Clean Dirt

I pour a buck of steaming water over my head rinsing the soap from my hair, and enjoy the slid of it over the soft flesh of my body. I don’t want to leave the caressing warmth of the hot spring but it is inevitable that I must. I stay low in the water until I come to the bank to saver the heat a little longer before stepping into the chill of the spring night air. My nipples stiffen at the sudden temperature change, and I reach for my towel to dry off but it is you I find.

I gasp in surprise as you pull me to you, your wicked smile promising delights yet undreamt of. You bend down running your lips over mine.

“I’m wet.” I say my half-hearted protest meaning nothing as I sink into your arms.

“Not enough.” You wispier as you take one harden nipple into your mouth. The cool air is forgotten as you suck on me, sending heat shooting like arrows through my system. I arch my back to give you better access. I run my hand through your hair, over your neck, and in to the opening of you robes.

Your skin is warm under my hand, but I want more. I find the knot that you’re your clothes on and release it so that the material falls to the ground. My hand finds you; you are already hard and jump against my palm when I start to slowly stroke you. You never look up from my breasts as your hand cups the most sensitive part of my body.

“You’re so smooth,” You push one figure into my most secret part. “so wet.”

“Yes, oh yes.” Lights explode behind my eyes, and I know that I am lost. I am yours, totally and completely. Our bodies moved together like a dance to some long ago melody.
I cry out as my climax rockets through my system. I can’t think as my body grains against your hand. Even now I want more, need more. “Please. Please.”

“Please what?” You ask biting the juncture of my neck and shoulder firmly enough to send waves of pleasure down my spine.

I push you back so that I can look at your beloved face. “Please take me.”

You smile wickedly and pull me from the edge of the spring into the shadows of the nearby trees. Once there I see you have laid out a thin blanket on the grass, knowing I would come and this would happen. I smile at the irony of it but I lie down and hold my hands out for you to join me. You shake your head, but you kneel between my legs, pulling my knees up so that my legs rest on either side of your hips.

“I will have my way with you first.”

Your eyes shone with pure masculine dominance, but I didn’t feel the usual need to fight back. With you I didn’t need to be strong. Here at lease, I could give up control. With you I could submit, for you I would give in, and not feel weak or ashamed. With you there would never be shame for me, this was meant to be. I look up at you locking my gaze with yours. I nod, and relax against the soft makeshift bed.

You nod as well, complete understanding passes between us. Then with deliberately slow movements you take my breasts in to your hands. The ever present prayer beads on your right hand stimulating me in strange, but wonderful ways. You lean down and suck one hardened tip into your mouth. You run your tongue around it, teasing it, biting ever so gently until I can’t help but cry out once more.

With the care of someone learning to see with his hands you work your way down my body. I lift my hips your hands slide under me to cup the soft roundness of my backside. Your mouth too makes its way lower, and you kiss my inner thigh, just inches away from the center of my desire. You kiss and lick me just on the edges, getting close but never taking the final step. Drawing each movement out until the pleasure of your touch becomes an agony.

I beg you to take me, to touch me in the place that only you can satisfy. You smile wickedly as you do as I ask. Your figures find me, plunging deep into my center, and you feel how badly I want you as my inner muscles contract around you. Your movements controlled, slow and deep. For a moment it is only your hand, the cadence of your movements slowly building. I lift my hips to try and get more of you, and I feel myself starting to reach my peek, but you pull back.

“Not yet.”

I whimpered as I bite my lip trying to hold on to the world as it flies by in fast colorful swirls. You lay down between my legs, pulling them over your shoulders as once more you kiss me. This time however you do not hold back, your tongue plunges inside me, tasting my desire. Then you move it to work slow almost lazy circles around my clit.

“Now,” you say against me, “let go now.”

I do as you say unable to hold on any longer. I let my release burst through me, as you take me in your mouth sucking down hard. I arch up even as my hands fist in your hair to hold you there, as my second climax roars like a living flame inside me.

You keep sucking on me, your tongue working as you drink me up. You keep my climax going, and as the world around me explodes in a shower of brilliant lights, I cry out for you. But you haven’t finished, with skill born from the gods; you are slip your fingers inside me as you keep suckling, pushing me to new heights.

“Please God Miroku, please.”

“Tell me what you want beautiful Sango.” You demand.

“You, I want you inside of me.” It was a mindless chat as my hips lift trying to deepen the touch.

You pulled back and I cried out wordlessly as your warmth leaves. But you do not leave me for long, as you adjust yourself so that you held yourself above me. I look down the length of you and see you clearly even in the shadows of the night. You’re large, hard, and ready, a drop of moisture on the very tip of you evidence of the pleasure you have already found with my body. You move so that you brush along my slick surface.

I whimper and reach out to pull you to me. With a powerful stroke you fit yourself deep inside my wet opening as if you had been made for this one purpose. You fill me as no other man ever has, or ever will. When you retreat I quiver with the loss only to be filled again as you push into me.

Each stroke comes faster, harder, and deeper then the last. Your hands grip the blanket on either side of my head as your softly spoken words encourage me to meet you as you drive into me. I move my hips upward, making the connection deepen even more. You look down our bodies watching as we slip together, becoming one as you fill my body’s welcoming haven.

Your eyes darken as pleasure drives you further, demanding you to conquer and rule. Your arms shake as the rhythm increases and you fall over me, wrapping me closer to you, pressing my breast against the hard muscles of your chest. I wrap my legs around your waist pulling you deeper as you continue to trust into me. I go over the edge of passion for a third time as I feel you stiffen with your own climax. As you pour yourself into me, my body tightens around you, and you scream out my name, emptying still more of yourself inside me.

We lay as we are for many heartbeats holding on to each other as if we two where the last tangible thing on the planet. When finally we can move again you roll us to our sides, still connected it the most intimate of ways. The heat of our lovemaking burning warm, keeping the chill of the air at bay for a little while longer. You hold me, and stroke my hair.

“I am going to need another bath.”

You chuckle and kiss me lovingly, your hand rubbing my backside. “Later, sleep now, I will wake you up.”

“Hentai.” I whisper, I can’t help the smile as I snuggle my body closer to yours. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, comfortable and safe in your arms.