Feels Like the First Time

Chapter 32 - Euphoria

CW: Smuuuuuuut 

Takashi smiled at me softly as he slid into the driver's seat. Honey and Reiko snuggled slightly in the back, seemingly both ready for a nap while Takashi drove us all home. At his insistence, I'd plugged my phone in to play one of my custom playlists for happy, chilled out tunes. I nibbled the inside of my cheek for a moment as I worried that Takashi would complain at my music taste.

"Tell me to change it if you don't like a song, I won't be offended." I whispered to him, gently placing my hand on his leg closest to me. He nodded with a gentle 'hmm' but gave no more response. The first few songs passed without comment and I began to relax into the soft leather, my hand still resting on his leg. I couldn't help but grin at the song my phone randomly shuffled to, although I quickly leaned forward to change it to something more appropriate.

"I like this song," Takashi mumbled, giving my hand a light squeeze.

"You know it? And you like it?" I froze, completely shocked at his admission. He simply smiled and nodded. With a deep breath and a fluttering stomach, I leaned back again, beginning to quietly sing along to the song. He squeezed my hand again and stunned me once more by quietly singing the next line, although an octave deeper.

"Take my hands now, you are the cause of my euphoria."

His hand stayed on mine and his eyes stayed fixed on the road but I could almost feel him release a nervous breath. When my mind began to work again, I just grinned and went back to singing along. We would catch each other's eyes and grin, I would gently squeeze at his leg and he would place a light touch to my hand or my own leg as we drove back into the city.

* * *

The traffic had been heavy, the sun already setting when we pulled up to Honey's house. Takashi carefully woke Honey first who immediately glared at Takashi but softened at the sight of his wife still peacefully asleep.

"I'll wake her up, Takashi." Honey nodded with a sleepy smile. Takashi slipped out of the car to move their luggage into the house. "Rei, Rei, we're home. Time to wake up, sleepy bat."

I bit my lip, keeping my face fixed away from them and trying to breathe through the bubble of a giggle that threatened. I could hear a firm grumble which softened with some more horrifically cute coercion from Honey. By the time Takashi was getting back in the car, Honey had managed to persuade Reiko out of the car and they were shuffling up the path to the open door. I waved, although neither looked back at us, far too sleepy and preoccupied with each other. Takashi's hand pressed down firm on my upper thigh, my eyes snapped to his.

"I haven't forgotten that you owe me a prize. Your home or mine?"

"Which is closer?"

* * *

My hips were already twitching uncomfortably against the leather before he'd even pulled into his driveway. Takashi shot out of the car, opening the boot quickly before yanking open my door. I giggled as he fumbled with my belt before he threw me over his shoulder. In a blink, we were inside, his smell even stronger. I was upright again, my breasts pressed to the hallway wall with one hand while his other flipped up my skirt.

I could feel his groan of appreciation at my lack of underwear and I giggled again. His hands left me and I heard the sharp sound of a zip, the wrinkle of foil. My stomach swooped in anticipation, back arching and hips wiggling excitedly. His hands found my hips, thumbs caressing over the bare skin before hooking into the crease where my thighs met and spreading me.

A yelp of surprise and delight caught in my throat when his tongue swept against my core. He pressed against my entrance, pulled back to circle the sensitive hole, then flicked forward to curl against my nub. My hips twitched against him as he repeated the pattern, tongue speeding up only to slow down again in a cycle of sweet torture, until he had me panting his name.

The edge was washing over me when he stood quickly. His firm grip on my hips tilted me before his cock slid deep into me on a shaky sigh. I hissed in a breath at the sudden intrusion but found I was growing to love the feeling of him stretching my walls around him.

He set a slow pace, the sounds soon becoming wet and gloriously obscene. My good hand reached back to wrap around his neck. Takashi hummed as he traced the arch of my ribs, lightly cupped my breast then curled around my throat. Although his hand was gentle, I quivered at his touch.

"Don't – ah, don't squeeze too hard but, fuck, I like your hand there, Takashi." I managed to stammer out, using his hand as leverage to arch even further. He groaned, the sound tight as his hips sped up, the angle keeping his thrusts sharp but deliciously deep. The thumb under my jaw trailed up to caress against my lips and I eagerly sucked it into my mouth, cooing in delight as Takashi's hips gave a particularly harsh thrust in response.

"I missed you – hah – so much. Never – never letting go again." His words were so deep and quiet, purred against the shell of my ear, only for me. I squeezed around him, rocking my hips back to meet his as much as I could to show my appreciation. "One day – one day I will – will claim all of you. Will you wait?" I nodded frantically, unable to respond verbally but swirled my tongue around the pad of his thumb. "Good girl."

The praise washed over me, back bowing under it as I melted further into his touch. I couldn't wait to ask him what he meant, but that would do for a time when I could speak. Or maybe not; the thought of him telling me his wildest fantasies while he thrust his length deep into my throat was brain melting.

"You like that?" His voice lilted slightly and I imagined a self-satisfied smirking flashing across his painfully perfect face. Again, I nodded, my breath starting to get heavy. "Me too," He huffed, playfully swatting my ass before grasping a handful of the flesh. "You're beautiful – wonderful – delicious - " He trailed off, choosing to slide his hand from my ass to quickly flick against my clit.

My body seemed to vibrate out of control in time with his almost painful flicks, my good hand flying to sink my nails into his forearm near my face and a scream whistling through my lips and around his thumb. I barely heard him growl a short exclamation as he kept his pace steady to ride me through the orgasm. The tension was sapped out of me and my head tipped forward to press against the cool wall, jaw hanging open with his thumb still hooked over my teeth.

"Perfect," he hummed as his hand traced the edge of my sensitive nub. His grip on my throat shifted and tightened slightly and I could feel my walls quiver around him. He pressed me further against the wall, only my waist down not flush against it, and his hand around my throat slid down to grip at my hips. "Next time I'll see your face – ah – but for now, I love watching you bounce." He gripped one of my cheeks fiercely and I couldn't help the needy keen of his name from leaving my lips. Takashi's thrusts sped up, still shallow but carving against my front wall on each pass. The pressure was delicious and combined with the strokes of his hand my mouth and mind had become loose.

"Please, Taka – ah, Taka, right there, please." He huffed against my ear at my begging, his thrusts starting to get sloppy and his hand flicked against me harshly.

"Tell me, tell me you want me to – to claim you." His breath along my neck sent a shiver through me but his words had heat flaring through me.

"Please, Takashi, fuck – claim me! Anything, anything! I'm yours - " My needy pleading trailing off on a heavy whine as his grip tightened on my hips and his hand sped up even more against me.

The tension was a vice around me, my entire body twitching uncontrollably with each stab of sensation. It was so much, almost too much and I had no idea how I would ever leave this fantastic prison of feeling.

"Yes," He hissed, his voice sounding as tight as I felt. "Cum for me, now, please, my love. I need to feel you cum for me." His words were rushed and it took me what felt like a year to understand them.

My brain clicked. Aching pleasure zapped through me on wave after wave of spasms. Eyes white, breath keening, all I could really know was the sound of him groaning in pleasure as he twitched deep inside me.

When I felt him carefully pull out of me, I couldn't help the wobble that took over my legs. With a grin, he lifted me into his arms and carefully walked me to the sofa. The cushion under me willingly gave way, my body flopping to take up most of the space.

I could hear Takashi shuffling around the downstairs bathroom, still panting and I felt my face split in a wide grin.