Lesson Learned?
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Lesson Learned?
"San – go –" he choked on her name, lost in a giddy haze induced by the slick warmth of her mouth, her tongue, against his more than eager flesh. "Don't stop –"
He wasn't sure if he'd actually said any of that aloud, but Sango abruptly ceased her ministrations and looked up at him. Anger and lust together smoldered in the depths of her eyes. And she just stared at him.
He squirmed uncomfortably. He wanted desperately for her to untie him and put her mouth back where he needed it, not necessarily in that order. What had begun as sweet torture was fast becoming an ache. He was so close –
He nearly choked again, unable to find the words to express his need.
Sango smiled. "Something the matter, monk?"
That made him angry. Monk. They were past that. Grimacing as she trailed a lazy, almost disinterested finger along the full length of his arousal, he managed, "Perhaps you ought to finish what you started." It sounded pathetic, even to him.
Her smile did not fade, but grew colder. "That's a lesson you would do well to learn, monk." Seeing his confusion, she elaborated: "Finish what you start or keep your damn hands to yourself."
He mentally flashed back over the past two days, when they were traveling alone – his hands cupping her breasts, sliding down across her waist and hips, fondling reverently between her legs.
He couldn't keep from grinning at the memory – and earned himself a slap.
And then Sango was kissing him fiercely, heating his blood all over again. He squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself in the sensation of her. His member twitched against her hand, which closed around him and gave a few languorous strokes.
She pulled away slowly, leaving him breathless. "Think about it." Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered. He sagged against the tree she'd tied him to, glad for the first time of the ropes binding his hands to the branch above – now the only thing keeping him on his feet.
Pulling back further, she trailed her hands down his chest, slowly withdrawing as she went. He trembled in anticipation of her touch; it never came.
His eyes shot open. She was already gone.
She'd left him there, naked, unbearably aroused, and tied to a tree.
Loosing a string of rather colorful curses, he set to work on the knots.
He wasn't sure if he'd actually said any of that aloud, but Sango abruptly ceased her ministrations and looked up at him. Anger and lust together smoldered in the depths of her eyes. And she just stared at him.
He squirmed uncomfortably. He wanted desperately for her to untie him and put her mouth back where he needed it, not necessarily in that order. What had begun as sweet torture was fast becoming an ache. He was so close –
He nearly choked again, unable to find the words to express his need.
Sango smiled. "Something the matter, monk?"
That made him angry. Monk. They were past that. Grimacing as she trailed a lazy, almost disinterested finger along the full length of his arousal, he managed, "Perhaps you ought to finish what you started." It sounded pathetic, even to him.
Her smile did not fade, but grew colder. "That's a lesson you would do well to learn, monk." Seeing his confusion, she elaborated: "Finish what you start or keep your damn hands to yourself."
He mentally flashed back over the past two days, when they were traveling alone – his hands cupping her breasts, sliding down across her waist and hips, fondling reverently between her legs.
He couldn't keep from grinning at the memory – and earned himself a slap.
And then Sango was kissing him fiercely, heating his blood all over again. He squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself in the sensation of her. His member twitched against her hand, which closed around him and gave a few languorous strokes.
She pulled away slowly, leaving him breathless. "Think about it." Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered. He sagged against the tree she'd tied him to, glad for the first time of the ropes binding his hands to the branch above – now the only thing keeping him on his feet.
Pulling back further, she trailed her hands down his chest, slowly withdrawing as she went. He trembled in anticipation of her touch; it never came.
His eyes shot open. She was already gone.
She'd left him there, naked, unbearably aroused, and tied to a tree.
Loosing a string of rather colorful curses, he set to work on the knots.