InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Never Ending Love: Teacher's Pet ❯ Lesson Six ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6

 

BAM!!

 

Her back hit the wall hard, and he wasted no time to throw himself against her. He pulled her hands above her head and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned in the back of her throat and shuddered at his force.

 

For a split second, she managed to pull her face away from his long enough to whisper exotically into his ear. “This time, you teach me something.”

 

That day of recovery at Kaede's was terrible, because even though she'd lived, her sexual drive was still skyrocketing. Worse, InuYasha knew it. They were both on edge while the gang pampered and healed Kagome. When they'd reached her empty house in her time, there wasn't a second before he decided to make up for the missed days of action.

 

He forced his lips against hers again. Everything was moving so fast. His hands were everywhere, her back, her sides, her breasts. Yet, somehow, he managed to miss the main attraction.

 

This was good enough for her.

 

He forced his hand up her shirt and under her lingerie, teasing her breasts, all the while kissing her face and licking her neck. She tried to reach for his shirt, but he only pulled her away from the wall, then forced her back again, not enough to hurt her, but enough to make a point. Point taken.

 

Between kisses, he managed to pull her shirt over her head and groaned at the sight of the tank she was wearing underneath. He growled in aggravation, but the look in his eyes screamed excitement. He bent down and kissed her breasts through her tank, then along the top of the fabric. The lace of her bra was visible above her top, and he nipped at it and pulled at it as if it were a chew toy. Each time her entire body screamed for attention, but she knew better than to speak. He was making that fact more than clear.

 

“Next time, you won't wear this.” He said as he yanked at the straps to her tank top. “Because now, I just don't feel like taking it off.”

 

She pouted and whimpered, but said nothing. He continued to run his fingers over her tank, but it definitely wasn't doing as much for her, and she moaned in agony. He smirked as he whipped her top over her head. The cold air swarmed around her skin, giving her chills and making her hair stand on end until his hands would press against her sides.

 

He continued pushing her, kissing her, nipping her, pressing her everywhere he found possible. He forced both hands down the back of her pants and awkwardly but swiftly made his way to the front. A gasp barely passed her lips as she thought he'd finally moved on, but he hadn't quite yet. He brought his hands out and fumbled with her jean button for a bit. He finally nipped too hard on her collarbone. She almost told him what he'd done before she realized it was intentional.

 

When the button was finally undone, her jeans were on the floor before she felt them leave her body. He snapped the elastic of her pink boyshorts. His hands grasped her from behind and he lifted her up and pulled her legs around his waist, using the wall for leverage. He continued to kiss her and nip her in every way possible, all the while still managing to run his hands all over her body. He reached behind her and ran his fingers under her lingerie from under her thigh. He flicked at her clit, letting the wetness run down his hand. Her moans weren't enough for him yet. Without warning, he forced both fingers completely into her.

 

Her body flooded with chills. She could no longer control her actions, she couldn't stop her shivers and shudders. She kissed him harder, wrapping both arms and legs around him as if she were clinging onto life itself. With her back still against the wall, she had no leverage, no choice of motion, no way to force him away or stop him. He was having his way with her, and she was helpless.

 

And she liked it.

 

He pumped his fingers in and out of her faster, more violently. His claws ran along her insides, and she could feel them scratching, but the pleasure made it worth it. Her legs tensed and shook beyond control. He continued to nip at her ear while she sucked on his neck, praying he wouldn't stop. Her body was coming close to climax, and she knew he could feel it. She panted into his ear, ran her fingernails into his back.

 

He stopped. He breathed heavily into her hair as he slid his fingers out of her slowly. She blinked a few times before leaning her head back to look at his expression. Had he thought she'd finished? No. He would know, wouldn't he? He stared blankly at her, his breaths still rough and unsteady. He let her down onto her feet and she barely caught herself from falling because of her own weight.

 

The slow-motion awkwardness continued until he broke the lining along her side for her boyshorts with his claws. Both watched as they slid down her leg and listened as they made a brushing noise when they landed on the floor. She realized her juices were giving off a shine as they ran down her inner thighs. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She still couldn't figure what was going on. He reached his hand down to her knee and lightly ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. His fingers trailed up to her lower abdomen and then around to her lower back again where he swiftly pulled her to him.

 

She stared at him, her face filled with shock. He looked into her eyes and smirked. “Patience is a virtue,” he stated firmly. In a split second, they were back at it, hands all over one another. This time, he held back from stopping her as she pushed her hands inside of his kimono and forced his top half off, then fumbled with his belt. When it was loose, she ripped everything off as fast as she could just to feel his body against hers. He pushed himself against her, pressing himself between her legs. She closed her thighs in around him, letting her wetness flow over him. He held her tight and again pressed her back to the wall, leaning into her and rubbing his chest against hers. He snagged the clasp on the back of her bra and tried undoing it himself, but with frustration, she swatted his hands away and undid it herself. They were so close and it was so right.

 

He lifted her up again from behind as he did before. He had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist while her legs wound around his back. His erection was brushing against her entrance, driving her insane. She needed this so bad. He finally let her lower onto him, letting him slide inside of her. There was an instant of ecstasy. Their breaths were heavy and short as he leaned into her against the wall.

 

He ran his hands along her side and up to her breasts and began to tease her nipples between his fingers. Her muscles contracted and her body shook. She pressed the back of her head against the wall and could feel everything. He leaned his head over and began kissing her arched throat. His one hand still supporting her, he continued this torture. She could feel his tongue on her neck, his fingers on her breasts, and his erection pulsing inside of her. Her short breaths became quick pants. She squeezed her legs tighter around him and gripped his hair at his scalp. It was too much.

 

And at that, he slid halfway out of her and slammed back into her.

 

BAM!! Her back hit the wall again. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder. He managed to awkwardly slide both of them over to the bar cut into the wall a few feet away so now her butt was leaning on something sturdy. She clutched him tight as he did this again. His hand still caressed her breast, his heavy breaths forming more moisture along her collarbone. He pulled out and thrust back into her. Her arm was clutching him around the back of his neck, her other hand gripped the countertop. The friction between their bodies caused such heat, while the cold marble beneath her caused her skin to swarm with chills.

 

He pulled her tighter, as he began to speed it up, pulling her to him harder each time. Her hair was slick against her body, running over her shoulders and down her bare body. She pushed her nose into the crook of his neck as he pushed faster. She let go of her grip on the ledge and threw both arms over his shoulders and dug her nails into his back, trying to find something to hold onto. She ran her hand over his slick shoulder blades and finally found his shoulder, hanging on with all of her might.

 

She finished, ever ounce of energy that had built up dropping out of her body. Every little hair on her body stood on end as they tried to regain warmth. She clung to him as he gave a few final thrusts, letting himself go inside of her. He held her tightly around her waist and pressed his face against her shoulder, giving her a few light kisses. He slid himself out of her, still hugging her, and pulled her off of the countertop. She tried to stand, but her knees nearly buckled, so he helped her sit next to the counter. They sunk down beside the bar stools and rested on each other.

 

Kagome knew well enough that they'd made a mess of the bar. Their clothes were strewn across the floor. The sun was just barely setting beyond the horizon and the light cast strange shadows through the blinds. She stretched her legs and finally managed to push Inu Yasha over, laying herself on top of him. His slightly shocked expression disappeared as he smiled at her, a pure, happy smile.

 

“I love you,” she said meekly.

 

“Well, I love you, too,” he replied, kissing her gently.

 

She wrapped both arms around him and rested her head on his chest. “Good,” she stated childishly, and smiled as he laughed.

 

Didn't I tell you? =) Well, I know the ending's cheeeeeesy, but that's the way I am ^_^ Any criticism or comments are much appreciated! More feedback, the more I right =D

 

~BabyBlueEyes