InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Beach House ❯ If You So Desire ( Chapter 11 )

The Beach House
Chapter Eleven: If You So Desire
By: OhJoy

Note: Lemon coming up! YUM!

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Previously…

She felt his arousal against her stomach. One of her hands reached down and cupped him through his shorts. He withdrew his mouth and much to her surprise she saw him shake his head and gently pushed her hand away, "My butterfly, my only intention is to give you pleasure." His eyes clouded. He pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, "Sweet dreams." He exited as quickly as he had entered. All she could do was lean on the wall for support, "What the hell just happened?"

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Sango leaned her head on the wall for Kami knows how long. Her head was still in the heavens, "Miroku…" she whispered, "By the Gods! That was unbelievable." She shook her head, calmed her breathing, and regained her focus. She pushed her shoulders back and stood to her full height. She pulled her silk kimono robe closed and smoothed her hair back. She glanced at the full tub. She reached in, a small shiver ran through her body at the feel of the cold water, and pulled the chain stopper, "I'll take a soak another time."

She wandered into the hallway, hesitated for a moment, took in a deep breath, and walked towards Miroku's bedroom determined to finish what he started. She smelled incense and candles as she approached his door that was ajar. Miroku was in the middle of his bed sitting in lotus position, his hands clasped pale purple rosary beads. He was softly chanting. Sango stood at the foot of the bed nervously.

He had all white candles burning throughout his room. Three on each of the nightstands that flanked his queen size bed. The mini-blinds were pulled all the way to the top and both windows were fully opened. The sound of the crashing waves was nearly hypnotic. There were votive candles in glass holders that lined the window sill a few inches apart. On his desk was an incense dish that burned three cones, emitting a soothing sandalwood scent. The hutch that graced the back edge of his desk also had several lit votive candles lined across it.

She bit on her lower lip. "Miroku…?" she asked in a quiet voice, her determination ebbed away as she took in the sight. "He's meditating, he's trying to calm down and regain his focus?" She didn't elicit a response. She made her way onto the bed and sat in front of him, legs crossed, their knees touching.

"Miroku," she said in a louder, more confident voice.

His eyes fluttered open. She saw many emotions cross them: Surprise, recognition, confusion, and… love? He sighed, "Ah, Sango…" He averted his eyes and they landed on his rosary beads. He began rubbing them in an effort to gather strength. "I… I… I know I was out of line. I took advantage of you and for that I apologize."

Her eyes widened, "Y-you regret-"

"NO!" his response came out as a near growl. He dropped the beads and took her hands in his. "Sango… that is not what I meant." His violet eyes held hers in a gaze filled with adoration. "I… I… I had no right to make such advances on you. Nevertheless, I most certainly do not regret a moment. You are my best friend and I love you dearly. I went too fast. I-it's becoming more difficult for me to be around you."

"I-I don't understand," she stammered. She broke their eye lock and dropped her eyes to the clasped hands. Her head was spinning, "Did he just say that he loves me? How did I miss this? I've been in love with him since high school!"

Miroku stroked her hands with his warm thumbs, drawing small circular patterns, educing a shiver in both himself and the woman he so desperately wanted to be his. He felt his body heat up and a familiar tightening in his shorts. "Sango, you fill my head. Every moment when I'm not with you, I think of you."

She looked incredulously at the man of her dreams, "What are you saying, Monk?"

He returned her gaze with a small smile, "I am yours if you so desire."

She gasped and searched his eyes for any trace of doubt. She found none; all she saw was that he was open and vulnerable to her. Her heart did a triple back flip. She leaned towards his sexy mouth and declared, "I soooo desire." She withdrew her hands from his grasp and ran them through his shoulder length mane.

Miroku pulled her by her waist against his chest until her legs straddled his waist and captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss. He felt her melt onto him and smirked against their joined lips. She took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss. She gently stroked her tongue on his lips and delved into his mouth, tasting the sweet recesses. She ran her tongue along his teeth and danced with his tongue. They broke the kiss in a gasp for air.

He gently laid them down on their sides on top of the deep purple sheets, their heads landed softly on the pillows. Their eyes met in a lustful gaze that held nothing back, her jaw set in a determined line, "Miroku, I am the only one. I don't share." His hand reached up to tuck a lock of her hair behind an ear.

"Sango, my love, you are all that I need," he whispered just before he returned his lips to hers and gathered her closer to him. He felt the shivers that ran through her luscious form. He kissed her lips and lingered on her full bottom lip. She opened her mouth to him without any hesitation. His tongue entered in a seductive manner, he slowly savored the taste of her. His tongue grazed her teeth, softly caressing her tongue. He parted from her mouth to kiss her chin, across her jaw to land behind her ear. She shuddered. "Ah, a Sango sweet spot…" He began to lap his tongue at the newly discovered sweet spot and felt a rush of electricity run through him as she moaned.

He slid the silk kimono off her shoulder and trailed kisses from her ear to her collar bone. His hand cupped her full breast and kneaded the orb while his thumb found her already erect nipple and stroked it in short strokes. His mouth quickly replaced his thumb. He pulled himself up to rest on an elbow. He pushed her on to her back and tugged the sash on her waist and her robe fell open. His hand caressed her breasts, moved down to her waist, and gently rested on the taut muscles of her stomach.

"You are breathtaking," he whispered. The candle light flickered enchanting shadows across her body, accentuating her curves and adding a glow to her eyes. A smile played on her lips. She reached over to him and lightly touched his shoulder, down his arm, to her destination: The hem of his black t-shirt. She pulled it up exposing his toned stomach. He finished her task as he sat up and pulled it over his head and tossed on the floor behind him. Her hand found the trail of soft black hair that lead to her piece of heaven. His breath caught in his throat at the feel of her small hands untying his purple board shorts. The sound of Velcro separating echoed in the quiet room.

"Off," she insisted. He swiftly complied and his shorts landed somewhere near his t-shirt behind him. He lowered his body onto hers. The heat from his body seared against hers. She was inebriated, drunk on feeling him so close, skin to skin, breath to breath. She intertwined her legs with his and pulled him tight for another soul-searing kiss. Her hands went through his hair and smoothed over his shoulders and she felt him tremble when she ran her nails down his back.

Instinctively, he pressed his hips into hers. She moaned and spread her legs further for him to lay comfortably. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. He rested most of his weight onto an elbow. A hand blazed a trail from her neck to her hips. He caressed and stroked her hip, his hand slipped beneath her to cup her bottom. He held her curve and brought her closer to him. His hard member teased her wet heat.

"Sa-Sango…" he moaned. "Tell me…" Words were stuck in his throat. His breathing was shallow, coming out in heavy pants.

"Love me… `Roku… love me…" she panted as she arched her back and wiggled her hips trying to get him inside her.

He touched her forehead with his and adjusted his position slightly so that his hard shaft was just outside her wet folds. She moaned loudly when he entered her flower.

"Aaahhhh….!" Sango nearly screamed when he was fully sheathed within her. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. He set a slow rhythm, gently rocking his hips into hers. The familiar knot in her loins grew tighter. She bucked her hips, wanting the pace faster, harder, she wanted more. "Fas-faster…" she moaned and he ground into her.

An arrogant smirk landed on his mouth, "As my flower desires, so it shall be…" He quickened the rhythm and held nothing back, he pounded his love into her at a pace that had them reaching for the heavens. Her body tensed, he knew that she was close. He raised himself up a bit more, he placed a hand between them where their bodies joined and feverishly sought out her hooded nub of pleasure.

She gasped when he found it and he rubbed his thumb in a spellbinding circular pattern. She moaned and writhed under him. Her body shuddered and trembled with anticipation of the impeding release. The knot in her loins tightened and finally exploded, sending her into ecstasy as the white hot heat shot through her body like a lightening bolt. She screamed his name in rapture.

She wore a satisfied smile that fed his ego. He increased the pace to bring on his own release with a resounding force. His seed filled her as he panted to catch his breath and focus his thoughts. He dropped his sweaty form to her side and longingly pulled out of her heat. She looked at him with drowsy, captivated eyes, "Mmm… Miroku…" She snuggled into his welcoming arms.

He waited until he heard her even breathing and untangled their limbs. He stood up and blew out all the candles. He reached down for his comforter that fell off the bed during their love making, pulled it onto Sango and laid down next to her. He gathered his love into his arms and fell asleep with an arrogant smirk that would make his silver haired friend proud.

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