Euphoria

Pleasure

The ride home was exceedingly quiet, but had this all knowing and lingering presence in the air. The words Hitoshi spoke earlier kept playing in your mind. Over and over like you'd frozen in that moment for eternity.

"Not until I'm allowed to please you."

It was practically the last thing you both said to each other before he led you back to the car after the ferris wheel. This time he was driving, which did you better considering your mind was elsewhere. You couldn't focus on anything but him and his mouth. How it would feel on you in places unseen.

Is that what he had been waiting for this whole time, he wanted me to feel good before himself?

Thoughts along those lines kept filing through your mind after each replay, which just made you want him even more. You tried to cool your nerves, your excitement, and your hands started to fidget. Luckily, it was not enough to go unnoticed to Hitoshi.

As you pulled into the driveway, you had been spaced out just as much as you were at the beginning of your drive. So you didn't exactly realize you were home until your boyfriend opened the door for you to get out of the car. He reached out his hand, you held onto it gladly.

As you walked inside everything felt completely different, as if you were moving in slow motion with the ability to be absurdly aware of your surroundings. You looked around and you finally realized that Hitoshi's parents weren't home, they wouldn't be for the rest of the night.

You'd forgotten about that entirely. You had privacy to spare as you were pulled into his room, twirled around and then let go. You faced the man who brought you in there to see he'd locked the door behind him.

He moved toward you, grasping your face softly, he planted a small kiss on the top of your head. Then he moved onto your cheek, then the other, your nose next, and finally your mouth. The kiss was gentle and tender, but not explicitly soft. You wrapped around his waist with one hand and grasped the back of his neck with the other. Deepening yourselves ever so slightly as he picked you up and moved you on to the bed.

You had been in this position multiple times before, but this time you knew it would lead somewhere further. It felt different, much more intimate, and you were ready. There was this unseen force inside of you that just knew you were, you wanted this.

He sweetly devoured your lips and bewitched your mind into mush as he steadily started to undress you. His hands were warm on inches of skin they skimmed as he did. You followed suit as if it were a back and forward game of strip poker.

Soon, both of you were only in your underwear while trying to keep a somewhat steady rhythm to your equally fervorous endeavor. That is until he started moving away from your lips, which were now slightly swollen and red. As the taste of his cherry chapstick left your tongue, you felt the nip of cool air when you finally inhaled fully. In only a second, you felt almost abandoned once his hot breath wasn't intertwined with yours anymore.

But his lips had other plans, instead his tongue started working hard at one spot near your collarbone to leave a bruising mark. As a small bruise started to form to his liking, he moved onto another one lower, until he ran into the left strap of your bra.

He stopped and looked up at you, just to see how red and flushed you were underneath him. He stared for a moment, taking in your form as heavy breaths came easily to you because of him.

"Can I?" His hand moved to the small of your back as he slid his fingers under the band of your brassiere.

Though a miniscule part of you was a apprehensive, the other 99% of your mind was screaming for him to do whatever he wanted with you. You knew he would never hurt you willingly, you knew he wanted to see you happy more than anyone else did. Your mind filled with that ecstasy, that near need for him.

So all you rambled out was a exasperated, "Please."

Your thoughts were all jumbled and speaking coherent sentences seemed nearly impossible. You looked him in the eye and pleaded for him to continue on with his actions.

"Okay, love. If you ever want to stop, just say so." He came back up to kiss you as he fiddled with the clasp on your back with one hand. Surprisingly, he very quickly unlatched them and slid the smaller garment off of your body.

You felt much more vulnerable with it off, but not entirely uncomfortable. Even if your body instinctively turned away from him, as if trying to cover yourself up. To which he started to unravel you, bit by bit, while leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your chest behind him. Between each one he continued to compliment you wholeheartedly in whispered praises.

The air was filled with breathy moans and admiration as he continued to play with your chest. Then he started to move again, leaving another constellation of kisses down to the band of your underwear.

He moved his gaze to yours once more to confirm that what he was doing was alright. To which you nodded like before and took your hand that was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck to pulled him back up to your lips.

You lifted your hips to help him as he slid the thin cloth off of you. You were completely naked now and very obviously turned on, yet that wasn't the focus of Hitoshi's attention.

Instead he was only focusing on the physical and psychological pleasure he could give to the one person he wanted to focus on at that moment...and the moment after that...and the seconds that turned into minutes after that.

His attention was completely fixed on your wellbeing.

As his hand made its way down your stomach and between your legs, as he played with you until you couldn't take it anymore, and as you finally found a release from the heat building in your core. He was simply taking in every reaction: every sound, every move, every grasp and scratch at his skin. He built every one of his actions on what you reacted positively towards.

As you came down from that aftershock, the boy on top of you was finally clear compared to your once blurred vision, and your breathing rossonated heavily, but less so than before. Your eyes met his as he rolled to your side, peckering lazy lips on you to fill his time.

"God...I love you, you know that?" You finally let out between slightly uneven breaths.

"I love you too. You were amazing." He kissed your forehead. His voice was gravelly and deep which you had expected to happen, yet it still took you by slight surprise.

"But, I didn't do anything," you looked down at his underwear after properly realizing that you didn't do anything. There was no lingering tent, just a small wet spot left. "I just played pillow princess, but apparently that was enough for you."

"Like I said, you are amazing, now let's get ourselves cleaned up. Are you okay to get up yet?" He asked as he walked around to your side of the bed, lending a hand to help you up.

"Yeah, but maybe next time that will change." You gave a sly grin with eyes saying everything they needed to insinuate. He laughed at the witty innuendo.

"Maybe." He threaded his hands around your sheet covered waist, giving a small peck on your ear before carrying you bridal style. He set you down in front of the bathroom door to do the rest of the work. When he left, you shut it behind him.

It left him in the bedroom to clean up the sheets and let him get changed into new underwear, as you used the restroom and got ready for bed in there. He knocked on the door to finish up his tasks in there as you went and waited in bed.

Nicely covered in new and clean undergarments, pj's, and sheets. A wave of exhaustion hit you and as Hitoshi made his way to bed as well, it was only a matter of time before you fell asleep. Comfortably laying in his arms, ones that you could almost feel radiating love off of them.

One of the last coherent thoughts you had before bed was asking yourself how you got so lucky... and why the hell Mina made such a good sex therapist?