fic: Fulfilling
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bonnefoisTitle: Fulfilling
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3234
Summary: Ema waits up for Nahyuta.
Author's note: PWP. I was going to request this at the kink meme, but then I wrote it myself.
Happy birthday, Hikari-tenjou.
Ema glanced at the clock for the third time in the past minute. Leave it to His Ephemeral Holiness to leave her waiting. Or maybe she should update it to His Constant Workaholicness.
She let out a sigh and pulled the thick covers up a bit closer. She'd had this grand idea of her laid out on his bed in this pretty teal lace (but itchy) and damn expensive bit of lingerie she'd bought last time she was in L.A.
The plan was simple: she'd sprawl out sexily on the bed. He'd pull off his frock coat and the rest of his vestments. Then he'd lean down and start speaking to her in that serene, melodious way of his. And then she'd give him a come-hither glance.
There'd be religious tapestries behind her, and bookcases. Somehow that made it all only more erotic. The room would be cold and yet they'd get warm together.
And then? They'd fuck until the break of dawn. And he'd be glad for his high monk's collar by the time she was done with him.
Except, that plan hadn't exactly come true.It was already ticking towards midnight. She'd already been waiting here for almost fifteen minutes. She'd send him a textstorm to get his ass into bed with her already, except it was on charge so that plan was out.
Now if only science would discover a way to send people psychic messages. Actually, with how mean she was, that'd probably be a bad idea. Still, a telepathic image of her in this moment--lingerie, irritation and arousal growing by the minute--would be helpful.
She shivered, but not from the cold. Her hand slipped beneath her panties and between her legs. Ema was always up for seconds.
Or thirds, or fourths...
Besides, it served him right for not showing up sooner, and missing the show. She bit her lower lip as she began to brush her clit with the pad of her thumb. Her breath came quicker as she thought of him. His soft voice, the way he'd led her to his office just to steal a single kiss before lunch, and left her wanting more.
Truth be told, she'd been buzzing with desire ever since that moment. She bit her lower lip to keep the moans decently low. She imagined him there with her, his hands at her hips, his mouth over hers. He could get her off easier than her vibrator when he wasn't even there.
Sometimes it made Ema cranky just how much she liked him. How just him leaning in to whisper in her ear could thrill her and leave her aroused the entire rest of the day, full of frustration until she could ride him later on.
She'd given up her life in L.A. to follow him over in some Asian country that was still struggling to catch up to rural Iowa, let alone a metropolis. And even with shitty internet, she'd never been happier.
Though, she was still looking forward to when this reconstruction finished so they could go solve cases elsewhere. Where every stop would feel like another honeymoon.
She increased her pace as she focused on him. Nahyuta was stupidly hot--no, he was gorgeous in a way that felt unreal, dare she even say divine? He made her knees shudder at his touch even almost a year in. Oh, she'd fallen hard for him. Maybe not first sight, maybe second.
Okay, she'd been pretty stunned with that first sight, too.
Her labia became wetter at the touch, the thoughts of him. She bit her lower lip and kept exploring, kept imagining. The way he leaned in to kiss her because of that height difference, the way his sleek, body weighed her down when he climbed up on top of her. How his green eyes widened at climax, his mouth so soft across her name. rocked her hips, passion overtaking her as she imagined the feel of those lips on her. Over her breasts, and between her legs. She let out a little gasp of a cry as an intense rush came through her. Stars in her eyes, his name on her lips.
Seriously, he could get her off so fast, and he wasn't even in the room.
She caught her breath, as she enjoyed all that hormonal and pleasurable release.
When the last waves of pleasure subsided, Ema let out a frustrated groan and reached for something to brush off her fingers on. A shame her phone wasn't charged yet to fill the moments between when he finally decided to show up.
Knowing Nahyuta, he'd probably just meditate or recite mantras or some other thing to pass the moments. He never grew bored because he always had some ready way to train his mind.
He lugged around books, too. Books that smelled old, ancient even and were in languages Ema could barely make headway with. All full of arcane lore of civilizations past.
Stupid Nahyuta even made reading hot.
A knock came at the door. It opened a crack before she could respond.
"Ema? Love?"
"Oh, so you bothered to finally show up," Ema said sourly.
"Love, I apologize. Prosecutor Payne kept on talking and talking, even as I repeatedly told him that I was meeting you later."
Ema scrunched up her nose in complete disgust. "Ugh, that windbag. He likes the sound of his own voice too much. I can't believe you don't throw him out."
"The former ruler had a habit of executing people. That included all lawyers, and the prosecutors and other legal staff that defied her. Because of this we are chronically understaffed. And with me being Prince Regent, I can only take so many cases. For now, I must tolerate him."
Of course. Her.
So many problems stemmed from Ga'ran in the end. Both in Khura'in, and Nahyuta's psyche. When this was all over, they'd find him a nice and understanding therapist. One that preferably wasn't also a lawyer and practiced therapy in court via robot.
But for now, they'd both have to settle for alcohol and Snackoos to top off their long days and longer lines of cases to fix.
He began to undo his frock coat. "Unfortunately, everything comes back to her in the end. Every problem the country has faced for decades. And many that I face now."
"That's we now. We're working together, remember? And part of that is you taking breaks and not wearing yourself thin."
"That's your job. To chastise me when I've overworked."
"Oh, trust me. I do my job well," Ema said.
He smiled. "You do."
Ema pulled the blanket down enough to show more cleavage--or at least what little cleavage she had. His sharp breath, and the way his eyes followed that movement felt like a victory. The cold made her nipples turn hard--and easily seen even through the layers of sheets.
He removed his outer golden and white monk's coat and peeled off the red undershirt. "Thank you for being so understanding and patient," he murmured.
"Words that almost never apply to me," Ema said.
"You have your moments," he said.
Either he was rubbing off on her, or it was the orgasm.
Probably the orgasm. She generally felt much less like Snackooing someone when she was full of dopamine and serotonin from sexytimes. Even if it was solo sexytime.
Well, he'd sort of been there, if only in her imagination.
(Then again, Apollo did say Ema seemed different over here, so maybe monk type miracles did happen.)
She might've just come a little bit ago, but she was already getting turned on again. He took time place them in the basket near the bed, so the staff could have them cleaned. Ema's breath caught as his hands traveled to his belt. She licked her lips when the loops were undone.
She finally threw down the covers, and patted the bed beside her. "I've been keeping it warm for you."
Nahyuta climbed up on the bed and leaned in. She guided his hands down between her legs.
"Already?" he said gently.
"I've been waiting for you for ages."
"You're so wet, and so soft..."
"I had to start without you. Really, you're so damn late. I'd already changed and you don't keep a television in here. Plus, my phone needed to be charged."
"I hope you thought of me," Nahyuta said. His voice was so low and sensual that it sent a shiver down her spine.
"What else would I think of? Snackoos? Actually I'd probably get off pretty good thinking of that."
"I'm going to ignore that you said that, or I'll never look at your snacking the same way," he said.
Ema laughed. "What, think you can't measure up? Is that your new thing? Being jealous of my favorite snack food? Don't worry; they haven't made a version that goes down on me yet, so you're safe for now."
"I am thankful to the Holy Mother for that," he said.
Nahyuta peeled off the last of his vestments. She gave him an appreciative look. All those monk stretches sure left him with a sleek, body which was both graceful and deceptively strong.
He climbed onto the bed, in and kissed her. "You could do many things with your mouth. Recite mantras or prayers, recite statistics, work on memorizing, or learning languages..."
"I can think of something else I'd rather do with my mouth."
"Far be it from me to stop you. I could not even if I wished to, given your stubbornness."
"Please, you're at least twice as stubborn as me, and I'm a Taurus. Eating, being stubborn and holding grudges are what Tauruses are good at. And I'm really good at living up to my sign."
Ema tossed aside the covers, and shifted until she was on her knees. She took his cock in a gentle grip at the base. She licked at the tip, eager to have him this close. She let out a satisfied moan at the contact. He always smelled so damn good. Even after a hard day of work he smelled like sandalwood and herbs she didn't know. Dating him made her realize it was organic yak soap. When she'd run out of body wash, she'd nabbed one of her own.
His hand brushed from her forehead down, like a blessing.
She let her tongue linger over the veins as he grew harder. Her gaze met his like a challenge. She'd have smirked if her mouth wasn't so busy just as in that moment, he was damn easy to read. Which wasn't something she could often say.
Sort of like that old quote went 'in wine there is truth' except make it when your cock is in my mouth, there is truth.
And yeah, she loved that she could get him hard. That she was good at this. Though he might have her beat for longevity. He went down on her like a work of art. Ema sometimes got tired and ready for the next part and just sucked hard enough to get him off so her tongue could get a rest.
At least until she had something else to complain about, or snack on.
She let out a soft moan. She shifted, only keeping back a gasp because he was in her mouth. She dared to take him deeper, even if it might make her choke, just for the pleasure of having him in her mouth, of running her tongue down the thickly veined sensitive underside of his cock.
Ema squirmed, already feeling her clit throbbing again from pleasure and arousal. No way this was going to be one of those long times when she got him off with her mouth alone.
She didn't have her hair up, anyways. And Ema didn't need a 'protein hair mask,' thanks.
When he was fully hard, she pulled away, but kept a faint grip at the base of him.
"In me, now," she said breathlessly.
"Gladly," he said, his voice so soft and alluring that Ema wondered if she might come before he even got inside.
She reluctantly let go of him, only to get on her hands and knees, and make her point all that more clear. She grabbed a pillow for support under her stomach, and to give him better access. He slowly pulled her panties down. Ema squirmed at the touch. God, she'd gotten so aroused just sucking him off. Her panties were already soaked through again.
She was outright grinding against his erection with her ass as she felt his touch up her back. He undid her bra slowly, far too slowly. She ground extra hard against his erection just to get a sharp intake of breath out of him, and fuck up his composure.
"E-Ema..."
"Did I stutter? In me, now."
"D-does that mean you are ready?"
"Ass in the air, demanding you fuck me--oh and, and it's seriously cold. What do you think? You don't have to use your call a friend for this one. Come on--"
She broke off as he gripped her hips. She let out a gasp as he filled her. She had to cling to the pillows to not scream. He had by far, the biggest girth of anybody she'd ever been with.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Nope! That's a h-happy moan. Feel free to go harder. A lot harder."
Ema angled to let him go deep. And oh, he knew just how to thrust in and leave her in a silent scream of his name. Every single time he thrust deep enough to hit her g-spot and make her cling to the covers for some semblance of control.
Each thrust left her breathless. His hands gripped tightly at her hips as he followed her command, and came in harder. She tightened around him, even as she knew it'd lessen how long they got be together. She'd already gotten herself off once, anyways.
"Ema..." he gasped.
The sensation was different, yet just as intense. Despite what porn and a million romantic comedies and romance novels told, this was rare as well. She'd never gotten off on just having a guy inside her before, or gotten so turned on sucking someone off. But then, they hadn't been Nahyuta. Because everything was different with Nahyuta.
Tall, serene Nahyuta could be quite passionate behind doors. Quite unexpected, especially for a monk. But damn if she didn't love effortless orgasms. Not that he was lazy in the going down on her aspect. He made good use of his oratory skills. They hadn't quite made eight hours yet, but he certainly got close.
His braid fell down and brushed against her shoulder. He let out a low moan as his thrusts grew harder, more desperate. Each time sent her spiraling deeper, further to yet another amazing orgasm.
"Oh...come on, more," Ema said breathlessly.
Not that she had to worry about him coming before her. Maybe it was some monk secret, or maybe he was just skilled in control. Either way, he could go for a damn long time if he wanted.
And she always came. Always. Usually multiple times at that.
Ema clung to the covers tight as he thrust into her hard enough to cause their skin to meet, and slap over and over. God, he was so damn sexy. He kissed the back of her neck, where he hair parted, and the side of her neck. Whatever he could reach. Which was a lot, because those monk stretches? They left him pretty damn flexible.
"C-come on," Ema said, her voice pleading, begging now. Each thrust was hitting her perfectly. The pillow had given an accidental boost and brushed against her clit more each time he thrust deep into her. Every nerve was alight with passion and wanting. God, he could make her body sing with passion so damn effortlessly that it left her woozy. "D-don't s-stop---"
And a little grumpy at how good he got at this when she'd been his first. He really was good at everything, apparently.
Well, except sharing his feelings.
He gripped her hips tight enough to leave a bruise that only they'd know about. His breath came out
"Ema, please--"
"G-go on..."
She gripped so tight that the sheets partly came off the bed. Something she'd probably laugh at if she wasn't in that point of almost-orgasm where everything slowed and thinking about anything but how good it felt was
And it was nice. The mean internal voice which never stopped shut up for a few seconds. His arms wrapped about her back as he rested his head against her. He let out a soft groan, then, her name. Her muscles clenched so tight about him over and over in a way so different from when she came via her clit, yet so intense as well. Each breath, each heartbeat and pleasure ran through her entirely.
Thick white come dripped down her labia and thighs, and she loved the feel of it. Even if there'd be a mess. As she fell down to the covers, she pushed her hand between her legs. With how hot she'd gotten, and all that accidental stimulation from the pillow, it wouldn't take too much to get off again.
She let out little whimpers. Her clit was slick from their combined fluids, and still sensitive from when she'd gotten herself off earlier that night.
One last good time for the road. She panted at that last spark toe-curling pleasure came through her. She shuddered as she gave in to one last orgasm, when the one he'd helped her along with had barely even faded.
What could she say? She didn't want to stop when it came to something good. Be it Snackoos, or sex. Call her greedy, she didn't give a fuck. She was going to get the best feelings she could.
Finally, she curled up in his arms. He leaned in to place a kiss on the top of her head. It felt so good to feel his arms wrapped about her. He never even complained about his arms going numb. Then again, he'd been on his knees in prayer for hours at a time; he knew discomfort.
"Thank you for waiting up for me, love."
"Anytime. Somebody has to make you take a break. Trust me, if my phone hadn't been charging, you would've gotten pictures sent until you got over here already."
"That would certainly inspire me to tell Prosecutor Payne to go to hell," he said.
"Really? It'd take me being half-naked to get you to do that? Maybe I should change up my wardrobe to inspire you more..."
"Ema, my love, I wish to tell him to go to hell every single second of every single day."
"But duty keeps you from it, right? Well, don't worry. I'll be sure to tell him to go to every single hell. I've been memorizing them lately."
"Finally, a part of my culture you love," he said.
She snuggled a little closer to him. "Well, not the only thing."
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3234
Summary: Ema waits up for Nahyuta.
Author's note: PWP. I was going to request this at the kink meme, but then I wrote it myself.
Happy birthday, Hikari-tenjou.
Ema glanced at the clock for the third time in the past minute. Leave it to His Ephemeral Holiness to leave her waiting. Or maybe she should update it to His Constant Workaholicness.
She let out a sigh and pulled the thick covers up a bit closer. She'd had this grand idea of her laid out on his bed in this pretty teal lace (but itchy) and damn expensive bit of lingerie she'd bought last time she was in L.A.
The plan was simple: she'd sprawl out sexily on the bed. He'd pull off his frock coat and the rest of his vestments. Then he'd lean down and start speaking to her in that serene, melodious way of his. And then she'd give him a come-hither glance.
There'd be religious tapestries behind her, and bookcases. Somehow that made it all only more erotic. The room would be cold and yet they'd get warm together.
And then? They'd fuck until the break of dawn. And he'd be glad for his high monk's collar by the time she was done with him.
Except, that plan hadn't exactly come true.It was already ticking towards midnight. She'd already been waiting here for almost fifteen minutes. She'd send him a textstorm to get his ass into bed with her already, except it was on charge so that plan was out.
Now if only science would discover a way to send people psychic messages. Actually, with how mean she was, that'd probably be a bad idea. Still, a telepathic image of her in this moment--lingerie, irritation and arousal growing by the minute--would be helpful.
She shivered, but not from the cold. Her hand slipped beneath her panties and between her legs. Ema was always up for seconds.
Or thirds, or fourths...
Besides, it served him right for not showing up sooner, and missing the show. She bit her lower lip as she began to brush her clit with the pad of her thumb. Her breath came quicker as she thought of him. His soft voice, the way he'd led her to his office just to steal a single kiss before lunch, and left her wanting more.
Truth be told, she'd been buzzing with desire ever since that moment. She bit her lower lip to keep the moans decently low. She imagined him there with her, his hands at her hips, his mouth over hers. He could get her off easier than her vibrator when he wasn't even there.
Sometimes it made Ema cranky just how much she liked him. How just him leaning in to whisper in her ear could thrill her and leave her aroused the entire rest of the day, full of frustration until she could ride him later on.
She'd given up her life in L.A. to follow him over in some Asian country that was still struggling to catch up to rural Iowa, let alone a metropolis. And even with shitty internet, she'd never been happier.
Though, she was still looking forward to when this reconstruction finished so they could go solve cases elsewhere. Where every stop would feel like another honeymoon.
She increased her pace as she focused on him. Nahyuta was stupidly hot--no, he was gorgeous in a way that felt unreal, dare she even say divine? He made her knees shudder at his touch even almost a year in. Oh, she'd fallen hard for him. Maybe not first sight, maybe second.
Okay, she'd been pretty stunned with that first sight, too.
Her labia became wetter at the touch, the thoughts of him. She bit her lower lip and kept exploring, kept imagining. The way he leaned in to kiss her because of that height difference, the way his sleek, body weighed her down when he climbed up on top of her. How his green eyes widened at climax, his mouth so soft across her name. rocked her hips, passion overtaking her as she imagined the feel of those lips on her. Over her breasts, and between her legs. She let out a little gasp of a cry as an intense rush came through her. Stars in her eyes, his name on her lips.
Seriously, he could get her off so fast, and he wasn't even in the room.
She caught her breath, as she enjoyed all that hormonal and pleasurable release.
When the last waves of pleasure subsided, Ema let out a frustrated groan and reached for something to brush off her fingers on. A shame her phone wasn't charged yet to fill the moments between when he finally decided to show up.
Knowing Nahyuta, he'd probably just meditate or recite mantras or some other thing to pass the moments. He never grew bored because he always had some ready way to train his mind.
He lugged around books, too. Books that smelled old, ancient even and were in languages Ema could barely make headway with. All full of arcane lore of civilizations past.
Stupid Nahyuta even made reading hot.
A knock came at the door. It opened a crack before she could respond.
"Ema? Love?"
"Oh, so you bothered to finally show up," Ema said sourly.
"Love, I apologize. Prosecutor Payne kept on talking and talking, even as I repeatedly told him that I was meeting you later."
Ema scrunched up her nose in complete disgust. "Ugh, that windbag. He likes the sound of his own voice too much. I can't believe you don't throw him out."
"The former ruler had a habit of executing people. That included all lawyers, and the prosecutors and other legal staff that defied her. Because of this we are chronically understaffed. And with me being Prince Regent, I can only take so many cases. For now, I must tolerate him."
Of course. Her.
So many problems stemmed from Ga'ran in the end. Both in Khura'in, and Nahyuta's psyche. When this was all over, they'd find him a nice and understanding therapist. One that preferably wasn't also a lawyer and practiced therapy in court via robot.
But for now, they'd both have to settle for alcohol and Snackoos to top off their long days and longer lines of cases to fix.
He began to undo his frock coat. "Unfortunately, everything comes back to her in the end. Every problem the country has faced for decades. And many that I face now."
"That's we now. We're working together, remember? And part of that is you taking breaks and not wearing yourself thin."
"That's your job. To chastise me when I've overworked."
"Oh, trust me. I do my job well," Ema said.
He smiled. "You do."
Ema pulled the blanket down enough to show more cleavage--or at least what little cleavage she had. His sharp breath, and the way his eyes followed that movement felt like a victory. The cold made her nipples turn hard--and easily seen even through the layers of sheets.
He removed his outer golden and white monk's coat and peeled off the red undershirt. "Thank you for being so understanding and patient," he murmured.
"Words that almost never apply to me," Ema said.
"You have your moments," he said.
Either he was rubbing off on her, or it was the orgasm.
Probably the orgasm. She generally felt much less like Snackooing someone when she was full of dopamine and serotonin from sexytimes. Even if it was solo sexytime.
Well, he'd sort of been there, if only in her imagination.
(Then again, Apollo did say Ema seemed different over here, so maybe monk type miracles did happen.)
She might've just come a little bit ago, but she was already getting turned on again. He took time place them in the basket near the bed, so the staff could have them cleaned. Ema's breath caught as his hands traveled to his belt. She licked her lips when the loops were undone.
She finally threw down the covers, and patted the bed beside her. "I've been keeping it warm for you."
Nahyuta climbed up on the bed and leaned in. She guided his hands down between her legs.
"Already?" he said gently.
"I've been waiting for you for ages."
"You're so wet, and so soft..."
"I had to start without you. Really, you're so damn late. I'd already changed and you don't keep a television in here. Plus, my phone needed to be charged."
"I hope you thought of me," Nahyuta said. His voice was so low and sensual that it sent a shiver down her spine.
"What else would I think of? Snackoos? Actually I'd probably get off pretty good thinking of that."
"I'm going to ignore that you said that, or I'll never look at your snacking the same way," he said.
Ema laughed. "What, think you can't measure up? Is that your new thing? Being jealous of my favorite snack food? Don't worry; they haven't made a version that goes down on me yet, so you're safe for now."
"I am thankful to the Holy Mother for that," he said.
Nahyuta peeled off the last of his vestments. She gave him an appreciative look. All those monk stretches sure left him with a sleek, body which was both graceful and deceptively strong.
He climbed onto the bed, in and kissed her. "You could do many things with your mouth. Recite mantras or prayers, recite statistics, work on memorizing, or learning languages..."
"I can think of something else I'd rather do with my mouth."
"Far be it from me to stop you. I could not even if I wished to, given your stubbornness."
"Please, you're at least twice as stubborn as me, and I'm a Taurus. Eating, being stubborn and holding grudges are what Tauruses are good at. And I'm really good at living up to my sign."
Ema tossed aside the covers, and shifted until she was on her knees. She took his cock in a gentle grip at the base. She licked at the tip, eager to have him this close. She let out a satisfied moan at the contact. He always smelled so damn good. Even after a hard day of work he smelled like sandalwood and herbs she didn't know. Dating him made her realize it was organic yak soap. When she'd run out of body wash, she'd nabbed one of her own.
His hand brushed from her forehead down, like a blessing.
She let her tongue linger over the veins as he grew harder. Her gaze met his like a challenge. She'd have smirked if her mouth wasn't so busy just as in that moment, he was damn easy to read. Which wasn't something she could often say.
Sort of like that old quote went 'in wine there is truth' except make it when your cock is in my mouth, there is truth.
And yeah, she loved that she could get him hard. That she was good at this. Though he might have her beat for longevity. He went down on her like a work of art. Ema sometimes got tired and ready for the next part and just sucked hard enough to get him off so her tongue could get a rest.
At least until she had something else to complain about, or snack on.
She let out a soft moan. She shifted, only keeping back a gasp because he was in her mouth. She dared to take him deeper, even if it might make her choke, just for the pleasure of having him in her mouth, of running her tongue down the thickly veined sensitive underside of his cock.
Ema squirmed, already feeling her clit throbbing again from pleasure and arousal. No way this was going to be one of those long times when she got him off with her mouth alone.
She didn't have her hair up, anyways. And Ema didn't need a 'protein hair mask,' thanks.
When he was fully hard, she pulled away, but kept a faint grip at the base of him.
"In me, now," she said breathlessly.
"Gladly," he said, his voice so soft and alluring that Ema wondered if she might come before he even got inside.
She reluctantly let go of him, only to get on her hands and knees, and make her point all that more clear. She grabbed a pillow for support under her stomach, and to give him better access. He slowly pulled her panties down. Ema squirmed at the touch. God, she'd gotten so aroused just sucking him off. Her panties were already soaked through again.
She was outright grinding against his erection with her ass as she felt his touch up her back. He undid her bra slowly, far too slowly. She ground extra hard against his erection just to get a sharp intake of breath out of him, and fuck up his composure.
"E-Ema..."
"Did I stutter? In me, now."
"D-does that mean you are ready?"
"Ass in the air, demanding you fuck me--oh and, and it's seriously cold. What do you think? You don't have to use your call a friend for this one. Come on--"
She broke off as he gripped her hips. She let out a gasp as he filled her. She had to cling to the pillows to not scream. He had by far, the biggest girth of anybody she'd ever been with.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Nope! That's a h-happy moan. Feel free to go harder. A lot harder."
Ema angled to let him go deep. And oh, he knew just how to thrust in and leave her in a silent scream of his name. Every single time he thrust deep enough to hit her g-spot and make her cling to the covers for some semblance of control.
Each thrust left her breathless. His hands gripped tightly at her hips as he followed her command, and came in harder. She tightened around him, even as she knew it'd lessen how long they got be together. She'd already gotten herself off once, anyways.
"Ema..." he gasped.
The sensation was different, yet just as intense. Despite what porn and a million romantic comedies and romance novels told, this was rare as well. She'd never gotten off on just having a guy inside her before, or gotten so turned on sucking someone off. But then, they hadn't been Nahyuta. Because everything was different with Nahyuta.
Tall, serene Nahyuta could be quite passionate behind doors. Quite unexpected, especially for a monk. But damn if she didn't love effortless orgasms. Not that he was lazy in the going down on her aspect. He made good use of his oratory skills. They hadn't quite made eight hours yet, but he certainly got close.
His braid fell down and brushed against her shoulder. He let out a low moan as his thrusts grew harder, more desperate. Each time sent her spiraling deeper, further to yet another amazing orgasm.
"Oh...come on, more," Ema said breathlessly.
Not that she had to worry about him coming before her. Maybe it was some monk secret, or maybe he was just skilled in control. Either way, he could go for a damn long time if he wanted.
And she always came. Always. Usually multiple times at that.
Ema clung to the covers tight as he thrust into her hard enough to cause their skin to meet, and slap over and over. God, he was so damn sexy. He kissed the back of her neck, where he hair parted, and the side of her neck. Whatever he could reach. Which was a lot, because those monk stretches? They left him pretty damn flexible.
"C-come on," Ema said, her voice pleading, begging now. Each thrust was hitting her perfectly. The pillow had given an accidental boost and brushed against her clit more each time he thrust deep into her. Every nerve was alight with passion and wanting. God, he could make her body sing with passion so damn effortlessly that it left her woozy. "D-don't s-stop---"
And a little grumpy at how good he got at this when she'd been his first. He really was good at everything, apparently.
Well, except sharing his feelings.
He gripped her hips tight enough to leave a bruise that only they'd know about. His breath came out
"Ema, please--"
"G-go on..."
She gripped so tight that the sheets partly came off the bed. Something she'd probably laugh at if she wasn't in that point of almost-orgasm where everything slowed and thinking about anything but how good it felt was
And it was nice. The mean internal voice which never stopped shut up for a few seconds. His arms wrapped about her back as he rested his head against her. He let out a soft groan, then, her name. Her muscles clenched so tight about him over and over in a way so different from when she came via her clit, yet so intense as well. Each breath, each heartbeat and pleasure ran through her entirely.
Thick white come dripped down her labia and thighs, and she loved the feel of it. Even if there'd be a mess. As she fell down to the covers, she pushed her hand between her legs. With how hot she'd gotten, and all that accidental stimulation from the pillow, it wouldn't take too much to get off again.
She let out little whimpers. Her clit was slick from their combined fluids, and still sensitive from when she'd gotten herself off earlier that night.
One last good time for the road. She panted at that last spark toe-curling pleasure came through her. She shuddered as she gave in to one last orgasm, when the one he'd helped her along with had barely even faded.
What could she say? She didn't want to stop when it came to something good. Be it Snackoos, or sex. Call her greedy, she didn't give a fuck. She was going to get the best feelings she could.
Finally, she curled up in his arms. He leaned in to place a kiss on the top of her head. It felt so good to feel his arms wrapped about her. He never even complained about his arms going numb. Then again, he'd been on his knees in prayer for hours at a time; he knew discomfort.
"Thank you for waiting up for me, love."
"Anytime. Somebody has to make you take a break. Trust me, if my phone hadn't been charging, you would've gotten pictures sent until you got over here already."
"That would certainly inspire me to tell Prosecutor Payne to go to hell," he said.
"Really? It'd take me being half-naked to get you to do that? Maybe I should change up my wardrobe to inspire you more..."
"Ema, my love, I wish to tell him to go to hell every single second of every single day."
"But duty keeps you from it, right? Well, don't worry. I'll be sure to tell him to go to every single hell. I've been memorizing them lately."
"Finally, a part of my culture you love," he said.
She snuggled a little closer to him. "Well, not the only thing."
