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Ibarra Ending

AN: Edited to be readable lol who let me write something so awful

Ibarra kisses you. You kiss back. It's the best kiss of his life. As you're kissing, Ibarra stands, his arms around you. He still must bend down to keep his lips to yours, even after you grew. You'd never catch up to him. Your arms are around him; you continue kissing. When you break apart, it was easy to gaze at him. "Wow," you mumbled quietly. "That was fantastic, wasn't it?"

"Oh, the best," Ibarra nods at you. "I'll never get sick of it." You kiss again, and it may be even better than the last time.

It doesn't matter where you are; by a bench at a bus stop, at a store, during a gala, home alone. Ibarra always lifts your off your feet and deeply kisses you. This time, you were on the couch together. You put a knee on either side of him and sit in his lap as you both continue kissing. You suddenly stop and Ibarra kisses around your face while you kiss around his. Then your lips are together again. You move your bottom a little so Ibarra knows you can feel his erection. If you were naked you could just sit on him and take it up into you in this position; but you're dressed. Unfortunately.

You look at him and grin, "I guess you like this," you say, rubbing your bottom against his hard cock again.

"I definitely do," Ibarra tells you.

"I do, too," you say, "but you probably can't tell as easy as I can tell about you. I better get ready, though. There's no use teasing each other."

You both have to go to the gala. It's formal attire only, but you're both used to being dressed to the absolute nines. Your traditional kimono adorns your body, while Ibarra has on a suit and tie. When you arrive, Ibarra immediately takes you to dance and although it took some getting used to the size difference in the beginning, nowadays you effortlessly glide across the room.

You talk about a lot of things during this time. You even ask, "Are you sure you want to marry me? The difference in our sizes creates some problems. And your... other size may create even bigger problems if we go on with this." It's a joke, and Ibarra laughs and answers honestly.

"Well, I'm happy to know you've thought about sex. I'm no expert but from what I've read, size is a surmountable problem." He purrs in your ear, "So, it might take some cooperation on both parts but I'm sure it can happen."

You sort of giggle, leaning your head down into his chest. "I didn't really mean that," you say, "but I'm sure you're right." Then you stretch your neck to look up at him and kiss.

Ibarra does the best he can, leaning your way so you both can kiss and hold on to one another. Soon enough though, the barrier from a very light peck to something more is crossed and he escorts you from the room. The kisses are as good as before; still perhaps even better. Once you have relocated to an empty room, Ibarra kisses down onto your bare shoulders. After a lot of ministration, Ibarra gets bold enough to kiss down onto the tops of your breasts that show above the kimono now that he's pushed the shoulders off. That seems to excite both of you, and the kisses become a little wetter, your tongues battling each other.

He really doesn't want to do wrong with you but his experience with women has involved emotionless sex and that was it. So, Ibarra does something new. While you're kissing, Ibarra unties the obi of your kimono and then kisses down onto your breasts, pushing the kimono top down further. He's happy to see that you do not have on a bra. Your beautiful, full breasts are out and he's licking one nipple and playing with the other one. You're breaths are heavy with little moans while your hands are mussing up his hair. But you aren't stopping him. After a short while you tug on his hair and Ibarra lifts his face for further service upon your lips, while keeping his hands busy on your breasts.

You let him go on for a few minutes, then says, "So, what do we do now? Take off our clothes?" Your eyes were glazed over. Ibarra's face was red with passion and some embarrassment.

"We could act sexy and slowly take off each other's clothes but if you feel that way, yeah, I think we should get naked and get at it." He laughs with a breathy sound.

You laugh at Ibarra's bluntness. It was something you adored about him.

As you both disrobe; Ibarra sees that your body is even better than he remembers. He had seen you before, but naked, your breasts look even more full and your stomach even more soft. Your legs are gorgeous and now that he can see it better, your ass is absolute perfection. Your pubic hair is full, similar to his own. "You're even more beautiful naked, YN," Ibarra tells you as he scoops you up in his arms and pushes to you the wall.

You hold each other and kiss. Ibarra begin kissing all over your body. your shoulders, your back, your luscious ass, your legs. You're amazed at the strength he has to complete these tasks. He kisses your lips again and then goes back down onto your breasts. He fondles them and plays with your nipples and then get his mouth to one as he tweaks the other with his fingers. He finally decides to make his move. He slides his free hand down to your folds and just holds it for a minute as he licks and sucks on your breast. Ibarra slowly pushes a finger into you. And then further into you. You're already self-lubricated, so it slides in easy. He shifts his wrist around so that his palm is on your clit. He slides his finger out and up a little to massage your clit more, then back down into you. Your voice is moaning, hips are jumping a little and you catch your breath over and over as he reaches new places.

He leaves your breast and kiss down your stomach and move to get down between your legs. Ibarra take your legs and pushes them apart. You're a blushing mess as he places his lips at your own, gets his fingers on either side of your labia to pull you open and then pushes his tongue into you. You moan deliciously and your body jumps. Ibarra can feel your pushing out some fluid and becoming even more lubricated. It's a relatively small orgasm but he's glad he's managing to give you what you wants; what you deserve.

Your hands are in his hair, caressing his head, not pulling him away or pressing him in, just letting him know you like this. Ibarra shoves his tongue as far into your vagina as he can and then licks up and down the outside parts once again, touching your clit with his tongue. Ibarra really wants to fuck you in the worst way but instead, he does everything with his tongue that he can think of before sliding it back up and using it on your clit again. Soon, you're in full orgasm, nearly screaming as your legs quake, closing on his head and then opening again. Your hands are pulling him as tight into your pussy as possible. He pulls his head back and looks up at you; your eyes are closed in pure ecstasy. He stands up and to get his cock to you. You still have your legs open open against the wall. His very erect cock presses against your body and pushes with his hips. He can feel it moving into your lips so he pushes a little further. It's like pushing against something solid. It gives some as you breathe out and Ibarra moves in further. He pushes more and can feel your lips a little further back on his cock; your insides pressing around the head, squeezing it, holding it tight. He's almost completely inside you as he pulls back and pushes in again. This is where the fun and fucking start "Oh!" you moan. "I love this." You put your legs around his waist. "I love this!"

As your insides clamp even tighter and you make a face of ecstasy, Ibarra looks at you and whimpers. He's literally exploding beneath you. You both collapse to the floor but you look up and grin tiredly. "I'm going to be sore," you say. "Do you think anyone heard?... Can we do it again?"

"Depends on you," Ibarra says with a smirk.