Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ By Her Side ❯ Chapter 3, By Her Side ( Chapter 3 )

I take a step closer to you, reaching out for your hands, clutched so tightly to your chest. Your breathing has quickened, but I can hear the rapid beating of my heart resound steadily through my ears, pounding. You look as if you're paralyzed, as if, at any given moment you would be prepared to take this as some joke, or say nonchalantly that I must be tired.

"I'm not tired. Not a bit sleepy,"I say as I gently grasp your hands from your chest. Our palms meet in mid air, as my fingers entwine your pale, small hands. Our contrast is something to be admired, I think as I smile at you.

How can such a simple gesture make me ache for you even more? I've been watching you for so long, but I've never felt this strongly before.

"Tohru," I question you, taking one hand from your timid grasp, holding the other still between our bodies, at a standstill. Leaning in, half expecting a slap in the face, or half expecting my wishes to become reality, I bring my eyelids over my eyes as my lips search for that one hungered embrace.

My lingering hand has come up to cup your face, tenderly. I can feel your burning skin, only making me become more aroused. I love all of you. Your body. Your soul. I love you. Simply that. You give me an aching need. But I don't intend to let that yearning go unsatisfied.

The sensation of my lips on yours could only be described as a feeling close to that of a soft petal caressing your skin, except, there's a fire dormant within the petal. I'd like to rekindle this fire, with this burning animosity I seem to have bursting inside of me.

At first it was a slight brush of lips. Mine are partly chapped, and their rough texture cannot compare to the blossom softness of your surprised, rose bud lips. As I bring my face back, my tongue lingered from my heated mouth. Slowly, it trails your lower lip, and I look up to languish in the expressions of your unspeakable beauty.

You're bright red, which I had always found cute, but right now, as I run my tongue along your slightly parted lips, it doesn't look as innocent or cute in any way. It just makes me harder. And I like it, oh god, I love it.

My hand has left its burning touch on your cheek to slink down your slender back. I sink my tongue into your mouth, which I am surprised has opened wider, although hesitantly. This light blouse ib my fingertips is but a barrier, preventing me from the graceful feel of your white silk skin.

As I explore your mouth I can't help but feel you press your lower body into my groins. I am taken aback for a mere moment, but I gladly comply as I press my arousal into your heated need. When did you entwine your hands in my hair? It doesn't matter, since I love this feeling all the same.

My tongue trails the inside of your hot mouth, yet soon I find your own tongue gliding in our sea of heat, and the warmth of your kiss nearly overpowers my senses. Soon I find myself sucking on your tongue, both hands resting on your soft, round bottom, underneath your tight, cotton panties. I squeeze your cheeks in rhythm to your firm teasing of my cock against the building wetness through your skirt. Beating your abdomen against mine, I can hear you moaning into me as I suck your tongue fiercely.

My hands have found your bra clasps, and as I undo them, you start to suck my own tongue. The tightness in my loins is unbearable. I strengthen my kiss now, both of our tongues in a frenzy, and then I thrust my lower body into yours in unimaginable need. The only thing I need to know is, I want to fuck you. Now.