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Taiga's eyes fluttered open to the first grey streaks of dawn seeping around the edges of the bedroom blinds. The world outside their cozy apartment was still quiet, a perfect, productive silence she loved to claim as her own. She took a slow, careful breath, feeling the warm, solid weight of Ryuuji's arm draped over her waist. His breathing was deep and even behind her, the peaceful rhythm of a man who could sleep through a thunderstorm.
Time to make my move.
She began the delicate operation she'd perfected over months. Shifting her weight incrementally, she inched toward the edge of the mattress, the sheets whispering as she moved. Taiga got one leg free, her bare foot finding the cool hardwood floor. Almost there. Just a little more...
A sleepy groan rumbled against her back. Ryuuji's arm, which had been lax, suddenly tightened, hauling her back into the furnace of his body. His nose nuzzled into the nape of her neck, his morning stubble a delicious scratch against her skin. "Mmmpfh... No." he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "Sun's not up. Rule."
"The sun is up, you heathen." Taiga whispered, a smile tugging at her lips even as she squirmed. "I have things to do. Let me go."
"Nope." He wrapped his other arm around her, trapping her completely against his chest. His hands splayed possessively over her stomach, his hips slotting perfectly against the curve of her ass. She could feel him, hard and insistent even through the thin cotton of his boxers and her panties. A hot, sudden pulse of desire thrummed low in her belly.
"Ryuuji, seriously." she protested, but it was weaker now. She tried to roll over to face him, to push against his chest, but he held fast. Her leverage was all wrong. Instead of freedom, her twist only managed to flip her onto her back, and he followed the motion, his body rolling with hers until she was pinned beneath him. He settled his weight between her thighs, his boxer-clad erection grinding right against the dampening silk of her panties.
"There." Ryuuji sighed, his voice clearer now, laced with sleepy satisfaction. He propped himself up on his forearms, looking down at her. His dark hair was adorably mussed, his eyes still heavy-lidded but full of a knowing warmth. "Now you can't run."
"I wasn't running." she breathed, her hands coming up to rest on his biceps. "I was... tactically retreating."
He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated through her. "Liar." He dipped his head, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep, sensual kiss. It was all soft lips and lazy exploration, the taste of sleep and mint from the toothpaste they'd shared the night before. Her resistance melted, her mouth opening under his, her tongue meeting his in a languid dance. One of his hands left her hip, his fingers lacing tightly with hers, intertwining their hands and pinning it gently beside her head. The gesture was so intimate, so connecting, it made her heart ache.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw to her throat. "You smell like morning," he murmured against her skin before placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there. Then another lower, on her collarbone. He nipped gently, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp and arch into him. Gentle biting. He was marking her, not with visible bruises yet, but with the promise of them.
"Ryuuji..." she sighed, her free hand sliding into his hair.
"Shh..." he soothed, his hips beginning to move. A slow, deliberate grind. The rough cotton of his boxers rubbed against the slippery silk covering her, creating a friction that was maddening and perfect. Dry humping. Taiga could feel the hard length of him seeking her heat through the barriers, and every pass sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her panties were soaked, she could feel the wetness spreading, a warm, slick secret between them.
"My pussy is so wet for you." Taiga confessed in a hushed ragged voice, the crude words feeling incredibly right in the hazy morning light.
A groan ripped from his throat. "I know." he breathed, releasing her hand to hook his thumbs into the sides of her panties. Ryuuji dragged them down her legs in one slow, torturous motion, followed by his own boxers. The cool air hit her heated flesh for a second before his body covered hers again, skin to skin now. The feel of his hot, hard cock pressing against her mound, sliding through her slick folds without entering her, was exquisite torture.
"Look at you." he whispered, his voice full of awe. Ryuuji reached between them, his fingers sliding through her wetness, gathering it, and then bringing them to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean, his eyes locked on hers. "So sweet. You taste like heaven, Taiga."
Body worship devotion.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. It was primal and deeply arousing, heavy squirt play already in the promise of her own essence.
Taiga was writhing now, need coiling tight. "Please...." she begged, beyond coherent thought.
"Such a good girl." he praised, his voice a low rumble of approval. Praise kink. The words lit her up from the inside, making her clit throb and her inner walls clutch at nothing. "My good, pretty girl. Tell me what you want."
"You. Inside. Now."
Ryuuji didn't need more invitation. Guiding himself with one hand, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in, slowly, relentlessly, stretching her, filling her. The wet, slick sound of her body accepting him was obscene and wonderful. He sank to the hilt with a choked-off moan, burying his face in her neck.
"Fuck," he gasped. "You feel... you're perfect."
Ryuuji began to move, establishing a deep, steady rhythm. Vanilla sex in its purest, most beautiful form. It was all connected gazes, shared breath, and the slow, perfect drag of his body in hers. He kept one hand intertwined with hers beside her head, their palms pressed together. The other roamed her body—cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple, skimming down her side to grip her hip, holding her steady for his thrusts.
The pressure built, a radiant heat spreading from her core. Taiga could feel her orgasm approaching, a tidal wave gathering force. Her breathing became ragged, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. "I'm close...." she whimpered.
"Come for me, baby." Ryuuji urged, his pace never faltering. "Let me feel you. Be my good girl and come on my cock."
The command, wrapped in praise, shattered her. Her back arched off the bed as the vaginal orgasm seized her. A series of intense, rhythmic muscular contractions clamped down around his length, milking him, pulling him deeper. Her vision whited out at the edges, a cry torn from her throat. As the peak hit, a hot gush of fluid released from her, squirting between their tightly pressed bodies, soaking the sheets beneath them with her release.
The sensation of her climax triggered his. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the root, his body locking as he came. Taiga felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release filling her, a second wave of heat mingling with her own.
Post-orgasm creampie continuation.
Ryuuji collapsed on top of her, his weight a welcome anchor, but quickly rolled to the side, keeping them joined. He pulled her tightly against him, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together, his softening cock still nestled inside her as their bodies trembled in the aftershocks.
They lay there, breaths slowing, hearts hammering against each other. The morning light was brighter now, painting gold stripes across their tangled legs.