Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Price Of Love? ❯ Conclusion ( Chapter 7 )

“Seto!” Tea cried as he fastened onto a pert nipple, sucking gingerly.

He moved away to gently raise her up against him and slid her skirt low on her hips. For a moment he was content to simply look at her and relish what was happening. It was almost too much for him to take.

She was there on his bed, half in his lap, and all he wanted to do was throw her down, strip the remainder of her scant covering away and take her. But that wouldn't be keeping his promise not to hurt her. Clearly this was her first time, so he would have to be slow and gentle.

“Lay back, Tea,” he grunted.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly as she fell back onto the bed.

It was a beautiful picture that she made. Her hair fanned about around her head, her blue eyes misted over, and the creamy texture of her skin lit by the pale glow of the streetlights outside, staining her slightly orange. She heaved a nervous sigh and his attention was riveted to her breasts. Full and heavy, Tea was definitely more grown-up than he'd given her credit for being. Further down, he let his eyes travel. Her stomach was smooth and flat, her hips flared a bit before rounding deliciously and tapering into long, lean legs. Dancing was probably a good thing for her. She had the body for it. Which meant that she was limber and flexible…

“Seto…you're staring again.”

“You would too, if you saw what I see…”

He leaned down over her and placed a single kiss on top of her left breast. Leaving his lips there he turned it into a sweeping lick down to her nipple, laving it with his tongue. She mewled in excitement and arched her back, pressing her breast more firmly into his mouth. One long arm wound around her as she moved and held her in place as he moved to his knees, keeping her legs spread for his inquisitive hands.

The very first touch there, made her cry out. He pulled away from her breast to smile at her. He looked back to his hand and her core to see that her lips were already wet from his earlier attention. Scarcely daring to believe his own luck, he reached down to stroke her again. He kissed her to drink in her gasp as his finger slid into her ever so slightly. Curling it back in a `come hither' motion, he grinned as she ripped free of the kiss to give a hoarse cry.

“Seto!”

If his name was all she was going to be able to say, that was just fine with him. He'd make her scream it over and over again before he was done with her. Feeling bolder by her responses, he carefully traced her lips with his index finger and dragged it up and down her slit before sinking it slowly into her tight warmth.

The short distance that he gained quickly went from warm to hot. Her tight walls clung lovingly to his finger as he contentedly watched her face contract in pleasure. She moaned heavily and began to roll her hips, without seeming to notice. This only forced his finger in deeper and drew another strangled moan from her lips. The more he touched her, the further she got from coherent speech and the shy reserved nature that almost made this experience an impossible dream. Curiously he added another finger and she made a strange choking sound, hand flying to his wrist to stop him or to urge him on, he didn't know.

“Are you alright?” he asked stilling his hand and fingers and looking for any sign of pain.

“Y-yes! Don't stop, now…” she groaned while trying to make him continue the wonderful movements of his hands.

“I can give you something better,” he said as he resumed a slow and forceful pace inside of her.

She looked straight into his eyes and he was forced to look back. With her wide lustful eyes on his and his fingers pumping away at her pussy, breasts heaving and bobbing with every breath, he was hard pressed to keep his pace slow or his eyes on hers alone.

“Better?” she finally whispered back.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I'll show you,” he said sliding down her body.

He stopped above her dripping core and swept down on her with a quick kiss to her nearly hairless sex. Still fingering her, he reached up to caress a breast before forcing himself to speak again.

“I want you to hold yourself open for me,” he instructed.

Her small delicate hands slid down her stomach, over her waist, over her hips to slip between her thighs and spread her lips apart. His view unobstructed by anything made him focus his attention on the sheets beside her. If he stared for too long, he'd either fuck her senseless or take himself in hand and end this before it could properly start. She was a deep velvety pink, and so wet that he could honestly see her fluids pouring out of her. The hard little bud just above was begging for attention. Attention that it would most certainly receive, just as soon as he was in check enough not to blow his load right there.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Everything is perfect…” he said as he lowered his head and promptly heard her scream.

He had no idea that she was so sensitive. Her lithe body instantly pressed into his face and he was forced to pull his fingers out of her and use both hands to hold her down. Mesmerized by her scent and taste, he didn't realize that she was calling his name. Not quite screaming it, but calling him insistently as if he were far away and unable to hear her. He knew precisely what she wanted but could not give to her, not just yet. As her thrashing about the bed became more frantic and there was a growing patch of wetness on the sheet beneath her, he knew it was time to move on.

She clung to him as he moved over her, kissing her again and again. She led his hand back to her breast, biting her lip to cut off the moan as she felt him tease the very hard nipple between his fingers. He moved his hand away to grab at his length, when suddenly he looked up and caught the look on her face.

“I'm sorry…I'm scared…”

“I know, love. I know. It's okay. I know its going to hurt, but it won't last, I promise,” he whispered softly, kissing her again.

He rubbed himself against her, relishing the sweet feeling of her wet pussy lips against the head. Enjoying her cries, he started low and dragged the head of his dick up the length of her slit pausing as he hit something not nearly as soft as the rest of what he was touching. Maybe that wasn't the way to put it. It was still tender flesh, but firmer and she bucked her hips against his as he made contact.

Realizing what he now had access to; he teased the spot over and over. Even as she spread her legs even farther apart, hooked them around his waist, he kept his weight up to avoid the temptation of easing himself into her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Her eyes flashed open with a hint of true annoyance as she leaned back a bit more and growled out, “Do it.”

He couldn't have refused her request if he'd wanted to. The feel of her was indescribable. He could only envision hot wet velvet with a fierce grip, getting tighter the further in he got. The last thing he could do was look at her face. Pain, pleasure, some perverse middle ground, he'd lose it if he looked at her face. Something about that would have made this even more real, impossible to deny or distance himself from. She gave one small soft gasp and he felt some resistance. Deciding that it would be easier to finish it quickly, he pressed his lips to hers as he thrust completely inside with a single stroke. She groaned and arched and clung to him for dear life as he lay perfectly still on top of her. It wasn't long before her breathing evened out and she relaxed a bit.

“For goodness sake, don't move unless you're ready,” he groaned painfully.

It was hell to finally be inside of her and unable to move for fear of hurting her more. So he was surprised as the legs around him tightened and relaxed, letting him slide out a bit. The soft moan made him finally look down, and that was it.

The sight of her face, twisted in pleasure and the way her lips fell open to call out his name…he had to fuck her.

He managed not to go too hard or too fast; taking her in steady, deep strokes that left her breathlessly gasping in his ear. He was getting close, but it was still slow going being forced into such a slow pace. Then he realized that she'd been muttering actual words again.

“More. I want more,” she said shakily.

“More?” he gasped.

“So good…fuck me more…”

And that was all it took. Scooping her knees in his hands pressing her slightly forward, he increased his pace. Slowly at first, but building until he was pounding her pussy. Feeling his balls slap her firm butt with every thrust. She tensed up and seemed to lose all strength to remain even somewhat up, and hearing her final cry he knew she'd come. Relaxing his grip on her knees, his hands moved to her hips. Using her as leverage, he pumped into her until her felt a tightening all over his body and pressed his face into the pillow of her chest to keep from crying out as well. The throbbing of his dick was made far more bearable as he was still inside of her and pressed against her.

“Are we even?” she asked tiredly.

“More than even,” he replied.

She made a sad sound in the back of her throat.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“I didn't want this to end…”

“Doesn't have to.”