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<Kenshin
It is almost morning.
Their bedroom was quiet and peaceful and perfect and the dawn was just tinting the room enough to reveal the peaceful features of Kaoru's sleeping face. Even his sleeping body had been aware of her presence, and Kenshin had awoken in a familiar but uncomfortable state of arousal. Now several weeks after their marriage, and he nearly thirty years old, yet he desired her like an adolescent with his first woman.
I should go complete my kata.
Everyday, every time, she was as lively and vibrant in his bed as she was in every other aspect of her life, completely unlike anything he'd ever known. Kenshin was addicted. It didn't seem to matter that he'd had her dozens of times, he wanted her again, now, always.
A little clump of hair had come loose from her braid and was stuck to her parted lips, fluttering with each even exhale. Kenshin watched it in fascination.
In and out, the little hair moved.
I could at least start the kitchen fire.
At almost eighteen, her cheeks were still a little plump, the curve still full and smooth, something he knew irritated her. Baby fat, she called it with disgust. He internally cringed when she said that, feeling like a lecherous old man. He'd been younger than she when he had joined the Ishin shishi, though, and there was no denying that she was a woman grown.
If I get up right now, I can still get something productive done before Yahiko arrives.
Her closed lashes made a sooty smudge on those sweet cheeks. She wished they were longer, he knew, but he thought they were perfect, short but oh so thick and when she was awake they framed her happy eyes like artwork.
…
It's morning.
Kaoru's face scrunched a little, still asleep, and she rolled onto her back, stretching her lovely body as a soft hum escaped her. The snap of Kenshin's restraint in the quiet space should have been audible.
We can have leftovers for breakfast, that we can.
His sleeping yukata was off in record time, and tossed carelessly into a corner. He levered himself over her body, hovering a hair's breadth away without touching the woman under him. His fingers ghosted over her dear face, tracing features he had just been admiring. He had barely touched her, but he was already panting.
Her eyes stayed closed as he kissed her sleeping mouth, so carefully, just a gentle glide. He licked his lips and repeated the caress, over and over, little sips. A hundred tiny kisses, and not enough. His hand traced her graceful neck, smoothed over finely turned collar bones, pushing aside her robe as he went, her skin like silk under his hand.
... as if she was made for me.
Her breast was the perfect size for his hand, just a little over a handful as she slept on her back. It only took a moment of stimulation and her small (pert, saucy, delicious) nipple peaked under his touch. Even asleep, Kaoru was the most responsive woman he had ever experienced. The lure of her body was enough to pull him from her mouth and he closed his lips around his new treat.
...oh...
Violet eyes never left her face as he licked and sucked and nibbled, and oh, she tasted so good. Like jasmine, and salt, and sex, and she still smelled a little like him from last night. The texture of her peak on his tongue felt good, her breast soft.
She smiled in her sleep, his attentions invading her dreams. Her hand raised into his hair, impacting his head with a lazy thump , and Kenshin smiled around his mouthful.
Homeless now, his right hand wandered across her ribs, worshiped the knob of her hipbone. His thumb found her sex, and there. He circled her center with the pressure he knew she liked, and switched his attention to her neglected breast leaving its twin abandoned and damp and cool from his loving. Her breathing was getting unsteady, now, as she resisted waking, her eyes twitching under closed lids.
He sat up on his knees between her spread legs and watched her sleeping body respond to his hand. His thumb pressed more firmly now, circled more quickly. Kenshin's breathing was harsh in the liquid gloom of the room, the only sound in the cocoon of silence. She lay before him like a feast, sleeping robe completely open at the chest with the tips of her breasts shining from his saliva, her toned thighs on either side of his kneeling form, sex spread and shining around his hand.
Almost unconsciously, he raised his left hand and tested her readiness. oh... His fingers glided into her without resistance. oh... His shaking fingers untied her knotted sash and opened the robe completely to the sides.
He should feel like a predator, he knew, doing these things to her unconscious body, but it was more than that. It as though he worshiped at an altar. Violet eyes darkened to almost black.
He braced his hand by her sleeping face, and gripped his own sex with the other. Carefully, so carefully, he guided himself into her, gliding home as her body welcomed him with an unspeakably pleasurable wet slide. He paused there, head bowed, and swallowed convulsively. He watched her face carefully and begin a slow roll of his hips. Over and over, small shallow movements meant to tease.
...wake up now, Kaoru...
Her eyes were fluttering more quickly now, her breathing deep and rapid, and it there was, her blue eyes opened, bleary and unfocused.
“Wha..? Kenshin?”
He smiled, and kissed her, his free hand gliding up her calf to bend her knee upwards. And she was kissing him back now, slow and uncoordinated with sleep. And now her fingers were in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. And now her hips were meeting him in long deep strokes. And now her sweet raspy voice was moaning and catching and gasping.
He watched in fascination as drops of his own sweat rolled from his nose to land on her chest. And he grinned as she laughed joyously, tracing his face with her sweet hands.
“Good morning, Kenshin,” she whispered against the stillness.
“Mmm,” he agreed.
“When did all this start?”
“...it's morning,” he gasped.
And now her smile was a siren's smile, and her fingers in his hair gave a firm tug. For long moments she relaxed back onto the bed and admired the view of her husband laboring over her. His abdominal muscles flexed rhythmically, his head tilted back, red hair damp and clinging to his flushed chest and arms.
He felt a little desperate now and he gripped her hips tightly in both hands, lifting her pelvis up just right, and the silence was a thing of the past, the room now ringing with gasps and the wet slap of flesh on flesh.
Kaoru didn't seem to know what to do with her hands anymore, eagerly stroking his belly, then griping the sheets, now squeezing her own breasts.
“Here,” Kenshin said, and guided her hands to her own sex. “Come with me.”
“Yes,” she moaned, clever fingers working fast. “Yes, Kenshin, come on, cum.”
And he looked at his wife, flushed and sweating, black hair wild beneath her, touching herself with thighs spread wide, asking him to fill her and his balls were so tight and she felt so good and he couldn't seem to get a deep enough breath and her thighs were so tense and Ah, she's cuming and his world went white, hips jerking convulsively as the pleasure seemed to go on and on.
Afterward, the silence in the now bright room seemed almost humorous. He lay next to her, both of them dragging in precious air in big gulps and smiling like fools.
“So, it's a good morning, then?” She teased, stoking his hand as it lay between them.
“...yeah,” he agreed, and kissed her forehead. “Yeah, 's a good day.”
Leftovers for breakfast had never tasted so good. Yahiko didn't end up joining them for the meal after all, taking one look at their still flushed and overly happy faces and completing an about face to the training hall.
“Man, you guys are gross! I'm gonna go warm up.”
Kaoru looked offended. “Mou, he's so rude! “ She tossed her hair. “I'll get him anyway; we're doing grappling exercises this morning.” Kenshin wondered if it was a sign of mental illness that her predatory grin was arousing instead of disturbing.
Ah, well, the dishes wouldn't wash themselves. He stood, and began his chores.
Washing dishes and doing laundry weren't exactly mentally stimulating but Kenshin managed to retain some semblance of serenity until it was time to start the fire for the bath. The training hall echoed with thuds and grunts and yelps and it was violence, it was the opposite of sexual but Kenshin's unoccupied mind began to turn Kaoru-in-training noises into something else entirely as he worked. By the time the fire in for the bath house was stoked, another fire entirely was roaring and Kenshin's cock was full and heavy and demanding attention. Twice, he had caught himself absently stroking his groin through his hakama and his eyes were dark as they followed Kaoru across the yard.