken. It seemed to have happened hours before as time seized to exist to her, but she was sure that not that much time had actually passed.

She felt so wonderful. Freedom. She was actually free from her body. She felt subtly different, but in what way she couldn't explain.

She wanted him to feel it too.

Her mind focused on her idea, she carefully maneuvered him to the side. She pushed him against the bedding, letting one of her knees to stay in between his legs.

Syaoran's features reflected his confusion as he saw her stand over him. "That's a shame," she responded to his earlier explanation. "But I'm sure I can do something for you."

It took Syaoran several seconds to connect her cryptic answer to what he had told her before. When he finally made the connection, she was already placing kisses over his chest.

Her hands played over the hair that covered his chest and traveled downwards. It followed the path that it created toward his erection. Her hand lingered over his abdomen, his greatly defined muscles contracting wildly as she kissed them. With her lips placed over his skin, she felt as if they were jumping beneath her caress. It had to be a sensitive area for him if his body became completely rigid with the move kisses she placed over the place.

"Do you like my kisses Syaoran?" She asked, her voice reflecting the happiness she felt bubbling inside of her as she finally got to explore his body in real life.

His mouth moved, but he couldn't speak. He was so wound up inside that all that came out of his mouth were non-sensible grumbles. No coherent thought could form in his brain as he could only process the fact that she was so close to where he wanted to feel her mouth on.

Her hand went to the base of his erection, wrapped her hand around it and traveled upwards to the tip of his erected penis. As her hand lifted, taking away her touch, his hips lifted as well, reaching, yearning for her warmth to return.

It had felt as heaven to him. There was no way to compare it to the times he'd had to take care of his arousal on his own. Knowing that she was real this time just doubled the yearning he had for release. This was truly the worse torture that he had ever found himself under.

She pulled herself upwards over his body, letting his whole cock come in contact with her stomach, the hair the was on her navel and settle over leg. He gasped over and over again, his eyes closing slightly as they glazed over. She felt mischievous and in control.

She wanted to hear him ask for her touch. She'd begged for release, so in turn she wanted him to crave her own touch. "Do you want me to kiss you down there?" She whispered, almost inaudibly in his ear as she softly bit him. His hands grabbed her roughly, bringing her face before his.

"Yes," he bit her bottom lips as her eyes closed. She could feel her own desire build again in her lower body. Just having him touch her when she was undressed was enough to elicit a response of complete arousal from him.

"I've dreamt of you touching me," his voice was still hoarse and rasp to their ears. "I've come in this bed imagining your hands on me." His gaze focused on her parted lips as he kept on biting and kissing her lower lip. "Your mouth with me inside of you." He was intent on driving the point home when he grounded her hips against his.

They both saw stars as their whole body came in contact skin to skin, chest to chest, sex to sex. Their nakedness bringing in a new meaning to their intimacy.

"My hard cock inside of you while you scream for release," the last was punctuated as he ran his tongue from her neck bone to her breast. He suckled and nibbled on it as she almost fell upon him as her arms had lost their strength. She was getting wet again, with just his words and his body. The pulsating warmth inside of her just left her breathless once again.

Syaoran used one of his hands to anchor her with her butt as his other slipped inside once again. This time much effort wasn't needed. While his mouth ravaged her breast and stomach, she came once again into his nibble fingers. She fell hard against him, her face buried on his neck. His breaths were still harsh against her ears, her own trying to let her heartbeats return to normal.

"Oh God I love it when you come," he told her as her breasts and hard nipples rubbed against his upper body as she moved. Her muscles still feeling like jelly, Sakura pulled from the place, completely spent.

"No fair," she finally said to him as she dropped to the side. "I want to make you come." An emphasis placed on the you.

Syaoran chuckled as he saw her pout. Everything she did aroused him to new heights. He was sure his hard on was about to explode without her assistance as he watched her.

"Don't touch me now," she warned him as she went over to his legs and gripped him once again. Syaoran's eyes crossed as she moved it up and down. She spread a bit of fluid that had escaped the tip over it, marveling over the feel of the skin. It felt smooth and ragged at the same time.

Recalling what she had felt when he had run his tongue over her sex, she leaned forward, her hair rushing against his legs eliciting a shiver from his body. She pressed forward, her eyes round as she took in the appearance of the male reproductive organ. He was so erect that it pointed to his own navel. The hair around it cushioned it as it bobbled with each breath that he took.

Shaking her head against the spell it had been caught on, she opened her mouth and placed her tongue at the base of it. Keeping him still with her hand, she ran her tongue from the base to the tip. Syaoran trembled as it happened, his knees buckling under the strain and falling to the bedspread.

His eyes crossed once again, his vision completely leaving him as she then proceeded to run her tongue from the tip toward the base and to his testicles. He felt so hard that he was sure that he could break in two if he didn't come soon.

Her free hand wandered toward his testicles and traced them as she took him into her mouth. She brought it inside as far as it could go, letting her teeth scrape over the texture, trying to discern the taste that it brought to her senses. She brought her mouth to the tip once again, her tongue circling the head and into her mouth once again when she felt him buck beneath her.

"I'm coming," his hands left her head to grab the linen beneath his body. The material bunching madly under his fingers. He shouted her name while he spilled inside her mouth.

Sakura was taken aback as she felt a foreign liquid fill her mouth. She coughed a bit as she realized that he had come into her mouth. She hadn't thought that he would come so quickly or taken into heart his warning. In reflex, she drank it, feeling as if she had just drank a raw egg.

Her tongue ran over her teeth and surfaces, feeling the whole taste and texture of his semen. It was erotic when you thought about it. She was tasting him in her mouth. She had his essence inside of her body. She finally felt filled and knowledgeable on a subject that had brought her many restless nights.

"Sakura," Syaoran finally spoke. He pulled her to his chest, settling her head over his heartbeat. His hands simply massaged her scalp as she climbed further to his side.

Using his tired legs, Syaoran pushed away the covers in which he was resting over and pulled her to his embrace. He kissed her temple as his eyes closed in exhaustion. He knew that he would fall asleep as soon as he reached his much needed release.

Sakura felt him relax, his arms still rock hard around her waist. She had her nose against his neck. Every small breath brought in the scent of sweat and their release. The bed linens were damp bellow them, but her body didn't care. She let her arm rest over his neck, her hand brushing his nape. He shivered slightly before they settled into deep sleep.

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Several hours later both teenagers woke at Syaoran's alarm clock. They needed to get up early to catch up on their studying. Blushing, they had untangled their limbs from one another and started the day with the memories of what had occurred the night before on Syaoran's bed.

Smiles and wandering eyes brought little embarrass chuckles out, but their thoughts remained in tune to a thought. The experience needed to be repeated as soon as possible. Maybe even go a bit further. Syaoran vowed to himself to get prepared. Their final exams were going to be over by next Friday. That was going to be the day.

Interpreting his stumbling words and his blushes, Sakura answered the question in her own way. She kissed him as they separated at her house's steps. Their hands enlaced themselves, their mouths and lips communicated, while their bodies primed themselves as they had always done with their embrace.

"Have the precautions ready next time," she whispered as she slipped from him and took in his hungering gaze. She was sure that her eyes mirrored his own.

"I'll be prepared." With that Syaoran waved and let her go into the house. He slipped his hands into his pants' and walked back to his place. A whistling tune erupted from his lips, exams and tests forgotten for a bit as the world seemed brighter than it had been a few hours before.

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I'm sorry for the time it took me to write this. I must say though that the length should justify it. It has been a long time since I've written such a long chapter. I was tempted to break it into two parts, but what the hell. I'm actually going to write a fourth part and the last. Or maybe I should just leave it right here. What do you think, should I write another chapter? Our couple will finally get their night of full intimacy only if you want it to.

I didn't let them go through the whole thing because to my thinking, Syaoran has been thinking of sex, but he hadn't actually thought of having it with his girlfriend any time soon. He should have known better, ^_^ right?

Chapter 4 : Hearts (Maybe)

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