Seduced

The dragon within him broke free of the restraints.
Gently, but firmly, Hatori pulled her close, letting her legs drape over the edge of the bed; he pushed her backward until she lay before him.
Dropping to his knees, he lightly swept the tips of his fingers from her ankles to her knees.
At her knees, he replaced his touching with kisses.
He kissed his way up to the rim of the satin scrap of material covering the one part he needed most.
Shaking his head, he made 'tisk, tisk' noises. "You think this is going to stop me?" Gently, but firmly, he ran a finger over her cloaked triangle and cupped it with his hand, pushing his fingers against her until he could feel her moisture through the satin.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Tohru found the simple touch ticklish; letting her insincts take control of her body, she arched her back and lifted her hips to let him rid her of the piece of imposing material.
The ache inside her spread.

Tugging down the satin scrap, Hatori followed it with a trail of kisses.
He could tell she was offering herself to him, letting him strip her without protesting.
He didn't need to be offered twice. He was going to take it slow, prolonging the desire he wanted to give into. He wanted to torture her with seduction, just as she had done with him. He wanted to hear her beg for release.

It seemed to him, with each tender touch and kiss, Tohru was becoming more aware of the woman breaking free of her shell.
'Hmph,' he smiled to himself as he tasted her sakura scented skin with a flick of his tongue in between each kiss. 'It's the age old cliché of the dragon, torturing the damsel in distress.'
Though all her wriggling and silent pleads were useless with him.
He was going to savour the taste.

"Ha'r-ri-i-i-i-i-i-i!"
Slipping and slidding over the silken bedcovers; moving one way and then the other, Tohru tried to rush him. His lingering kisses were too much for her.
Becoming sexually frustrated; Tohru moved a hand down to her lower abdomen then brought it back up, traveling through the valley between her breasts to her throat, before repeating the process over and over.

Hatori chuckled. "THAT, isn't going to rush me; but it does look like you're enjoying it."

Tohru wildly shook her head, her hair flaying out, stray strands drapped across her face as it once agsplasplayed out on the covers.

"Tell me Onigiri, do you like this?"

Wanting to kick Hatori for the question and scanter away, Tohru pushed aside the notion.
Biting down hard on her lower lip, Tohru once again shook her head.
She hoped it was the right answer.

Rising, he leaned over her. He grinned. "Now you know how I felt!" Hatori growled in her ear. His hot and moist breath, made her shudder.
Slowly, crawled back down the bed until he was once again resting on his knees.

Trembling, Tohru whimpered.
This was getting too much for her.
Her hands tingled with the need to explore his entire body; her lips felt full and pouty with a yearning to feel Hatori kiss them again until they became numb and bruised. Her breasts and centre however, ached from the loss of attention.
"Ha'ri, please. . ."

Smiling against her inner-thigh, Hatori licked his way up; savouring the moisture leaking from her. He decided it was like drinking nectar--the wine of Gods--comparing her to ordinary wine didn't do her any justice.
He was having too much enjoyment with teasing her, making her lose her self-control.
Now was the time where he was in total control of her--he was going to decide WHEN she would be released from the torturous moment.

Begging.
It wasn't anything Tohru was use to, especially where Hatori was concerned. All the times she had secretly visited him and flirted with him, he had always been able to hold onto his control with a firm grip.
She hadn't begged him to take her on picnics or a date when he had a day free from his clinic--she had always known not to push him. But this--THIS was different!
She had tempted him--pushed him until he lost his self-control and now he was damn well making sure she was stripped of hers too.
"Now Ha'ri. . .plea

Teasing her, Hatori flicked his tongue at the wetness of her core, then repeated the movement with the tip of one finger. In one swift motion, he dipped his finger into her, testing her warmth and readiness.
Satisfied, he smiled.
Crawling up the bed, he caged her in with his body. Balancing on one hand and his knees, he placed his wet finger against her lips, silently demanding for her to taste her honey.

Opening her mouth, she suckled on his finger, tasting the clear salty-lemon liquid.
Her eyes brightening and sparkling with myschief, she let her eyes tell him what she'd rather be suckling.

Chuckling, Hatori slowly withdrew his finger from her mouth. "You're a bad girl Tohru."
Crawling up a little further, he brushed the tip of his member back and forth over her lips until her tongue darted out to lap up the drop of pre-cum.
"You're not going to have it--not yet."

Pouting, Tohru tried to keep him against her mouth, but he had pulled away much too quickly for her. She had found out that sucking him like a lolly-pop was enjoyable and now he had the NERVE to tease.
Before she knew it, he was moving back down the bed, kissing his way down her throat to her breasts.
She gasped.

Capturing a nipple within his mouth, Hatori let his tongue circle the tiny mound, allowing himself to learn every part of his Onigiri.
Playfully, he used one hand to kneaded her neglected breast until it peaked at its fullness and lightly pinched at her unattended nipple, making it become hard and erect.

His manhood throbbed from the denial of her.
He ached to hold her close, to feel her full creamy breasts crush against his chest but the Zodiac wouldn't permit it.

Running her hands through the Dragon's hair, Tohru yearned to keep him there, but her endless ache was demanding to be soothed. . .now!

"Arg. . .Ha'ri. . .now. . .please." She quivered, arching backward into the bed. "I. . .I. . .I can't wait anymore!"

Letting her go, Hatori looked up. His eyes sparkled in the delight of her knowing what he was doing to her--he was teasing her as much as she had teased him; he had turned the tables completely around. He knew in all her careful planning, she would not have anticipated so much foreplay from him.
"Hmn. . .nope, I haven't finished."

Tohru went limp with a pout.
Her body couldn't take it anymore.
Again her request was denied. . .though she did find Hatori's playfulness amusing; he had always been so serious around her--all the times he kissed and touched her, he kept himself under control; not showing the slightest hint of playfulness.
It was the reason why she had planned this night--she had wanted him to see her as a woman--not a child, she had to show him there was so much he was missing out on in life. . .he had to be reminded of romance and they both needed a sex-life!

Trailing a path of fiery kisses down from her breasts and over her abdomen. Hatori sucked in a breath.
Heat. He could feel it pouring out of her as if her body was on fire.
'So it's true. She can't wait to have me. . .'