[X] Well... maybe just a little bit... ♥
You sigh theatrically, and give your wife's hair an affectionate ruffle.
"You really are insatiable, you know that?"
"Maybe so, but I'm not hearing you say no," she replies in a sing-song whisper, gently bumping her nose against yours for emphasis.
"I suppose not," you concede with a grin. Running a hand slowly and softly down her back, you draw a small shiver from her, and bring your hand to rest lightly against her hip. A gentle squeeze is all it takes to confirm your intent, and earn you a satisfied sigh as she shifts to lay her head against the crook of your neck..
"You never do say no..."
"Can't help it." Closing your eyes, you bury your face in her hair, the silky pink strands tickling as they brush against your skin. The faint scent of cherry blossoms - her scent - washes over you, and you breathe deep. "I love you."
"Love you too," she whispers, the mischief draining from her voice.
Slowly, reluctantly, she releases you from her loose embrace, and draws her hands down your body; one comes to rest against your chest, even while the other glides further downward, slipping easily into your pants. Your breath catches in your throat as her delicate fingers run lightly over your flesh, and wrap carefully around your length. The gentle squeeze she gives you becomes a series of firm strokes, each warm, measured movement coaxing you to harden further. A quiet giggle escapes her as your erection begins to strain against the confines of your shorts, and she playfully slides her fingers toward your tip, teasing it with a feathery touch that sends small shivers running through you.
"What's got you laughing?" The small moan you bite back terminates your question with an awkward mumbling that only makes her laugh a little harder.
"It feels," she pauses to giggle again, "it feels so cute at this size!"
"Yuyu." You shoot her a dirty look, though she's too busy stifling her giggles to notice. Once she has herself calmed down a bit, she gives you another light squeeze.
"It's just the right size for me right now," she murmurs at last, her tone softening considerably. The hand on your chest slides its way down your body, taking hold of your pants and easing the waistband down while she uses her other hand to draw your erection out. A strong warmth runs through your veins, causing you to throb in her grip as she places her free hand against one of her thighs and carefully hikes up her dress, slowly revealing inch after inch of her pale, slender legs. Her slick lower lips brush against you as she repositions herself, forcing you to bite back a groan at the palpable heat that rolls off of her as she presses against you. With a smile, she raises her head from your shoulder, and rests her forehead against yours, an eager twinkle in her eyes. "Ready?"
"Alright," she pauses to give you a quick peck on the lips, "then be sure to hold me tightly..."
Running one hand down through her hair, along her neck, and onto her back, you bring the other up to meet it by tracing the length of her spine, earning a small shiver from her; when your hands touch you wrap your arms around her, and hold her close in a reassuring embrace. Her smile widens momentarily, then she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and... the two of you gasp in unison as she lowers herself onto you. She's tighter - much tighter - than usual, and she has to move with torturous slowness to accommodate you, pausing for breath with each inch of your length that her warm walls envelop. It takes all the willpower you have to keep from thrusting right into her, but it pays off when she finally takes you all the way down to the hilt, groaning with satisfaction as your hips meet.
"See?" She pants, going limp in your arms. "It's a perfect fit..."
You nod slowly, dazed and unable to speak, panting just as heavily. This is perfect. Her warmth, both inside and out; the softness of her body against yours, different yet somehow familiar; the way she feels so light and delicate in your arms; and, of course, the way the two of you fit together so snugly. For the longest time the two of you are content simply to be so connected, so close, and only after a series of small kisses and soft touches passes between you does your wife begin to move.
It starts small and slow, a simple, circular grinding, her warm folds gently massaging and tugging at your length with each of her gyrations. The ripples of pleasure come to you in an easy, steady rhythm, and with deliberate slowness you join in her movements to show her that same pleasure. When she circles left, you circle right, and when your paths meet you find yourself filling her as deeply as possible, drawing a smile and a pleased whimper from her with each pass. The pressure and pace gradually shift as you accommodate one another, finding the perfect rhythm to satisfy you both.
It's when that stride is hit, when the two of you are moving in perfect symphony, that the movements change. Your circles becomes strokes as you slowly withdraw from her depths, the open air unbearably cool against your slicked flesh, then push your way back into the wonderful embrace of her body. Her grind becomes a measured movement of the hips, ensuring that you are never fully parted from her, and always return as fully as possible. Together the two of you find the right balance, parting only long enough to make each return to her warm, wet depths more intense and fulfilling than the last. Smiling at one another, you press your lips together periodically. Against the backdrop of the early morning - all soft sunlight, and the quiet chirping of birds, and the gentle rustle of wind, and the occasional ring of wind chimes - your exchange of love is calming.
Even as the two of you gradually gain speed, no words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Your perfectly matched movements never falter, though the two of you move faster and faster, sending small sparks of pleasure running up your length, into your body, up and down your spine. It builds inside of you, a pleasant heat that makes you feel lighter than air, makes your skin tingle with your realized passion. The sensation of filling your lover again and again is electrifying, the friction, and heat, and wetness unbelievable. More than that, however...
Knowing from the way she moves with you, her body as hot as yours, her breathing steady but shallow, that she is feeling the same thing. Sharing this feeling with her, sharing your emotions with her, sharing yourself with her...
Driving yourself into her one last time, as deeply as possible, a spasm of ecstasy runs through you. The pressure and heat leaves you in a fantastic rush of release as you loose your seed, pouring it into her even as she reaches her own peak. Your lips meet hers in a fierce kiss, muffling the moans that both of you let out. As the intense pleasure of your orgasm winds down, you're dimly aware of her walls contracting tightly around you, as if milking you for everything you have to give her.
Exhausted but fulfilled, the two of you go almost completely limp in Youmu's lap. The best mattress, no doubt. A sloppy, silly smile overwhelms you, gradually turning into a full-blown grin as you watch Yuyu, who seems to be suffering from the same predicament, unable to hide her mirth as the steady blue light in her eyes glows with intense warmth.
"Love you too..."
"Love how shameless you two are."
Your head lolls to the side, and you find yourself looking at a very awake Mima, who has taken up a seat at Youmu's side. She looks vaguely amused as she watches you, resting her chin in her hand, and her elbow against her leg.
"No reason to be ashamed to show we love each other," you quip, causing Yuyu to purr softly and snuggle up to you further.
"How about to be ashamed to have had sex in your gardener's lap? She was awake for most of that, you know?"
You take a short glance upward, and lock your gaze with a very embarrassed Youmu, her cheeks flushed red. You pause to consider.
"Ah, she probably took the opportunity to have her ghost half make love to her husband anyway. Probably thought it was kinky enough to be fun."
From how much brighter her blush becomes, and the way she guiltily averts her eyes, you can tell you hit home with that one. Yuyu snickers a little.
"How about to be ashamed for engaging in lustful debauchery on holy ground when that's exactly what got you into your little predicament?"
You wave your hand dismissively.
"Oh, pish posh. The only person who would be bothered by that is Reimu, and bugging her is how everyone shows they love... her... anyway..."
Hold up. That last question didn't sound like Mima.
Looking away from Youmu, you turn your gaze to the shrine maiden who stands tall in front of your little group. Her raven black hair waves slowly under an invisible force, and the scowl she wears is more than a little intimidating. She cracks her knuckles.
"When did Reimu get so rough?"
Caught in a tangled heap at the bottom of the Hakurei Shrine's entirely too steep and large set of stairs with Mima, Youmu, and Yuyu, you try vainly to rub at your rather pained and aching backside. None of the girls look like they're in any better shape, each nursing their own sore spots. None of you seem up to getting yourselves out of the little pile just yet.
"Reimu was always this rough," Mima grumbles from somewhere above you.
"Regardless," Youmu interrupts, "it would appear our plans to query her in regards to your current condition have fallen through. I doubt she has any desire to deal with any one of you at the moment. Should we head home, and regroup?"
The wind rustles the leaves of the trees that line the path to the shrine. What now?
[ ] Homeward Bound.
[ ] Home? Boring!
- [ ] Mima has that apprentice who lives out in the forest, right? She shouldn't be too far...
- [ ] Plenty of fun things to do in the Human Village...
- [ ] Somewhere else fun? (Specify)