Consummation
folder
Sailor Moon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,982
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Sailor Moon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,982
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sailor Moon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Consummation
Consummation
by Saun
Haruka and Michiru
Rated: H
Haruka checked them into the five star hotel and accepted the
key to the bridal suite. She was still a bit dazed from how quickly
everything had happened. She and Michiru mar married! They were on
their honeymoon! They had been eagerly awaiting this opportunity to
forget the world for two whole weeks and concentrate solely on one
another.
They had chosen to remain celibate for a time before their
wedding night to enhance the once in a lifetime celebration of their
love. Although they had stopped making love two weeks ago, they could
not bear being apart, so had slept curled together, basking in each
other’s nearness. Haruka had been surprised how spiritual and
pleasurable it had been. Now, however, with her usually sated sex
drive frustrated, she was very ready to resume their physical
relationship. Her nipples hardened at the mere thought. The night
before, she and Michiru had bathed together and ritualistically
denuded each other’s body of hair. The erotic experience of sliding
the razor over her lover’s body had stretched her self-control to the
limit. From the hungry look in Michiru’s eyes, Haruka was certain she
had felt the same.
Their luggage had been sent ahead and was waiting for them.
Michiru explored the suite while Haruka tipped the man who had shown
them to their room.
"Oh, sir, the wine you requested has been delivered and is
chilling in the... sir?, " the young man stopped, realizing he had
lost Haruka’s attention. "Well, um, enjoy your stay here at the Manele
Bay Resort."
"Don’t worry, we will," Haruka said softly, her eyes never
leaving her new wife.
"Uh, yes... " The young man cleared his throat and promptly
vanished.
Haruka shut the door and turned to her beautiful mate, but
Michiru had disappeared. Haruka wandered through their suite, taking
in the opulence. She finally located her love in the huge bedroom.
Michiru was just shutting the drawer on the nightstand. She had
apparently been into the suitcases.
"Michiru," Haruka whispered, drinking in the delicate features
of her partner. ‘My wife!’ She moved toward the beautiful violinist.
Michiru ducked under her arm and moved toward the bathroom.
"Uh-uh, not yet," she told Haruka. "I have something special for you."
"Me too." Haruka grinned at her.
Michiru winked at her. "I’ll be just a second."
Twenty minutes later, Michiru stepped out of the bathroom,
dressed only in the negligée Setsuna had made for her. Haruka lay
on her side on the bed. Although she still wore her black dress
pants, she had removed her bra and redone only one button on her
white dress shirt, exposing the taut swell of her breasts to
Michiru’s eager eyes. She held a glass of chilled wine, swirling
it gently. The aqua haired beauty’s heart jumped at the smoldering
look in her lover’s eyes. ‘My wife!’ From as early as dinner, Michiru
had felt her body preparing for this moment, made even sweeter
by their prolonged abstinence.
Haruka slid up, her eyes devouring her mate’s luscious body.
She took a drink, then set the glass on the nightstand. She reached
out her hand and guided Michiru to the bed beside her. They kissed
deeply. Michiru hummed as warmed wine spilled into her mouth from
her lover. They lazily sucked each other’s tongues, enjoying the
anticipation. Eventually, they both wanted, needed more.
Haruka’s lips traveled to the scented hollow of Michiru’s
throat. She paused to gently lick her lover. Then she hooked two
slender fingers under the fragile straps of the nighty, sliding
them down and caressing Michiru’s arms. The revealed breasts
quivered slightly with Michiru’s panting breath. Even though
Haruka had not touched them, the nipples stood erect. Haruka
lay her wife back on the sumptuous silken sheets. Michiru
groaned shakily as the blonde continued to slide her hands down
Michiru’s sides, over hips and down smooth thighs, taking the
negligée with her. With a final gentle tug, the delicate fabric
was released to drift to the floor landing like a whisper.
Michiru tensed, knowing what was coming. Soon cool wine dripped
onto her erect nipple from Haruka’s fingers.
"Haru-ka!" she cried as the cool drops caressed her heated
flesh.
White teeth nipped at the small peak, followed by a tongue
soothingly sweeping across it. Haruka pulled the whole nipple
into her mouth and sucked at it. She reveled in Michiru’s sighs
and throaty moans thinking, ‘Kami-sama, I am married to the
sexiest woman alive!’
Parting Michiru’s outer folds to expose her stiffened
clitoris, Haruka poured a tiny amount of chilled wine onto her
lover’s sex. Michiru arched in frenzied delight as the cold wine
slid over her sensitized passage. Lost in powerful feelings, she
could only hiss when Haruka’s hot mouth replaced the cold liquid.
Haruka lapped and drew on the little bud, making sure to capture
all the sweet wine. Her tongue snaked into taginaginal passage
and massaged the soft wet walls. Michiru ran her hands through
her lover’s hair. Haruka pressed Michiru’s legs further apart,
splaying her for willing conquest. She began with several long
licks. Then she moved up over Michiru’s exposed sex. Using her
slender fingers to hold Michiru’s outer folds apart, she rolled
the tip of her tongue around the wet opening to her wife’s body.
Michiru cried out again and again. Haruka returned her attention
to the throbbing nubbin. She flicked it several times in rapid
succession.
Michiru felt the first bolt of heat roll through her as
her belly clenched. She tried to call her lover’s name, but the
strength of her orgasm caused the sound to slide off into a
heated moan. Haruka ceased licking and planted a kiss on the
plump folds. Michiru opened her arms wide and Haruka fell into
them, hugging her wife tightly. They rolled so that Haruka’s
full weight wasn’t on the ler ler woman and then simply lay there
for a moment basking in the post coital intimacy.
After they had rested a moment, Michiru engaged her
wife in an intense kiss, sliding her tongue deep into Haruka’s
mouth. She was greeted by the taste of herself mixed with wine.
She sighed happily and kissed down Haruka’s slender throat.
She stopped for a moment, biting at the chords of Haruka’s neck
around the slender chain that held her engagement pendant. Haruka
gave a happy gasp and arched under Michiru’s skilled mouth.
Michiru continued kissing down until she encountered Haruka’s
shirt. Michiru’s nimble fingers made short work of the button.
The slightly cool air wafting down from the overhead fan caressed
Haruka’s swollen nipples. Michiru licked at the hard nub of one
breast, skillfully massaging the other with her palm. Michiru wet
one nipple and then slid her palm over it, ever so gently, barely
touching the aching flesh. Haruka gave a happy mewl and pushed
her chest up, seeking more stimulation. To her disappointment,
Michiru abandoned her breasts to slide the dress shirt over
Haruka’s rounded shoulders and sculpted arms.
Once Haruka’s upper body was unclothed, Michiru
turned her attention to her lover’s dress pants. The green
haired nymph pulled trousers and underwear down in one smooth
stroke. Michiru saw no need to prolong undressing her mate when
she had more delicious tortures in store for her. She reached
over to the nightstand and pulled out the three objects she had
deposited there earlier. Then Michiru slid her fingers in and out
of Haruka’s vaginal passage until Haruka writhed on the bed in
ecstasy. Michiru removed her fingers, liberally squeezed KY
jelly on them, and placed them back inside her wife.
Haruka was working her hips in time with Michiru’s
fingers when suddenly the delicious stimulation stopped.
She mewled in protest, but was silenced with a forceful kiss.
A moment later something began to press against Haruka, seeking
entrance to her body. Haruka jerked in surprise at the touch of
the cool plastic. Her tight muscles refused at first to accept
the intrusion.
Then, as she slowly relaxed, the vibrator slid inside her.
Haruka groaned low and deep, grabbing handfuls of the pillow behind
her head. She clenched her muscles experimentally around the shaft
and softly moaned at the result. Haruka couldn’t focus on anything
with her wife’s hands running over her sides and belly and sliding
down over her sensitive pubis. She closed her eyes to enjoy the
sensations, only to have them fly open again: Michiru had turned
up the speed on the tiny machine.
"Beautiful, so beautiful," Michiru whispered.
Well past the point of speaking, Haruka could only moan.
Michiru slid onto Haruka’s trembling body, her hand still between
Haruka’s legs. Haruka’s legs parted instinctively and wrapped
around Michiru’s hips. Michiru rocked steadily between her
lover’s thighs, taking special care to rub their breasts together,
almost painfully stimulating the already aching peaks. Suddenly,
Haruka rose off the bed, supporting both their weight on only
her heels and shoulders. Michiru kept kissing and caressing
her until she finally settled back to recover from her
spectacular orgasm. Michiru then pulled the slippery toy out
of her wife’s body, wrapped it in a washcloth, and set it on the
floor to deal with later.
Haruka had rolled on her side and Michiru couldn’t
resist sliding a gentle finger up her love’s exposed spine.
Ha sha shivered at the sensation on her over-sensitized
flesh. Michiru wrapped her arms around her mate and placed
her mouth close to Haruka’s ear.
"Aishiteru, Haruka."
"I love you too, Michiru," Haruka whispered in the
darkened room.
Haruka took one of Michiru’s hands in her own and
played with the delicate fingers. Michiru dotted kisses
along Haruka’s hairline. Suddenly dissatisfied with their
position, Haruka shifted until she faced her wife. Michiru
smiled into her eyes. They rested in the dark whispering
about the day and their love for one another.
"Haruka, I wanted you from the first moment I
saw you. I never dreamed I could be this happy."
"Michiru, you make me stronger," Haruka whispered
earnestly. "You healed my heart of lonliness"
"Ahh," Michiru sighed and kissed the tip of
Haruka’s nose. They lay together content to be close. Michiru
giggled from sheer happiness.
Haruka’s throat tightened at the sweet sound as
she blinked back tears. All the times she had nearly lost
Michiru went through her mind. She snuggled closer to drive
away those terrifying memories with the reality of her
soulmate’s presence by her side, where she belonged.
Michiru leaned forward. "Haruka, are you tired?"
"Not especially, I’m a little too wound up to sleep."
"Hang on, I’ll be right back." Michiru rolled out
of bed and scampered into the bathroom before Haruka could
catch her.
Haruka heard water running. A few minutes later
her wife reappeared, eyes sparkling mysteriously. She took
Haruka’s hand and pulled the blonde willingly from the warm
little nest. Michiru led Haruka into the bathroom where the
large tub was filling with warm water and fragrant suds. Haruka
slid into the water and sighed as the heat surrounded her.
Michiru disappeared again and returwithwith a gift
basket from one of Haruka’s American sponsors which had been
delivered to their room. It held caviar, champagne and a box
of Godiva chocolate. Usually American confections were too
rich for the Japanese palate. Not one to be ordinary, Haruka
had developed a taste for the candy, for which Michiru teased her
often. Michiru sat on the edge of the tub and poured them a
glass of champagne. Haruka already had the gold box in
h
hands. Michiru grinned at the look of fierce concentration
on her wife’s face as she worked the lid off the box. The
little trays inside held chocolates shaped like open clamshells
with a dollop of creamy truffle inside. Clams still joined
were considered a good luck wedding food in Japan and such
thoughtfulness raised their opinion of the corporate
sponsor. Michiru’s eyes opened wide when Haruka popped one of
the chocolates into her mouth - whole. Haruka then offered
the box to Michiru.
The violinist wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
"Too sweet."
"Ah, but not as sweet as you."
Haruka wrapped her soapy arms around Michiru and
dragged the laughing woman into the water. Growling
playfully, she planted sloppy kiss-bites up her wife’s neck.
In the scuffle some champagne sloshed out of the flute in
Michiru’s hand. Haruka took the glass and sipped. After
taking a drink herself, Michiru leaned over her wife’s
head to place the glass out of harm’s way. When she did,
some suds fell from her arm onto Haruka’se. Te. The blonde
blew at the offending bubbles. Then, realizing their
full potential, she gathered up a handful and began sculpting
a lopsided tiara on Michiru’s head. Pleased with this game,
they played with the suds for a time. When they finally
stopped, Haruka was sporting a full mustache and long beard
while Michiru had so many suds on her hair and ears she
vaguely resembled a green tinted poodle. They laughed at
themselves before standing to rinse off under the shower.
Michiru soaped a loofa sponge and trailed it over
Haruka’s toned body. Haruka knelt before her to plant
kisses on Michiru’s soft stomach, while the other woman
soaped her short blonde locks. Once Haruka was clean,
Michiru gave her the sponge to return the favor. Haruka
was sloppy with her washing: Even when soaping Michiru’s
hair, she found an excuse to run her hands over Michiru’s
soft breasts and other sensitive spots. When the last of
the soap had been rinsed from Michiru’s curls, they stepped
from the tub and began drying one another. Haruka slid her
hands over Michiru’s satiny skin, cupping her full breasts.
"This is what I wanted to do last night," Haruka
purred.
"Do tell," Michiru said teasingly, only to catch
her breath when
Haruka’s hands darted between her legs. Michiru
turned around bringing their lips together in a fiery kiss.
Michiru tasted champagne, chocolate, and Haruka mixed
together in a perfect blend.
"Delicious," she whispered once Haruka broke
contact to nuzzle Michiru’s tender neck.
"What?" the blonde whred red back, dazed with
arousal.
"Bed," Michiru replied.
Haruka picked her up, carried her from the bathroom,
and laid her on the comforter. Their hands slid between each
other’s legs massaging heated flesh. Nimble fingers slipped
over aching buds while tongues met and danced together. They
rolled on the bed until Michiru’s moans began to peak.
"Ooh, yes... darling, faster."
Haruka complied, picking up speed. She noted when
Michiru’s eyes began to glaze and the rubbing between her
own legs became more convulsive. Just before Michiru went
over, Haruka stopped. This elicited a shaky groan from her
partner, but no complaints as they kissed again. Michiru’s
hand resumed its attack on Haruka’s slick flesh. When the
end came, it caught them both unaware, hitting Haruka just
seconds before Michiru.
"Oh!" gasped Haruka as theiliailiar heat rolled
over her body.
Michiru simply hummed as the slow pulses coursed
through her. Now both senshi were well sated. Haruka
pulled the covers over them. She and Michiru curled
together like two spoons content to drift into sleep
surrounded by each other's love.
The next morning Michiru awoke to find Haruka
watching her with a tender expression.
"Ohayo, Ashke."
Michiru responded by placing a warm kiss on her
mate’s lips. During the night their had had dried such
that Haruka’s hair now stuck out in several different
directions, while Michiru’s usually perfectly coifed
curls were an impossibly tangled mass. Neither noticed.
All that mattered was being with the woman they loved.
Since they intended to go out today, they eventually
decided that it was time for a quick shower. They
walked into the bathroom hand in hand. When Michiru
stepped into the running water, Haruka stood behind
her, admiring her wife’s body.
"Hand me my sho wio will you, love?"
Haruka reached down and picked up an oddly shaped aqua
bottle. "Deep Shine," she read.
"It’s a shampoo derived from sea kelp."
Haruka grinned and handed Michiru the bottle.
"It definitely suites you."
While Michiru lathered her long aqua curls,
Haruka looked through the little bag full of scented
oils and bubble baths. "Where did you get all of
this?" She opened one and sniffed.
"Minako gave it to me at the bridal shower,"
the other woman casually replied.
Haruka quickly changed the subject; she really
did not want to talk about that particular event.
Haruka ran a sponge under the water and started
soaping herself, as Michiru conditioned. When Michiru
finished, she took the showerhead down to rinse Haruka.
With a mischievous little smile the sea senshi adjusted
the ring to massage mode. She tested it against her hand
and turned it on her blonde mate.
Expecting to feel the water on her back, Haruka
was very surprised when the powerful stream surged
between her legs. As the warm water touched her
clitoris, the blonde racer’s hips jerked forward
involuntarily.
"What the ...?" Haruka exclaimed, taking the
showerhead from Michiru.
"Surprise," Michiru said, chuckling.
"You knew about this."
"Darling, everyone knows."
"So that’s why you always take those
long baths."
"Mmm, no, I have you to take care of me, but when
you are out of town..." Haruka smiled down at Michiru.
"So it, umm...really works?"
"How does the phrase ‘multiple orgasms’ strike
you."
Haruka looked skeptical and handed the
attachment back to her partner.
"Come on, I’ll prove it to you." She dropped
her voice to a sensuous whisper. "Lay back and enjoy
yourself."
With a patient, yet disbelieving expression,
Haruka lay back in the water-warmed tub. Michiru knelt
between her thighs. The blonde jerked at the first
warm surge against her sensitive clit, but soon was
moaning softly. With the stream continuously massaging
her secret nubbin, Haruka quickly climaxed. Michiru
slid one finger into Haruka’s spasming vagina and turned
up the water pressure, causing Haruka to cry out as her
body arched in another small orgasm. Haruka was amazed
by the sensations. She had already come twice, but her
body was still responding. She could feel something
building, something stronger than she had experienced
so far. Her breasts tingled and an intense heat
gathered in her loins. Michiru was now pumping two
fingers in and out of her slick passage. Haruka’s
strong hands frantically gripped at the sides of
the tub.
"Ahhh, Mich-Ir-Ruu!"
Her world went black for a moment, while her slender
athletic body arched from the tub and jerked several times
with the orgasmic convulsions tearing through her entire
being. When the feelings subsided, the winded senshi
lay limp in the tub. Her belly felt tight from the
successive orgasms. She shuddered with satisfying little
aftershocks pulsing from her over stimulated clit and
vagina. She could barely see her wife; although directly
in front of her, Michiru appeared to be on the far side
of a dark tunnel.
Michiru withdrew her gleaming fingers, leaned
forward and gently kissed her wife. "Are you okay?"
"Wow," came the husky reply.
Michiru sat back and looked down at her beautiful
mate. Haruka’s firm pink nipples were covered in a sheen
of water. She had the most incredibly satiated look
smoldering in her dark teal eyes.
"Did you like it?" Michiru asked, averting her
eyes in mock shyness.
Haruka leaned forward and planted several
impassioned kisses on her wife’s face and neck.
"Oh good," Michiru breathed and allowed herself
to be surrounded by thxualxual whirlwind that was her
devoted partner.
After their eventful bath, both women relaxed in their
silk robes. Haruka’s firm body was hidden by smashing black
and Michiru’s delicate curves were encased in white. Haruka
sat in a chair with Michiru in her lap facing the blonde.
Michiru was feeding Haruka another bite of buttered
croissant from their room service delivered breakfast.
Haruka swallowed and watched Michiru take her own bite.
"Today is your day, what do you want to do?"
Michiru chewed thoughtfully. Her eyes lit up.
"Let’s go snorkeling."
Haruka grinned. "Okay, do you want to have dinner
at the Lodge at Koele?"
"That sounds great."
"They have a five star restaurant," Haruka
informed her around another offered bit of croissant.
She then busied herself sucking the traces of creamy
butter from Michiru’s fingers.
"Have you thought about what you might want
to do tomorrow?"
"Hmm, maybe we could go hiking."
"That would be fun," Michiru agreed. Then she
continued, "Hmmm, this is Haw I’l I’ll bet there are a
lot of pretty young girls out on those beaches"
Alerted by the tone, Haruka took her wife’s hands
in her own and laced theirgersgers together. "What’s wrong?"
she asked guardedly.
Michiru was still looking down, but there was a
smile in her voice. "I know you like to look at other girls,
Haruka, but if I catch you looking at anyone beside me these
next few weeks I’m going to hurt you"
‘Ah, so that was what was wrong,’ Haruka thought,
relieved. She released one of Michiru’s hands to tilt her
wife’s chin up to meet her gaze. "Michiru, I know I like
to tease you by flirting with other women, but the fact is
they all fall short when compared to you. I plan to spend
every moment of these next few weeks showing you how I
really feel. Truthfully, darling, I can’t take my eyes
off you."
Michiru made a little choking noise. "Haruka,"
she sighed and wrapped her arms around her love.
Haruka returned the hug. "There is no reason for
you to be unsure of my feelings for you. Ever. But, I
won’t promise never to do it again, because you are very
beautiful when you’re jealous."
Michiru giggled and slid from Haruka's lap. She
tossed her long aqua locks and turned to her wife. "Who
ever said I was jealous." With that parting comment, she
sauntered from the breakfast room, leaving Haruka to
contemplate the bewitching minx with whom she had just
agreed to spend the rest of her life. When Michiru was
half way to the bathroom, she slyly winked over her
shoulder at Haruka. She smiled at the expected sight
of her darling wife racing to catch up to her.
Later that night when they returned to the
honeymoon suite, Haruka opened the patio door to let
the salty sea air drift in, while Michiru put their
swimming gear in the bathroom. Michiru returned and
circled the room slowly, shedding clothing as she
went. She playfully tossed each piece to Haruka, who
laughed and discarded her corresponding article of
clothing. Michiigheighed happily at the sight of her
naked wife and smiled.
"What?" Haruka asked, reaching for her lover.
"There is something liberating in being able
to walk around naked without worrying about someone
coming home unexpectedly, " Michiru replied as she
danced away from her love’s arms.
Haruka laughed, remembering Hotaru’s early
arrival on Valentine’s Day. Again she reached for
Michiru and again her partner avoided her embrace.
Her smile faltered slightly.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, darling, I just want to take the time
to enjoy seeing you like this. We’ll have plenty
of time to play later."
Haruka smirked, ‘You can count on that.’
They cuddled together sipping champagne and
talked about the past and their future. As the night
wore on, the room grew chilly so Haruka moved to start
a small fire. Michiru joined her on the floor in
frof thf the fireplace. They embraced and began
kissing. After an extremely long time, Michiru
broke for air.
"I’m thirsty," she whispered and crawled to her
champagne glass set precariously on the thick carpet. She
had taken a drink and was replacing the glass, when she
was distracted by a hand on her back, tracing the curve
of her spine and the shape of her hips.
Haruka slid over her back, mounting her and
thrusting her hips gently against Michiru’s soft bottom.
Michiru’s breasts swung freely beneath her, until her
lover’s warm hands surrounded them. As arousing as the
position was, Michiru couldn’t see how they could both
be satisfied this way, so she ted ted restlessly in her
wife’s grip. Haruka held her firmly.
"Uh-uh, no escape."
"Haruka," Michiru breathed petulantly.
Haruka’s slender, piano playing fingers teased
Michiru’s nipples, plucking at them and making them throb
as blood raced to the aroused flesh. Michiru squirmed.
Haruka wrapped onm acm across both of Michiru's breasts,
concentrating on stimulating them by gently moving her arm
back and forth underneath one and tugging at the other with
her fingertips. Her other hand slid down between Michiru's
spreading thighs, playing in the moisture found there.
Michiru was blossoming for her like a dew-drenched lily.
"You’re so wet, Michi," the husky voice whispered
next to her ear.
"Uhh" was all the gorgeous sea nymph could manage.
Haruka was now employing feather light caresses on Michiru’s
sensitive mound. She was delighted when the sea senshi’s hips
rolled forward, following after the soft, pleasure filled touch.
She ever so lightly slid her finger up and down, just inside
the outer folds.
Michiru’s vocabulary consisted of one long continuous
moan. Her world narrowed to only Haruka’s skillful hands as
both worked magic between her legs. She could smell her own
musk mixed with her partner’s and it made the ache low in her
belly more intense. Haruka was following her every move and
every now and then Haruka’s sweaty bangs would brush against
her back. Two of Haruka’s fingers plunged deep inside Michiru,
thrusting in time with the movement of her hips. The soft
skin of the wind senshi’s sex bounced wetly against Michiru’s
upthrust bottom. Michiru was in a frenzied state of physical
arousal. She tried to pull away from the stimulating hands
and the mouth sucking at her neck. It was too good, too much.
She had...to ...get ...away.
She tried to crawl from her wife’s grasp, but instead
fell forward onto her chest. Haruka’s hands never missed a
stroke. Michiru’s distended nipples were now rubbed against
the soft carpet with every push and it felt as though she were
being licked by a rough tongue.
"Ahhh," she squealed and her legs stiffened out behind
her, embracing the body wedged between her thighs. She began
bucking beneath Haruka, spasming in ecstasy. Haruka worked her
fingers until her hands ached, but would not stop; Michiru’s
weeping passage was still convulsing around her fingers and
the sea senshi’s clitoris was still poking from her slick
folds. Haruka continued to massage the little bud with one
hand, holding her fingers deep inside her wife’s swollen
sex. Michiru arched beneath her and froze that way for almost
half a minute, while she rode out the clenching crest of
orgasm. Haruka enjoyed a soft spasm of her own, whiockeocked
inside her mate. It wasn’t as powerful as an actual climax,
but it relieved the tension in her own body. Michiru
collapsed with Haruka still on top of her. The familiar
weight was a comfto hto her exhausted body. Haruka recovered
enough to roll off, but she kept one hand on her trembling
wife. Michiru was sobbing.
"Darling, are you all right?"
Michiru could only sniffle for a few moments. In that
time Haruka studied her beautiful lover bathed in the firelight.
She appeared every bit a woman thoroughly loved: her nipples were
swollen; her sex gleamed in the soft firelight; and her skin was
still rosy from the aftermath of her climax. Haruka leaned
forward and gave her a gentle kiss.
Michiru ran her hand through her love’s short hair,
the stone on her wedding ring shimmering as it reflected the
soft light of the flames. "That was incredible, but it wore me
out."
Michiru nuzzled against Haruka’s shoulder when her
beautiful lover gathered her close. Michiru’s blue eyes
fluttered as she fought to stay awake.
"Get some sleep, sweetheart, " Haruka whispered to
her wife. As their heartbeats began to return to normal,
Haruka’s own eyes drifted shut.
"Haruka?"
"Hai," the blonde murmured drowsily.
"I always knew I loved your hands."
Author's notes: hope you liked it, I was...iredired.
by Saun
Haruka and Michiru
Rated: H
Haruka checked them into the five star hotel and accepted the
key to the bridal suite. She was still a bit dazed from how quickly
everything had happened. She and Michiru mar married! They were on
their honeymoon! They had been eagerly awaiting this opportunity to
forget the world for two whole weeks and concentrate solely on one
another.
They had chosen to remain celibate for a time before their
wedding night to enhance the once in a lifetime celebration of their
love. Although they had stopped making love two weeks ago, they could
not bear being apart, so had slept curled together, basking in each
other’s nearness. Haruka had been surprised how spiritual and
pleasurable it had been. Now, however, with her usually sated sex
drive frustrated, she was very ready to resume their physical
relationship. Her nipples hardened at the mere thought. The night
before, she and Michiru had bathed together and ritualistically
denuded each other’s body of hair. The erotic experience of sliding
the razor over her lover’s body had stretched her self-control to the
limit. From the hungry look in Michiru’s eyes, Haruka was certain she
had felt the same.
Their luggage had been sent ahead and was waiting for them.
Michiru explored the suite while Haruka tipped the man who had shown
them to their room.
"Oh, sir, the wine you requested has been delivered and is
chilling in the... sir?, " the young man stopped, realizing he had
lost Haruka’s attention. "Well, um, enjoy your stay here at the Manele
Bay Resort."
"Don’t worry, we will," Haruka said softly, her eyes never
leaving her new wife.
"Uh, yes... " The young man cleared his throat and promptly
vanished.
Haruka shut the door and turned to her beautiful mate, but
Michiru had disappeared. Haruka wandered through their suite, taking
in the opulence. She finally located her love in the huge bedroom.
Michiru was just shutting the drawer on the nightstand. She had
apparently been into the suitcases.
"Michiru," Haruka whispered, drinking in the delicate features
of her partner. ‘My wife!’ She moved toward the beautiful violinist.
Michiru ducked under her arm and moved toward the bathroom.
"Uh-uh, not yet," she told Haruka. "I have something special for you."
"Me too." Haruka grinned at her.
Michiru winked at her. "I’ll be just a second."
Twenty minutes later, Michiru stepped out of the bathroom,
dressed only in the negligée Setsuna had made for her. Haruka lay
on her side on the bed. Although she still wore her black dress
pants, she had removed her bra and redone only one button on her
white dress shirt, exposing the taut swell of her breasts to
Michiru’s eager eyes. She held a glass of chilled wine, swirling
it gently. The aqua haired beauty’s heart jumped at the smoldering
look in her lover’s eyes. ‘My wife!’ From as early as dinner, Michiru
had felt her body preparing for this moment, made even sweeter
by their prolonged abstinence.
Haruka slid up, her eyes devouring her mate’s luscious body.
She took a drink, then set the glass on the nightstand. She reached
out her hand and guided Michiru to the bed beside her. They kissed
deeply. Michiru hummed as warmed wine spilled into her mouth from
her lover. They lazily sucked each other’s tongues, enjoying the
anticipation. Eventually, they both wanted, needed more.
Haruka’s lips traveled to the scented hollow of Michiru’s
throat. She paused to gently lick her lover. Then she hooked two
slender fingers under the fragile straps of the nighty, sliding
them down and caressing Michiru’s arms. The revealed breasts
quivered slightly with Michiru’s panting breath. Even though
Haruka had not touched them, the nipples stood erect. Haruka
lay her wife back on the sumptuous silken sheets. Michiru
groaned shakily as the blonde continued to slide her hands down
Michiru’s sides, over hips and down smooth thighs, taking the
negligée with her. With a final gentle tug, the delicate fabric
was released to drift to the floor landing like a whisper.
Michiru tensed, knowing what was coming. Soon cool wine dripped
onto her erect nipple from Haruka’s fingers.
"Haru-ka!" she cried as the cool drops caressed her heated
flesh.
White teeth nipped at the small peak, followed by a tongue
soothingly sweeping across it. Haruka pulled the whole nipple
into her mouth and sucked at it. She reveled in Michiru’s sighs
and throaty moans thinking, ‘Kami-sama, I am married to the
sexiest woman alive!’
Parting Michiru’s outer folds to expose her stiffened
clitoris, Haruka poured a tiny amount of chilled wine onto her
lover’s sex. Michiru arched in frenzied delight as the cold wine
slid over her sensitized passage. Lost in powerful feelings, she
could only hiss when Haruka’s hot mouth replaced the cold liquid.
Haruka lapped and drew on the little bud, making sure to capture
all the sweet wine. Her tongue snaked into taginaginal passage
and massaged the soft wet walls. Michiru ran her hands through
her lover’s hair. Haruka pressed Michiru’s legs further apart,
splaying her for willing conquest. She began with several long
licks. Then she moved up over Michiru’s exposed sex. Using her
slender fingers to hold Michiru’s outer folds apart, she rolled
the tip of her tongue around the wet opening to her wife’s body.
Michiru cried out again and again. Haruka returned her attention
to the throbbing nubbin. She flicked it several times in rapid
succession.
Michiru felt the first bolt of heat roll through her as
her belly clenched. She tried to call her lover’s name, but the
strength of her orgasm caused the sound to slide off into a
heated moan. Haruka ceased licking and planted a kiss on the
plump folds. Michiru opened her arms wide and Haruka fell into
them, hugging her wife tightly. They rolled so that Haruka’s
full weight wasn’t on the ler ler woman and then simply lay there
for a moment basking in the post coital intimacy.
After they had rested a moment, Michiru engaged her
wife in an intense kiss, sliding her tongue deep into Haruka’s
mouth. She was greeted by the taste of herself mixed with wine.
She sighed happily and kissed down Haruka’s slender throat.
She stopped for a moment, biting at the chords of Haruka’s neck
around the slender chain that held her engagement pendant. Haruka
gave a happy gasp and arched under Michiru’s skilled mouth.
Michiru continued kissing down until she encountered Haruka’s
shirt. Michiru’s nimble fingers made short work of the button.
The slightly cool air wafting down from the overhead fan caressed
Haruka’s swollen nipples. Michiru licked at the hard nub of one
breast, skillfully massaging the other with her palm. Michiru wet
one nipple and then slid her palm over it, ever so gently, barely
touching the aching flesh. Haruka gave a happy mewl and pushed
her chest up, seeking more stimulation. To her disappointment,
Michiru abandoned her breasts to slide the dress shirt over
Haruka’s rounded shoulders and sculpted arms.
Once Haruka’s upper body was unclothed, Michiru
turned her attention to her lover’s dress pants. The green
haired nymph pulled trousers and underwear down in one smooth
stroke. Michiru saw no need to prolong undressing her mate when
she had more delicious tortures in store for her. She reached
over to the nightstand and pulled out the three objects she had
deposited there earlier. Then Michiru slid her fingers in and out
of Haruka’s vaginal passage until Haruka writhed on the bed in
ecstasy. Michiru removed her fingers, liberally squeezed KY
jelly on them, and placed them back inside her wife.
Haruka was working her hips in time with Michiru’s
fingers when suddenly the delicious stimulation stopped.
She mewled in protest, but was silenced with a forceful kiss.
A moment later something began to press against Haruka, seeking
entrance to her body. Haruka jerked in surprise at the touch of
the cool plastic. Her tight muscles refused at first to accept
the intrusion.
Then, as she slowly relaxed, the vibrator slid inside her.
Haruka groaned low and deep, grabbing handfuls of the pillow behind
her head. She clenched her muscles experimentally around the shaft
and softly moaned at the result. Haruka couldn’t focus on anything
with her wife’s hands running over her sides and belly and sliding
down over her sensitive pubis. She closed her eyes to enjoy the
sensations, only to have them fly open again: Michiru had turned
up the speed on the tiny machine.
"Beautiful, so beautiful," Michiru whispered.
Well past the point of speaking, Haruka could only moan.
Michiru slid onto Haruka’s trembling body, her hand still between
Haruka’s legs. Haruka’s legs parted instinctively and wrapped
around Michiru’s hips. Michiru rocked steadily between her
lover’s thighs, taking special care to rub their breasts together,
almost painfully stimulating the already aching peaks. Suddenly,
Haruka rose off the bed, supporting both their weight on only
her heels and shoulders. Michiru kept kissing and caressing
her until she finally settled back to recover from her
spectacular orgasm. Michiru then pulled the slippery toy out
of her wife’s body, wrapped it in a washcloth, and set it on the
floor to deal with later.
Haruka had rolled on her side and Michiru couldn’t
resist sliding a gentle finger up her love’s exposed spine.
Ha sha shivered at the sensation on her over-sensitized
flesh. Michiru wrapped her arms around her mate and placed
her mouth close to Haruka’s ear.
"Aishiteru, Haruka."
"I love you too, Michiru," Haruka whispered in the
darkened room.
Haruka took one of Michiru’s hands in her own and
played with the delicate fingers. Michiru dotted kisses
along Haruka’s hairline. Suddenly dissatisfied with their
position, Haruka shifted until she faced her wife. Michiru
smiled into her eyes. They rested in the dark whispering
about the day and their love for one another.
"Haruka, I wanted you from the first moment I
saw you. I never dreamed I could be this happy."
"Michiru, you make me stronger," Haruka whispered
earnestly. "You healed my heart of lonliness"
"Ahh," Michiru sighed and kissed the tip of
Haruka’s nose. They lay together content to be close. Michiru
giggled from sheer happiness.
Haruka’s throat tightened at the sweet sound as
she blinked back tears. All the times she had nearly lost
Michiru went through her mind. She snuggled closer to drive
away those terrifying memories with the reality of her
soulmate’s presence by her side, where she belonged.
Michiru leaned forward. "Haruka, are you tired?"
"Not especially, I’m a little too wound up to sleep."
"Hang on, I’ll be right back." Michiru rolled out
of bed and scampered into the bathroom before Haruka could
catch her.
Haruka heard water running. A few minutes later
her wife reappeared, eyes sparkling mysteriously. She took
Haruka’s hand and pulled the blonde willingly from the warm
little nest. Michiru led Haruka into the bathroom where the
large tub was filling with warm water and fragrant suds. Haruka
slid into the water and sighed as the heat surrounded her.
Michiru disappeared again and returwithwith a gift
basket from one of Haruka’s American sponsors which had been
delivered to their room. It held caviar, champagne and a box
of Godiva chocolate. Usually American confections were too
rich for the Japanese palate. Not one to be ordinary, Haruka
had developed a taste for the candy, for which Michiru teased her
often. Michiru sat on the edge of the tub and poured them a
glass of champagne. Haruka already had the gold box in
h
hands. Michiru grinned at the look of fierce concentration
on her wife’s face as she worked the lid off the box. The
little trays inside held chocolates shaped like open clamshells
with a dollop of creamy truffle inside. Clams still joined
were considered a good luck wedding food in Japan and such
thoughtfulness raised their opinion of the corporate
sponsor. Michiru’s eyes opened wide when Haruka popped one of
the chocolates into her mouth - whole. Haruka then offered
the box to Michiru.
The violinist wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
"Too sweet."
"Ah, but not as sweet as you."
Haruka wrapped her soapy arms around Michiru and
dragged the laughing woman into the water. Growling
playfully, she planted sloppy kiss-bites up her wife’s neck.
In the scuffle some champagne sloshed out of the flute in
Michiru’s hand. Haruka took the glass and sipped. After
taking a drink herself, Michiru leaned over her wife’s
head to place the glass out of harm’s way. When she did,
some suds fell from her arm onto Haruka’se. Te. The blonde
blew at the offending bubbles. Then, realizing their
full potential, she gathered up a handful and began sculpting
a lopsided tiara on Michiru’s head. Pleased with this game,
they played with the suds for a time. When they finally
stopped, Haruka was sporting a full mustache and long beard
while Michiru had so many suds on her hair and ears she
vaguely resembled a green tinted poodle. They laughed at
themselves before standing to rinse off under the shower.
Michiru soaped a loofa sponge and trailed it over
Haruka’s toned body. Haruka knelt before her to plant
kisses on Michiru’s soft stomach, while the other woman
soaped her short blonde locks. Once Haruka was clean,
Michiru gave her the sponge to return the favor. Haruka
was sloppy with her washing: Even when soaping Michiru’s
hair, she found an excuse to run her hands over Michiru’s
soft breasts and other sensitive spots. When the last of
the soap had been rinsed from Michiru’s curls, they stepped
from the tub and began drying one another. Haruka slid her
hands over Michiru’s satiny skin, cupping her full breasts.
"This is what I wanted to do last night," Haruka
purred.
"Do tell," Michiru said teasingly, only to catch
her breath when
Haruka’s hands darted between her legs. Michiru
turned around bringing their lips together in a fiery kiss.
Michiru tasted champagne, chocolate, and Haruka mixed
together in a perfect blend.
"Delicious," she whispered once Haruka broke
contact to nuzzle Michiru’s tender neck.
"What?" the blonde whred red back, dazed with
arousal.
"Bed," Michiru replied.
Haruka picked her up, carried her from the bathroom,
and laid her on the comforter. Their hands slid between each
other’s legs massaging heated flesh. Nimble fingers slipped
over aching buds while tongues met and danced together. They
rolled on the bed until Michiru’s moans began to peak.
"Ooh, yes... darling, faster."
Haruka complied, picking up speed. She noted when
Michiru’s eyes began to glaze and the rubbing between her
own legs became more convulsive. Just before Michiru went
over, Haruka stopped. This elicited a shaky groan from her
partner, but no complaints as they kissed again. Michiru’s
hand resumed its attack on Haruka’s slick flesh. When the
end came, it caught them both unaware, hitting Haruka just
seconds before Michiru.
"Oh!" gasped Haruka as theiliailiar heat rolled
over her body.
Michiru simply hummed as the slow pulses coursed
through her. Now both senshi were well sated. Haruka
pulled the covers over them. She and Michiru curled
together like two spoons content to drift into sleep
surrounded by each other's love.
The next morning Michiru awoke to find Haruka
watching her with a tender expression.
"Ohayo, Ashke."
Michiru responded by placing a warm kiss on her
mate’s lips. During the night their had had dried such
that Haruka’s hair now stuck out in several different
directions, while Michiru’s usually perfectly coifed
curls were an impossibly tangled mass. Neither noticed.
All that mattered was being with the woman they loved.
Since they intended to go out today, they eventually
decided that it was time for a quick shower. They
walked into the bathroom hand in hand. When Michiru
stepped into the running water, Haruka stood behind
her, admiring her wife’s body.
"Hand me my sho wio will you, love?"
Haruka reached down and picked up an oddly shaped aqua
bottle. "Deep Shine," she read.
"It’s a shampoo derived from sea kelp."
Haruka grinned and handed Michiru the bottle.
"It definitely suites you."
While Michiru lathered her long aqua curls,
Haruka looked through the little bag full of scented
oils and bubble baths. "Where did you get all of
this?" She opened one and sniffed.
"Minako gave it to me at the bridal shower,"
the other woman casually replied.
Haruka quickly changed the subject; she really
did not want to talk about that particular event.
Haruka ran a sponge under the water and started
soaping herself, as Michiru conditioned. When Michiru
finished, she took the showerhead down to rinse Haruka.
With a mischievous little smile the sea senshi adjusted
the ring to massage mode. She tested it against her hand
and turned it on her blonde mate.
Expecting to feel the water on her back, Haruka
was very surprised when the powerful stream surged
between her legs. As the warm water touched her
clitoris, the blonde racer’s hips jerked forward
involuntarily.
"What the ...?" Haruka exclaimed, taking the
showerhead from Michiru.
"Surprise," Michiru said, chuckling.
"You knew about this."
"Darling, everyone knows."
"So that’s why you always take those
long baths."
"Mmm, no, I have you to take care of me, but when
you are out of town..." Haruka smiled down at Michiru.
"So it, umm...really works?"
"How does the phrase ‘multiple orgasms’ strike
you."
Haruka looked skeptical and handed the
attachment back to her partner.
"Come on, I’ll prove it to you." She dropped
her voice to a sensuous whisper. "Lay back and enjoy
yourself."
With a patient, yet disbelieving expression,
Haruka lay back in the water-warmed tub. Michiru knelt
between her thighs. The blonde jerked at the first
warm surge against her sensitive clit, but soon was
moaning softly. With the stream continuously massaging
her secret nubbin, Haruka quickly climaxed. Michiru
slid one finger into Haruka’s spasming vagina and turned
up the water pressure, causing Haruka to cry out as her
body arched in another small orgasm. Haruka was amazed
by the sensations. She had already come twice, but her
body was still responding. She could feel something
building, something stronger than she had experienced
so far. Her breasts tingled and an intense heat
gathered in her loins. Michiru was now pumping two
fingers in and out of her slick passage. Haruka’s
strong hands frantically gripped at the sides of
the tub.
"Ahhh, Mich-Ir-Ruu!"
Her world went black for a moment, while her slender
athletic body arched from the tub and jerked several times
with the orgasmic convulsions tearing through her entire
being. When the feelings subsided, the winded senshi
lay limp in the tub. Her belly felt tight from the
successive orgasms. She shuddered with satisfying little
aftershocks pulsing from her over stimulated clit and
vagina. She could barely see her wife; although directly
in front of her, Michiru appeared to be on the far side
of a dark tunnel.
Michiru withdrew her gleaming fingers, leaned
forward and gently kissed her wife. "Are you okay?"
"Wow," came the husky reply.
Michiru sat back and looked down at her beautiful
mate. Haruka’s firm pink nipples were covered in a sheen
of water. She had the most incredibly satiated look
smoldering in her dark teal eyes.
"Did you like it?" Michiru asked, averting her
eyes in mock shyness.
Haruka leaned forward and planted several
impassioned kisses on her wife’s face and neck.
"Oh good," Michiru breathed and allowed herself
to be surrounded by thxualxual whirlwind that was her
devoted partner.
After their eventful bath, both women relaxed in their
silk robes. Haruka’s firm body was hidden by smashing black
and Michiru’s delicate curves were encased in white. Haruka
sat in a chair with Michiru in her lap facing the blonde.
Michiru was feeding Haruka another bite of buttered
croissant from their room service delivered breakfast.
Haruka swallowed and watched Michiru take her own bite.
"Today is your day, what do you want to do?"
Michiru chewed thoughtfully. Her eyes lit up.
"Let’s go snorkeling."
Haruka grinned. "Okay, do you want to have dinner
at the Lodge at Koele?"
"That sounds great."
"They have a five star restaurant," Haruka
informed her around another offered bit of croissant.
She then busied herself sucking the traces of creamy
butter from Michiru’s fingers.
"Have you thought about what you might want
to do tomorrow?"
"Hmm, maybe we could go hiking."
"That would be fun," Michiru agreed. Then she
continued, "Hmmm, this is Haw I’l I’ll bet there are a
lot of pretty young girls out on those beaches"
Alerted by the tone, Haruka took her wife’s hands
in her own and laced theirgersgers together. "What’s wrong?"
she asked guardedly.
Michiru was still looking down, but there was a
smile in her voice. "I know you like to look at other girls,
Haruka, but if I catch you looking at anyone beside me these
next few weeks I’m going to hurt you"
‘Ah, so that was what was wrong,’ Haruka thought,
relieved. She released one of Michiru’s hands to tilt her
wife’s chin up to meet her gaze. "Michiru, I know I like
to tease you by flirting with other women, but the fact is
they all fall short when compared to you. I plan to spend
every moment of these next few weeks showing you how I
really feel. Truthfully, darling, I can’t take my eyes
off you."
Michiru made a little choking noise. "Haruka,"
she sighed and wrapped her arms around her love.
Haruka returned the hug. "There is no reason for
you to be unsure of my feelings for you. Ever. But, I
won’t promise never to do it again, because you are very
beautiful when you’re jealous."
Michiru giggled and slid from Haruka's lap. She
tossed her long aqua locks and turned to her wife. "Who
ever said I was jealous." With that parting comment, she
sauntered from the breakfast room, leaving Haruka to
contemplate the bewitching minx with whom she had just
agreed to spend the rest of her life. When Michiru was
half way to the bathroom, she slyly winked over her
shoulder at Haruka. She smiled at the expected sight
of her darling wife racing to catch up to her.
Later that night when they returned to the
honeymoon suite, Haruka opened the patio door to let
the salty sea air drift in, while Michiru put their
swimming gear in the bathroom. Michiru returned and
circled the room slowly, shedding clothing as she
went. She playfully tossed each piece to Haruka, who
laughed and discarded her corresponding article of
clothing. Michiigheighed happily at the sight of her
naked wife and smiled.
"What?" Haruka asked, reaching for her lover.
"There is something liberating in being able
to walk around naked without worrying about someone
coming home unexpectedly, " Michiru replied as she
danced away from her love’s arms.
Haruka laughed, remembering Hotaru’s early
arrival on Valentine’s Day. Again she reached for
Michiru and again her partner avoided her embrace.
Her smile faltered slightly.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, darling, I just want to take the time
to enjoy seeing you like this. We’ll have plenty
of time to play later."
Haruka smirked, ‘You can count on that.’
They cuddled together sipping champagne and
talked about the past and their future. As the night
wore on, the room grew chilly so Haruka moved to start
a small fire. Michiru joined her on the floor in
frof thf the fireplace. They embraced and began
kissing. After an extremely long time, Michiru
broke for air.
"I’m thirsty," she whispered and crawled to her
champagne glass set precariously on the thick carpet. She
had taken a drink and was replacing the glass, when she
was distracted by a hand on her back, tracing the curve
of her spine and the shape of her hips.
Haruka slid over her back, mounting her and
thrusting her hips gently against Michiru’s soft bottom.
Michiru’s breasts swung freely beneath her, until her
lover’s warm hands surrounded them. As arousing as the
position was, Michiru couldn’t see how they could both
be satisfied this way, so she ted ted restlessly in her
wife’s grip. Haruka held her firmly.
"Uh-uh, no escape."
"Haruka," Michiru breathed petulantly.
Haruka’s slender, piano playing fingers teased
Michiru’s nipples, plucking at them and making them throb
as blood raced to the aroused flesh. Michiru squirmed.
Haruka wrapped onm acm across both of Michiru's breasts,
concentrating on stimulating them by gently moving her arm
back and forth underneath one and tugging at the other with
her fingertips. Her other hand slid down between Michiru's
spreading thighs, playing in the moisture found there.
Michiru was blossoming for her like a dew-drenched lily.
"You’re so wet, Michi," the husky voice whispered
next to her ear.
"Uhh" was all the gorgeous sea nymph could manage.
Haruka was now employing feather light caresses on Michiru’s
sensitive mound. She was delighted when the sea senshi’s hips
rolled forward, following after the soft, pleasure filled touch.
She ever so lightly slid her finger up and down, just inside
the outer folds.
Michiru’s vocabulary consisted of one long continuous
moan. Her world narrowed to only Haruka’s skillful hands as
both worked magic between her legs. She could smell her own
musk mixed with her partner’s and it made the ache low in her
belly more intense. Haruka was following her every move and
every now and then Haruka’s sweaty bangs would brush against
her back. Two of Haruka’s fingers plunged deep inside Michiru,
thrusting in time with the movement of her hips. The soft
skin of the wind senshi’s sex bounced wetly against Michiru’s
upthrust bottom. Michiru was in a frenzied state of physical
arousal. She tried to pull away from the stimulating hands
and the mouth sucking at her neck. It was too good, too much.
She had...to ...get ...away.
She tried to crawl from her wife’s grasp, but instead
fell forward onto her chest. Haruka’s hands never missed a
stroke. Michiru’s distended nipples were now rubbed against
the soft carpet with every push and it felt as though she were
being licked by a rough tongue.
"Ahhh," she squealed and her legs stiffened out behind
her, embracing the body wedged between her thighs. She began
bucking beneath Haruka, spasming in ecstasy. Haruka worked her
fingers until her hands ached, but would not stop; Michiru’s
weeping passage was still convulsing around her fingers and
the sea senshi’s clitoris was still poking from her slick
folds. Haruka continued to massage the little bud with one
hand, holding her fingers deep inside her wife’s swollen
sex. Michiru arched beneath her and froze that way for almost
half a minute, while she rode out the clenching crest of
orgasm. Haruka enjoyed a soft spasm of her own, whiockeocked
inside her mate. It wasn’t as powerful as an actual climax,
but it relieved the tension in her own body. Michiru
collapsed with Haruka still on top of her. The familiar
weight was a comfto hto her exhausted body. Haruka recovered
enough to roll off, but she kept one hand on her trembling
wife. Michiru was sobbing.
"Darling, are you all right?"
Michiru could only sniffle for a few moments. In that
time Haruka studied her beautiful lover bathed in the firelight.
She appeared every bit a woman thoroughly loved: her nipples were
swollen; her sex gleamed in the soft firelight; and her skin was
still rosy from the aftermath of her climax. Haruka leaned
forward and gave her a gentle kiss.
Michiru ran her hand through her love’s short hair,
the stone on her wedding ring shimmering as it reflected the
soft light of the flames. "That was incredible, but it wore me
out."
Michiru nuzzled against Haruka’s shoulder when her
beautiful lover gathered her close. Michiru’s blue eyes
fluttered as she fought to stay awake.
"Get some sleep, sweetheart, " Haruka whispered to
her wife. As their heartbeats began to return to normal,
Haruka’s own eyes drifted shut.
"Haruka?"
"Hai," the blonde murmured drowsily.
"I always knew I loved your hands."
Author's notes: hope you liked it, I was...iredired.