What Men Want - Chapter 4

A night of magic

The apartment was immersed in shadows. Not a sound could be heard. Not the tic-toc of a clock, not the light breeze rustling the leaves outside the window...Not a floorboard squeaked. Silence reigned supreme.

The silvery light of the moon spilled through the window, between the flimsy white drapes, falling on the bed, caressing the ivory skin of the peacefully-sleeping woman.

She wore only a white silk nightgown she hadn’t even known she possessed, until she found a gift-package from her best friend in the back of her wardrobe. It has molded perfectly to the contours of her shapely body, caressing her skin like cool, smooth lover’s fingers, flowing over the curves and hollows of her figure. As she was observing herself in the mirror, before going to bed, she couldn’t help but be pleased with how she looked. The nightgown seemed to be made for her, from the spaghetti strapped bodice to the hem, reaching just below her buttocks. And how it rustled slightly whenever she moved...

She didn’t know why she put it on that night. It was just an ordinary night, like all the nights before. But she decided to wear it anyway as if she was expecting something extraordinary to happen, something unexpected, exciting...

Erotic.

She moved slightly under the sheet, arching her back with a sigh.

The moonlight caressed her eyelids and dark lashes, resting like butterfly wings on her high cheekbones. The liquid silver gently kissed the slight pout of her full lips, traveled down her neck and shoulders...It slithered over her breasts encased in sweet, cool silk, down her body, perfectly contoured by the clinging nightgown and delicate sheet...The silvery ray fell off the bed, slowly creeping across the floorboards until it hit the door, then up again, halting at the doorknob...

Illuminating it as it started slowly, leisurely turning.

A dark silhouette slipped inside the bedroom, softly closing the door. Leaning against the wooden surface, he watched her through the dimness of the room, his lips curved into a pleased smile, his eyes glinting with desire.

The bed was aglow with the silvery moonlight. It looked as if a halo had fallen around the bed, shedding its luster upon it, while plunging the rest of the bedroom into darkness.

And she was there, like a sacrifice to the Gods, lying on that silver plated altar, writhing slightly under the sheet as if in the first, smoldering throes of passion.

Licking his lips, he slowly pushed away from the door and walked to the bed, never taking his eyes off the beautiful vision in the moonlight. She was still sleeping. He couldn’t wait to wake her and see how she’d writhe under him, finally and utterly awakened into her womanhood.

His fingers found the hem of his dark shirt, lifting it, revealing his rippled stomach and sculpted pecs as he shed the garment, throwing it aside. Releasing the buckle of his belt, his jeans soon followed suit. He was ready...

Aching with wanting her.

She rolled onto her back, her lips parting on another hushed sigh. The air in the room turned hot and heavy, making it hard to breathe.

The sheet, grasped in a tanned fist, started slowly moving downwards, revealing her body to his hungry gaze. At first glance, she appeared to be naked and his brain almost short-circuited then and there. The second, much more devastating scrutiny, caught the sheen of thin, exquisite silk and his heart started drumming in his ears. He’s never seen that nightgown she was wearing. It looked positively sinful, draping over her the way it did. He could see everything, every curve, every hollow, every sinew...

And the fact she wasn’t completely naked only added to the enchantment this goddess held over him.

A slight frown marred his forehead. Why was she wearing that thing? Was she expecting someone? Impossible. Was she expecting him? Did she wear that in hopes he’d come to her in the night? That silk nightgown was a means of seduction. A dangerous one at that.

The sheet fell on the floor and his dark eyes flew all over the woman’s body, devouring, caressing, loving...

Finally, she was rid of the sheet. She was unbearably hot, her skin clammy, making the silk gown cling even more to her body. She was itching, her breathing grew labored, her mouth dried...

His hand started traveling up her leg, caressing her ivory skin that almost glowed in the moonlight. Leaning over her, bracing his weight on one arm, his fingers slowly glided toward the inside of her thigh as he kept his eyes on her face, watching her features tighten. He grinned as she whimpered.

She was dreaming, dreaming of him, wanting him, desiring him...How she wished he was there with her, touching her the way she dreamed he touched her. How she longed for his caresses, his kisses, his hard body. She shut her eyes tighter, allowing the dream to take control, allowing those callused fingers to caress her, skim up her belly...

He licked his lips again as his nose caught the faintest whiff of her arousal. She thought she was dreaming. That’s why she let herself go, letting him touch her, caress her, arouse her...

She dreamed of strong, long, skillful fingers stroking over her neck, breasts, toying with her puckered nipple...

And back down over her belly until they reached the tender, throbbing, damp folds at the apex of her thighs. She moaned.

Those fingers moved again, delving gently.

The pleasure was real...Too real! She snapped her eyes open, ready for a scream.

A hand, slightly coated with her own arousal, covered her mouth.

She stared up at him, her eyes wide, veiled by sleep, desire, passion and arousal. Her dream man. He was beautiful. His chiseled face was draped in shadow and moonlight, his strong, broad shoulders gleamed with a sheen of sweat as his erection strained against her belly. He was naked!

Smiling slowly, he removed his hand from her mouth, bringing it to his own lips. Eyes locked with hers, he sucked at his fingers, tasting her for the very first time.

She shuddered. How she longed he’d do that to her.

His eyes promised he would do it...

Eventually.

His dark head started slowly lowering as he still kept his eyes locked with hers.

Her breath hitching in her throat, her heart beat a frantic drumbeat as she swallowed. Running her tongue over her dry lips, she saw something in his eyes change. The gleam in them became predatory, savage.

Seeing the tip of that pink tongue of hers dash over her lips, made every muscle in his body clench with need. Swooping down, he caught that naughty little tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

Moaning and arching slightly off the bed, she responded to the hungry kiss, her tongue stroking and caressing his own, teasing the roof of his mouth.

He groaned, cocking his head to one side to deepen the kiss, his tongue delving deep into the moist, spicy cavern of her mouth. Curving his fingers at her nape, he lifted her head slightly, giving himself better access to her mouth, while his other hand leisurely traveled back down her body, leaving a trail of liquid fire in its wake...

His fingers caressed the tender, moist folds, fondling, stroking...Parting her labia, he slipped his index finger inside her, finding her clit with the pad of his thumb.

She arched her back off the bed, moaning into his mouth. She couldn’t believe this wasn’t all just an extremely hot, impossibly erotic dream. It was all true. He was here, above her, naked, excited. It was his hand snuggled between her thighs. She moaned again.

He smiled against her mouth, nibbling at her lower lip, enjoying her strangled moans of passion. His mouth moving lower, he slowly nibbled down her chin, over her throat, only to lick her collarbone, while his finger inside her kept on with the sweet torture.

As she felt his mouth circle her nipple, wetting it through the sheer silk, something clenched deep down in her abdomen. As he gently suckled, her muscles tightened around his finger.

With a growl, he suckled again, pushing another finger inside her, his thumb stroking her clit. He loved the feel of her tight passage tightening even more around his questing fingers. Her thighs clenched around his hand and arm as if to trap him there forever. He growled against her skin.

She moaned, twining her fingers into his hair, and tugged his head closer to her breasts. She never wanted him to stop. With each tender pull of his mouth on her breast, the friction of his fingers between her thighs increased, her muscles clenching tighter and tighter.

Another finger joined the other two as he bit down hard on her nipple. With a savage grin, he pressed the entire heel of his palm against her swollen, begging clit.

Forgetting the slight pain of his invasion, of the bite, she ground her pelvis against his hand, leaving red nail marks on his back as he kept tormenting her breasts, impaling her on his fingers. The pleasure increased, clenching, squeezing her muscles into a tight knot, until she exploded against his hand, her juices streaming down his fingers, her entire body convulsing and shaking under him.

But he still wasn’t finished. Suckling her nipple, his fingers moved slowly out of her, the heel of his palm still pressing against her clit, only to stab back in, making her scream with the white hot pleasure-pain of it. He was relentless against her sex. His fingers retreated slowly only to impale her again and again, all the while his mouth stayed at her breasts, suckling, nibbling her nipples, his free hand fondling, molding her perfect curves...


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  1. It took a while, but here I am. Not understanding, what was bothering people about these scenes. If I remember correctly, they were hot and steamy, but tehre was nothing vulgar or controversial about them.

    Maybe the problem was, it was weird reading them in context of the entire story, but as you put it all in italics, the meaning is much clearer than the first time around.

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    1. I don't understand why people could find bothersome about these scenes. I am actually very bothered that the manga didn't have them. Those were Ryo and Kaori, damnit, and I just got a kiss, and that with a glass wall between them! I can't forgive Hojo for that, those characters were full of vitality and passion. I was hoping I'd see them happy for a while.

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