WARNING: Lemon ahead!!! Contains scenes and languages not suitable for young audiences. IMMATURE KIDS AND SICK PERVERTS, GO LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE!

BISHLOV NOTES: This is the lemon part of my Rika+Terada fic "Unfulfilled Love" ( http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=639093 ). For those who don't know. Rika's already in her twenties here and has just gotten married to Yoshiyuki Terada so there's no need to give me those dirty looks. Happy reading!

For FloralMoon, anjali-chan, L-chan, SAICHO-18, Dr Megalomania and the other hentai readers of "Unfulfilled Love".

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CCS or any of its characters. CLAMP does. This plot is a product of my imagination. Any similarities to other fan fictions are unintentional.

UNFULFILLED LOVE

By bishounen lovah

Chapter 12: Honeymoon Jitters Part 2

Yoshiyuki was too shocked at the scene that greeted him. Pleasantly shocked. His beautiful angel made a heavenly picture standing in the middle of their candlelit bedroom. The heady scent of candles and romantic light they emitted were bringing chaos to his line of thoughts.

Not to mention that seductive look his wife was giving him.

Can angels give such a look? At that moment he wasn't sure nor did he care. His body was starting to react at the onslaught of desire that he had held in check ever since he met Rika again. His heart started beating again and assumed a very fast pace as he watched her smile and beckon him with one curling finger.

He cleared his throat once, twice to get rid of the hard lump stuck in there and to wet his suddenly dry mouth. He was used to Rika's hints and teases but this tops the lot. No it wasn't because of the props. It was because of the uninhibited looks that she had been giving him.

Uninhibited. That was right. He no longer had to hold back. They were married now. She was his and he was hers.

For months now he tried to control his libido but it seemed like Rika wanted the complete opposite. Nevertheless, he never gave in to her vixen ways. She must have not known what she was doing. She was still undergoing therapy for her depression. Rushing into bed with him was not a good idea. But still he had to protect her honor even if it meant protecting it from himself.

"Yoshi."

He snapped out of his reverie when he heard her call out his name. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her pout prettily. She must have felt a little ignored and he couldn't let that happen anymore. He would give all the attention his wife would want and drive her crazy in the process. A payback for all of those sleepless nights cuddled up in bed…too close for comfort.

He closed the door softly then walked slowly towards her. His steps quickened when Rika shrugged out of his coat that he placed on her shoulder earlier and let it drop on the floor.

"Rika-mine," he whispered before taking her into his arms quickly.

His lips swooped down on hers. They shared passion filled kissed for the next several minutes. Kissed as though there was no tomorrow. Her hands were locked around his neck, holding on for dear life while his were on her small back slowly sliding towards her buttocks. He pressed her lower body closer to his and knew she felt his arousal when she tugged on a handful of his hair. That brought some of his consciousness back. This was going too fast. If he didn't slow down the tempo, their lovemaking would certainly end up into a "Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am" scenario. And Rika would end up hurting in the morning.

No he couldn't have that. So ever so gently, he broke their kiss and opted to brushing his lips softly on her face. He ignored her disappointed whimpers and continued his ministrations until their heartbeats returned to a slower pace and her arms loosened their grip on him. Brushing curly locks of hair away from her flushed face, he waited for her to open her eyes and look at him.

"Do you trust me, hime?"

Yoshiyuki watched Rika's eyes flicker with disbelief. After all, it was a stupid question asked at a stupid time. Nevertheless, she nodded in affirmation. With that he leant forward to drop another kiss on her lips but this time he made sure that the kiss was slow, gentle yet thorough. It may not be that arousing but it still rendered them breathless.

He slowly knelt down and placed her hands on his shoulder. Raising her skirt a bit, he took one foot in his hands and unstrapped her heeled sandals. He did the same with her other foot then tossed her shoes aside before standing up again.

Now barefoot, Rika stood with her eyes level with his neck instead of his lips. He recalled what Syaoran and Takashi said before the wedding. About him being huge compared to Rika's small figure. Of course, he knew what Takashi's mischievous statement meant. He just wished that he wasn't that huge for her. The last thing he wanted was Rika getting hurt.

His worries were brushed aside as he felt her lips on the crook of his neck, her tongue flicking lightly. He shivered pleasantly but gently pushed her a little from him and turned her around so her back was against his chest. His right arm snaked around her stopping just below her breasts while he placed his left hand on her upper thigh.

He placed hot, wet kisses on her nape and at the back of her ears. At one time his lips wandered at the area joining her neck to her shoulder. She automatically tilted her head to the other side to give him more access. He did not believe in those mythical creatures called vampires but at that moment he had wondered at the great temptation of biting her delicate neck.

And he gave in to the temptation without second thoughts. He gently sank his teeth on the crook of her neck and sucked deeply, earning a gasp and shiver from his wife.

His left hand went to unzip her gown ever so slowly then loosened his grip on her, letting the gown fall to her feet leaving her naked except for her strapless bra and panties. It wasn't long before her bra joined the rest of the clothes on the floor and was instantly replaced by his calloused palm. His breath quickened as he realized how wonderful it was to touch and feel her soft breasts.

He started to knead her left breast with his right hand while his other hand went to her lower abdomen to press her closer to him. By the time he paid attention to her other breast, her knees had already buckled under her.

Yoshiyuki pulled her in his arms and carried her towards the bed then laid her down as if she was some kind of porcelain doll. Porcelain. That was an apt description for her skin was as smooth and white as porcelain but retained the softness only babies have.

He gazed lovingly and longingly at her with passion glazed eyes. She was perfect. Right from her luscious hair fanning the pillow to her beautifully flushed face…her small, round breasts…her smooth, flat stomach…and shapely legs. He started to memorize every inch of her including how her white-laced bikini briefs failed to cover the shadow of brown curls he longed to explore.

He felt his pants tighten some more.

He was about to pull her panties off when she grabbed his hands and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Mou! How is it that I'm lying here almost naked and you're standing there fully clothed," Rika said in a very seductive pouty voice.

Before he could reply, she was already on her knees (on the bed) and was starting to unbutton his shirt. Less than a minute later his shirt was thrown away. Next on her agenda were his pants. The mischievous glint in her warm brown eyes told him that she wasn't going to get rid of the garment as fast as she disposed his shirt.

And he was right. A minute had passed before she finished unbuckling his belt and unhooking the button of his pants. And what seemed like a decade had passed before the zipper stopped grazing his engorged manhood. By the time his pants slid to the floor, his upper body was already covered with a light sheen of perspiration and his teeth were starting to grit in pain.

She wasn't through though. After admiring his physique under hooded lids, her hands brushed lightly on his abdomen then his chest before resting on his shoulder. She leaned towards him and started kissing him. Her tongue flicked against his and just as he was about to respond she broke the kiss and headed for his neck. There she mimicked his earlier actions and gave him one heck of a love bite.

For a couple of minutes they stayed that way with Rika exploring his torso using her hands and mouth and with Yoshi feeling the sensations that were playing havoc to his mind and body. He kneaded her buttocks as he pulled her towards him to show her effect on him. His eyes shot open when he got more than he bargained for.

A feral growl escaped his lips when he felt her hand slip in his boxer shorts and cupped his arousal, squeezing him gently.

"Yamero!" Yoshiyuki grabbed her wandering hands. It took him a while before he could control the raging burn in his loins. "Don't do that again unless you want this to be over before it has even started."

"Ever?" An eyebrow quirked up in an amused question.

"Just for tonight, hime. I want this night to be perfect for you. Tonight is all about you." That said, he released her hands and kicked off his pants and shoes and tugged on his socks. A giggle escaped her lips when a shoe went off tumbling far across the floor. A giggle that got stuck in her throat when he pulled off his black boxers.

His eyes never left Rika's face, watching her every reaction. He watched as her eyes grew big in surprise then even bigger in panic. His heart beat hard against his ribs as he waited for Rika to make the first move. He wanted her to make the decision if she wanted to go on.

"You're beautiful," she whispered as she lifted her eyes to him. Her face was flushed from shyness and excitement. She watched as his muscles rippled in reaction. The years he spent sitting down and writing books did not destroy his lean, muscled body a bit. Her hands had already familiarized themselves with his upper body and are now itching to feel his firm buttocks and thighs.

Gone was the nervous look on his face. Yoshiyuki's face was flushed with excitement too. Beautiful. She had called him beautiful. And from the heated way she was looking at him right now, he felt as such. Not wanting to delay any longer, he grabbed her by the shoulder, kissed her and gently pushed her on her back. This time he joined her, careful not to crush her with his large frame.

He broke off their kiss to look at her now totally nude body. He wasn't sure how he got rid of her underwear or even if he was the one who removed it.

Kirei. If he was beautiful, she was a goddess. The light from the candles flickered against her skin and threw shadows at apt areas of her body, giving off a sense of mystery. He was totally captivated by the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts. Her hands rose towards him and beckoned him to come back.

"Anata. Onegai."

He needed no further urging. He hovered over her and started exploring. His lips were on her neck and shoulder, giving her a bite here and there. His hands were on her breasts, touching everywhere except where it really mattered.

"Yoshi."

He heard the tinge of exasperation in her voice. Smirking to himself, he decided to give her what she wanted. He flicked her nipple with his thumb before gently rolling them in between his fingers. He captured her gasp with his lips and continued his ministrations until she whimpered. A second later, he had the taut nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue and suckling gently. He did the same with her other breast.

"Yoshi."

This time he heard longing.

"What is it, love? Tell me what you want," he whispered softly in her ear, tracing it with the tip of his tongue.

She didn't tell him. Instead she took his left hand from her breast and slowly slid his rough palm down her smooth stomach. Yoshiyuki watched their hands move across the plane, mesmerized by the sight and feel of the action. Their hands stopped when his fingers were buried in her brown curls.

And as if on cue, her legs parted slightly, inviting him to touch her intimately.

He licked his suddenly dry lips and looked at Rika. Her eyes were shut tightly from anticipation. Her flush turned a shade deeper probably from embarrassment of her wanton act.

But he didn't mind. In fact he was pleasantly surprised that she was passionate and demanding in bed. It made him wonder how exciting their future lovemaking would be. But first…

He slid his fingers lower and felt her wet core. Her hands fell to her sides and clutched at the beddings. It was a few seconds later that she realized that he was not touching her anymore. He wanted her attention. He wanted to see her eyes glaze with passion because of his touch.

And he watched her eyes do just that as his thumb explored her core. Watched with enthusiasm as her hands clutched the beddings tighter. Watched in amusement when her legs parted some more. Watched her white teeth sink in her lower lip, preventing herself to make any noise.

He didn't want that so he forced her lips to part. He wanted to hear her reaction, wanted to hear her pleasure and exquisite pain. His lips hovered above hers, feeling her soft whimpers.

And he greedily drank in the loud moan that escaped her swollen lips when he gave her little nub a pinch. He watched her eyes close in reaction. He watched her squirm as he continued his ministrations.

He knew she was close to finding her fulfillment. Licking his lips yet again in anticipation, he started to insert his forefinger in her. His breath got stuck in his throat when he felt how warm and tight she was. His eyes closed involuntarily as pain filled his arousal. He could just imagine her walls closing in on his shaft.

He slowly withdrew his finger causing her to whimper again. Her cries of protest were replaced with moans when he thrust his finger in again, this time accompanied by his middle finger. Her hips rocked in time with his movements. It wasn't long before her walls clamped on his fingers tightly.

Her body shook as her orgasm came. Intense pleasure swept her radiant face. He continued to watch her beautiful face until her body calmed down. His eyes never breaking contact with hers, he slid his fingers out of her core and brought them in between their faces. One after the other he slipped his wet fingers in his mouth and sucked her juices from them.

The flicker in her eyes told him that she was aroused again. She pulled him to her for a kiss. Their lips barely separated for long. Their hands touched everywhere they could reach of each other's bodies. Soon he wrenched his lips off hers and sent her a questioning look.

"Onegai…I need you…in me," she whispered breathlessly.

He poised over her, the tip of his manhood brushing against her opening. His teeth gritted in pain but held back to see if she was sure. Her eyes were already closed, feeling him against her.

Slowly he entered her. Sweat broke out of his entire body as he fully realized just how tight she really is. He hesitated once he felt her barrier. Their eyes met at that instant and without any warning she lifted her hips to fully envelope him.

A ragged cry escaped his lips when he felt her barrier tear. He knew it had hurt. Her eyes were glossed with sudden tears that fell to the side of her face. He rained her face with kisses, catching her tears with his tongue and waiting for the pain to subside.

"Daijoubu?" he asked when he heard her sigh.

"Aa." To prove her point, she raised her knees, further drawing him deeper in her. His eyes closed in reaction since he was now fully inside her with her walls sheathing his entire shaft. "You're not planning to stay still the whole night, are you?"

He smirked at her teasing. We'll see if you'll be able to remember a single word later on.

And then he moved. He paced himself to move in and out of her slowly. He ignored the intense desire to move faster. He wanted to drive Rika crazy and watch her reach her peak.

The pressure built steadily inside her. She concentrated on the immense pleasure of feeling him inside her. The feeling of his manhood brushing her walls. She felt the pressure build and then suddenly it was too much. With one more deep thrust she felt the dam of pleasure break again, flooding her entire being with feelings she could not begin to describe.

Yoshiyuki watched with satisfaction as her body shook more violently than before. He was having trouble holding back with her walls pulsing madly on him. But the look of ecstasy on her face gave him the strength. He was beginning to get addicted to that look and was determined to see it again and again.

"Mou," she managed to whisper as soon as she realized that he still hasn't let go. His smug look was a little bit irritating as well as the fact that he really meant it when he said that tonight was all about her. She wanted him to feel the same pleasure and was determined to give it.

She wrapped her legs around him and ground her hips against his in temptation. It wasn't long before he started moving again. It was still too slow for her taste so she moved along with him, raising and lowering her hips to set a new pace.

The room was silent except for their moans and grunts. Both were sweating from exertion. Both were focused in giving each other pleasure while at the same time relishing the pleasure given to them.

Come on hime, he begged silently, not being able to hold back any longer. Reach for it. Once more, for me.

Fearing that he would go before her, he released her hand and reached down in between them. He gave her nub a pinch and bit on her shoulder.

That did her in. She screamed his name when her third orgasm came just as he screamed hers when his seed poured in her. Ragged breaths permeated the room. The lovers' orgasms were so powerful it was taking them quite a long while to catch their breaths and calm their hearts.

Rika was first to recover.

"Anata," she whispered as she brushed her husband's damp hair from his forehead.

"A-a moment, hime," came his muffled reply.

They stayed that way for a few more minutes, with Yoshiyuki's head buried against the crook of her neck. Rika's arms tightened around him as she traced the muscles on his back with her fingers.

He lifted his head and gave Rika a very slow, very tender kiss on the lips. He rolled over on his back, taking her with him, careful to not break their contact.

She wiggled to find a comfortable position on top of him. He sighed as he felt his shaft harden in reaction to her movements. The woman can sometimes be totally unaware of her effect on him.

"Better?" He asked as she settled her hands and chin on his chest. She smiled her answer.

"Arigatou," she said after a few minutes of staring at each other.

"For what?"

"For being wonderful."

"Wonderful in bed or wonderful as a person?" He grinned, tracing lazy circles on her back and buttocks.

She pinched his nose and laughed. "Both…I love you."

"I love you more."

Their lazy kisses were interrupted when Rika yawned widely.

"You know, if I didn't know better I'd probably be hurt because of that."

"Well, you do know better. You're the one who tired me out." She started to slide off him only to be stopped.

"Iya. Stay." He didn't want to separate with her just yet. He wanted to stay like that until morning. So she settled back on him and rested the side of her face on his chest. Yoshiyuki reached for the blanket that they had managed to kick off the bed and covered them from the waist down.

He gently rubbed her back even after she fell asleep. Everything still felt like a dream. From their wedding down to their lovemaking. Everything had an ethereal quality to it.

Slowly he drifted to his own slumber knowing that come morning the dream would still be there…embodied by the woman in his arms.

~OWARI~