L is for Lemonade by Aviel

Satisfaction

Disclaimer: Though it saddens me to say it, I don’t own anything relating to Takahashi-sensei’s Inuyasha. However, the ideas of these lemony pieces do belong to me.

A/N: My first lemon ever… Yaaay! Anyway, as some of you may already know, this was written for my story, Dearly Beloved. However, it may also be read as a standalone for those of you that are unfamiliar with it. I also want to dedicate this piece to the lovely MissKatt for encouraging me to go down the dark path of smutty goodness. Because of you, I was finally able to embrace my inner GM lol. ;) Happy reading!

Chapter 1: Satisfaction

She was on her back before him–bare and beautiful.

A blush stained her cheeks, flushed and reminiscent of the first night they had ever made love. She was like a virginal maiden again, embarrassed but willing. But gods if she wasn’t an inviting sight; her shy countenance only made the moment that much sweeter.

And what a conquest she would be again! The very thought excited him, and lust clouded his mind.

So, when she bit her lip in both anticipation and a sliver of nervousness, he acted.

His hands tangled themselves in her hair, drawing her head back as he kissed her passionately. One of his palms slid down her body, tracing a map over her supple skin, into every dip and over every curve she offered him. His fingertips grazed her teasingly, searching for the spots that would make her pant and writhe in pleasure beneath him. And when she hitched in a breath and arched her back, he knew he had found what he had been looking for.

Aware of how she was now dripping with need, he pushed a finger into her and pumped in and out slowly, heat pooling in his lower regions. His strokes were long and deep as he waited to see how many moans he could draw out from her. She bucked desperately into his hand, nearly crying out from the sweet friction, and he gladly added another digit, twisting and stretching her just so.

His other hand was occupied with her other womanly mounds, alternating between kneading them and rolling each perfect nipple between his fingers. She shuddered and a breathy gasp spilled from her lips as he added his tongue to his ministrations. The wet appendage swirled around a dusky rose nub before he took it into his mouth, sucking roughly.

“Ohhh… Sesshoumaru…”

Smirking softly, he worshiped her other breast, lavishing the same amount of attention to it as he had the first one. Her walls clenched his scissoring fingers tightly, and he knew that she was close to her pleasurable high. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he delighted in the sound of her screams, his arousal pressing against his abdomen. Licking his way up her chest, he captured her lips, plundering the moist cavern of her mouth. She responded immediately, as he knew she would, and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back with as much fervor as she could. She moaned when his hot member slid over her sex, reminding her of his needs.

Spreading her thighs, she blindly reached down and guided him to her entrance, waiting almost impatiently as he slid into her, taking his time. Inch by inch, his manhood disappeared into her core, and he fought the urge to hiss out in pleasure as she squeezed him, her walls stretching tight over his throbbing flesh. She shifted slightly, the pressure evoking a fire in his loins, and raised her hips to grind against him in want and desire.

Getting the hint as she squirmed beneath him, he slammed his hips into hers, groaning when her petite body swallowed him whole. Her legs hooked around his waist as he pounded into her with reckless abandon. She didn’t seem to mind though…if her constant mewling was any indication. He rocked into her, thrusting quickly a few times before adjusting the angle, skin slapping against skin, and plunging into her more deeply than before.

Her blunt nails dug into his back as she held on to him, and he inhaled sharply, the sensations causing white spots to dance in front of his eyes. The small pinpricks of pain only spurred him to move faster as he ravaged her completely, impaling her with his thick length. Eyes closing half-mast, he took in the expressions of pure passion and rapture on her face as her chest heaved and her breasts bounced from their jarring movements. Slipping a hand down between them, he rubbed her glistening clit, relishing in the raw moans that tore from her throat.

Eventually, he felt the tingling of his balls, a sign of his own release, and he increased his pace, grunting lowly when the female climaxed and sent him over the edge. His hips still jerked forward as she milked him for all he was worth, still riding out the waves of ecstasy. Pulling out, he rolled over and sank into the bed beside her.

Drawing her close, he nosed her jaw and pressed his lips to her temple, ignoring the light sheen of sweat that coated her skin. In his eyes, she was breathtaking, and she would always remain so.

“Love you, Maru-kun,” she mumbled, already in the vestiges of sleep.

He smiled and curled around her frame, draping an arm over her waist. “I love you, Kagome.”

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Original Posting Date: January 27, 2013

Prompt: For KYN’s Weekly Word Prompt, Heat

Words: 800