Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Golden Dreams ❯ The Dragon, in the Kitchen, with the Riceball ( Chapter 8 )

"You can put your things in my room, and I'll start lunch." Tohru suggested upon arrival into their driveway.

"That sounds excellent." Hatori replied.

Tohru sighed. It was like a dream. She had an entire week to spend with the man she'd fantasized about since the day they had met. She remembered how afraid of him she had been, but she was utterly drawn to him.

Tohru was idly stirring a pot when he returned.

"If you want to change into some clean clothes, I can hold down the fort until you return."

She jumped. 'Is this really happening?' She wondered, trudging up the stairs.

Hatori gasped when she returned to the kitchen. Her gray pleated skirt was shorter than the one she wore the other night. She had black thigh high socks pulled up inches below the hem, and a white blouse that tied in the back. Her shirt cut so low it exposed much of her full breasts. Her erect nipples were visible not far from the neckline.

"Suddenly, I'm not so hungry." He mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"Oh nothing. You look. . . stunning." He said.

Tohru returned to her post to check the stew.

"It's done." She announced.

She reached up into the cabinets for bowls and cups. As she did so her skirt flashed.

'So this time it's white lace.' He thought. 'Down boy!' He told his erection, but to no avail. Tohru continued to scurry around the kitchen giving him flashes of her brazilian thong all along the way. He couldn't take it. She had just turned to give him his bowl of stew when he caught her lips.

He took her completely by surprise. Tohru moaned into his mouth. She set the bowl on the counter, and he lifted her upon it. Untucking her blouse, he caressed her sides and breasts with his massive hands. He flicked his tongue at her ear, and gently sucked on her neck just below it.

She pulled away. "What brought this on?" She asked innocently.

"You can't expect to wear that outfit and not get some kind of response." Hatori answered with a dark smile.

Catching her lips once again, he fit his hand between her slightly spread legs. She moaned as he entered her. Fiddling with his belt and zipper, Tohru freed Hatori's bulge from his pants. Hatori untied her blouse, revealing her matching white lace bra. She scooted closer to the edge of the counter for easier access for his hand job. Her moist thong brushed the tip of his penis. The sensation caused Hatori to nearly loose his balance. He braced himself on the upper cabinets.

'One thrust.' He thought, wishing his conscience wasn't getting in the way of his carnal desires.

Tohru shifted. As she did, her underwear moved slightly to the side. His penis brushed her wet mound just above his fingers.

'I'm about to loose control.'

He lifted her from the counter and laid her on the floor. Tohru moaned against the cold tile. She wanted him to take her, wanted to feel his pulsating penis from within. He sat on his heels between her legs, and reinserted his fingers. She gyrated at his touch. He planted a row of kisses above her waistline before removing her underwear. He buried his head between her legs, teasing her clitoris with his tongue.

"Mmmm." He mumbled.

The vibrations sent chills throughout Tohru's body. Her fingertips echoed her pulse. She moaned loudly and breathily. He continued to caress her vaginal walls with his fingers while gently sucking, and otherwise manipulating the rest of her sensitive mound.

"HATORI!" She cried loudly, on the brink of her orgasm.

He plunged his fingers deep inside her, twisting them as he entered. She screamed as her insides broke. The world faded before her eyes to vibrant nothingness filled with streaming with shards of pleasure.

"Oh, Ha'ri." She breathed. "Does it get better every time?"

He kissed her cheek. "I guess we'll wait and see."

Tohru sat up, forcing Hatori to lay down or be transformed. She kissed him passionately behind his ear, licking her way down his neck, Unbuttoning his shirt, she explored his tight chest with her hands and mouth. She rubbed his testicles with one hand while gently massaging his shaft with her other. She seductively licked up the length of his penis pausing on its head sending a shower of titillating spasms throughout Hatori's body. She slowly took its length into her mouth.

Hatori gasped. "Oh GOD, Tohru."

Tohru moaned, vibrating him to his very core. His penis hardened inside her receptive mouth. She sucked on it, thus creating sloppy sounds sending Hatori to the other side of the stars. He moaned and grunted as pleasure collected in his groin. His very existence tightened, mounting tension on top of tension. The delicate dam between this world and the next shattered. White viscous poured from his top into Tohru's mouth. She moaned, prolonging Hatori's orgasm and his journey through space.

He opened his eyes. "Mmmmm."

He took her hands pulling her up towards him. He kissed her sweetly on her forehead and nuzzled her hair before she rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heart slowing as his bare chest rose and fell. They lay hand in hand on the floor for sometime before Tohru began to shiver.

Hatori smiled. "Maybe we should get up before you get sick again."

Tohru nodded and sat up. She looked at Hatori. Their eyes locked. She was lost within their mysterious green depths. They were mirrors reflecting deep pools of crimson souls.

'It's amazing how content I am just to look at him.' She thought.

Her eyes were soft and questioning. Hatori sighed deeply and contently. He had trouble pulling away from her gaze. She was just so very. . . she was Tohru, she was everything. A smile filled his heart. He cupped her cheek and planted a contented kiss on her slightly pooched lips.

'I love you.' He thought, but his words were choked, strangled by years of abuse and neglect.