To Dream or Not to Dream - Hidden

Laid Bare *1

Moved from the main story to keep its rating.

There is mature content.  18+ only. ⚠️ warning

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As her hands gripped the hem of his shirt and began to move the material up his body and over his head, Yuzuru wasn't sure if he ever felt more alive. When her lips trailed across the skin that no one had ever attempted to path before, all he could do was grasp the silken skin of her body, trying to anchor himself to some sense of reality.

His efforts were entirely useless, a moan pulled from his lips when her hips started to move rhythmically on top of his. His hands grasped them in a feeble attempt to momentarily still their motion, to gain some semblance of control.

She looked at him, worried, yet breathless. "Is this okay?"

Over the past few weeks they had kissed. They had made out. The contours of their bodies had been very clearly defined by their wandering hands, but this was quickly becoming uncharted territory.

Pressing his lips against hers once more, he answered without words.The kiss was urgent, exploring, and extremely clumsy. The rising tension only broke when their teeth met in a playful collision, eliciting giggles, ones that were tenderly hushed with each other's mouths.

Yuzuru had always imagined that he would feel insecure in this situation. But now that he was here, with her, his insecurity was dwarfed by the urge to put his lips on every inch of skin she would let him. He was nervous, that was for sure, but when her hands lifted her thick, hooded sweatshirt above her head exposing her bare breasts, he struggled more with keeping his hands to himself than of nerves.

And Isabella, she didn't mind guiding him. She grasped his hands, placing them below the swell of her breasts.

"You can touch me," her voice was gentle.

Yuzuru didn't need any further prompting before his fingers were noting every detail of her as if he was a blind man learning braille.  And like many things in his life, he was a fast learner.  He sought nothing more than to understand how each of his actions provoked a response.

He could feel her body shudder as his hands glided along the smooth expanse of her back, before his fingers slipped below the hem of her pajama pants. Gripping her hips firmly, he assisted them as they rocked back and forth on his.

For a moment he was so overcome by the pleasure of her body grinding against the most sensitive part of his, all he could do was squeeze his eyes tightly, a moan escaping his parted lips.

And then he needed more.

"Do you want to go into my bedroom?" Isabella questioned, her eyes shifting to the door Yuzuru had rarely walked through, even in all of his time here.

This question clearly meant more than just a physical relocation.  He may have been inexperienced, but he was no fool.  He knew what she was asking, and she wanted to make sure he was comfortable with proceeding.

"Yes," he answered, before taking her mouth in his again.

Not breaking the kiss, he stood up off the couch, carrying her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Within moments they were in her bedroom and he was laying her down beneath him. 

At the sight in front of him, he stilled, breath catching in his throat.

Beneath him, pink cheeked and panting, she was stunningly beautiful.  Hair splayed around her like a halo and her scent all around him, his senses were overwhelmed.