Touch Me

She sighs, her eyes closed as I brush the tips of her nipples with my lips. Soft moans of joy escape her mouth as I trace her shoulders, her arms, then link my hand into hers. It feels… nice.

I carry on, kissing my way down her belly, savoring her salty taste as my tongue wets her skin each time. She is shuddering, her hands clasping mine, her grip varying as I keep kissing her.

Gently, I slip my hands from hers, and she seems unwilling to let me go… I pause, gazing up at her deep, blue eyes. Her flushed cheeks only add to her beauty, the soft red patches of skin giving her a warm, satisfying hue to the face. She stares at me, her mouth slightly open, willing me to go on as she finally lets go of my hands.

Smiling softly, I trace my hands down her breasts, her belly, then her thighs. With her flower hidden solely by her patch of pubic hair, I lean down to press my lips just slightly above the soft fur, then travel sideways, moving down ever so slowly.

My hands are always moving, sliding along the silky, perfect skin covering muscles honed by years of training. Not one ounce of fat is misplaced along her legs, long ago burned away by the battles that left scars, not on her body, but on her mind.

My hands move down her back, then behind her, and as I finally reach her clitoris with my probing lips, I let them rest on her buttocks. Awash as it is with the softly spreading fluids from her nether lips, it glistens in the bright moonlight shining on us. Proudly standing out from the soft flesh surrounding it, it begs me to keep caressing it with my mouth.

She moans in joy, resting her hands on my head, digging her fingers in my hair. I cherish the feeling, her strong hands against my scalp sending shivers down my spine. I push slightly against her palms, and she seems to grasp the meaning behind my gesture. She begins softly massaging my head, bunching my hair and letting it go, a rather interesting mixture of equal pleasure as well as pain, easily ignored over the sparks sent down my nervous system to my brain.

I intensify my actions, pressing my face fully into her crotch, my hands joining the fray of lips, claiming part of the beautiful red rose of Asuka’s sex. Her hands tighten around my hair as she hisses, my fingers slowly working their way inside her. Nearly no resistance proves her readiness for my next actions, and without hesitation I begin to work my slender fingers in and out of her.

She is moaning my name… I cannot help but feel the joy it brings to my heart as she utters that single, soft syllable. I do not know if it is the way she half-gasps it, or the forceful way she calls it when we are amongst our peers… it entrances me, that particular sound, in her particular voice.

I intensify my licking of her clitoris, sucking, rubbing, stroking with my tongue, lips, my teeth. Her legs are shaking, the trained muscles underneath it bunching up as her body burns the energy I seem to have infused her with.

My hand begins to move faster, the strong smell of Asuka’s juices seem to fill my entire world as it drips down my wrist. Hungrily, I dig my tongue deeper into her vulva, making her back arch as I penetrate her, again and again. Her legs spread, then wrap around my back as she rides the waves of pleasure. Her moans become squeals of joy, then slowly become louder, more intense…

She calls my name… again, it is strangely familiar to the way she utters that word in certain situations. I love every one of them, I know all her facets, her nuances, her accents and implications.. but it still mystifies me, every time, why I love to hear that voice, uttering that particular word.

Her hands grip arder in my hair, but loosens soon after as she realizes she may have gone too far. I do not mind. It adds to the sensations I have mingling in my own body. Pleasure, pain, lust… all the basic instincts are running wild… I do not care what I feel… just that I feel!

An I feel her vagina twitch, I feel her legs clamp over my back, I feel her entire body buck against my face. The scream she utters at the moment of release is joyous, full of satisfaction and happiness. She gasps, again and again as the wonderful sensation settles over her, releasing her last reserves of fluids into my mouth. Such flavor, such taste!

Her sweating body arches once, twice… then she collapses, spent of all her mighty energy she carries with her all day, every day. It seems to glow, the white light shining on her sparkling with fresh sweatdrops, some running down her sides, others pooling in the creases of her muscular belly.

I can feel her drift away now. She is tired. I smile, happy to have granted her the release she so desperately wants, so desperately needs. She untangles her legs from around me, sliding the strong claves along my cheeks as I finish devouring every last drop of her scented fluids. Then I slip up her body and nestle myself alongside of her. She murmurs softly, a happy smile on her face. The light radiating off her like off a sun, I gaze upon this sleeping angel.

Such irony. Angel. When I think about it, our battles come to mind. The battles we fought, in armor and steel, both mental and physical trials. I do not asosiate her with them, though. I think of the kinder, more benevolent creatures of legends, tales and children’s stories.

I fling the covers over our bodies, making sure to cover us both, when she reaches out for something. As I support myself over her, the edge of the bedsheet still in my hands, she wraps an arm around my waist.

It sends shivers up my spine. Every touch she gives me, I breaks down my defenses and floods me with warmth, happiness…

Those emotions are new to me, and I cherish them greatly every chance I get.

And that is why I stay that way, for nearly half an hour, just gazing down onto her sleeping face, the shockingly wonderful touch of her arm around me never leaving first place in my mind.

After a while though, my supportin arm ‘s protest gain the upper hand, and I succumb to it’s tired pleas and settle down next to her.

Tomorrow she will reprimand me. As she often does. But I do not mind. She says the exact same words, every time, always in exactly the same manner.

Sex is supposed to be mutual, idiot! You should really grow a spine, Rei!

I smile. No matter how she says that one, single syllable, it always, always, makes me thank her for being with me, on this world, this way. Sometimes I wonder if it all could have turned out another way, but…

Then I look at her, and I feel.

I may be an Angel…

…But I make love to a Goddess

Short, sweet and to the point.

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Henryjamesthefifth