Smut One Shot
Sesshomaru waited for the elevator to close, before pulling his fiance into his arms and crashing his lips into hers. The dress she wore tonight had turned him on the moment he saw her in it. The dress was red, a little above the knee, but not too much, flared out at the hips, the fabric loose and flowing. The bodice was molded to her curves, showcasing her ample, pert, breasts, with tiny spaghetti straps holding it up. The idea, that she was not wearing a bra and he was semi-hard.
They had gone to dinner, then dancing, but the evening was cut short when he went to twirl her and she shock her head. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“I'm not wearing any panties.” she said, husky, flirty.
He had pulled her off the dance floor, outside and into the car. As he drove his hand reached over, his fingers ghosting up her thigh, under her dress. When his digits found her damp folds and no barrier to stop him, he brushed his knuckles over the moist slit, and groaned when she opened her legs wider to ease his access.
He teased her entrance for a few minutes before fully encasing his middle finger inside the warm, tight sheath of her sex. She leaned back and scooted forward, pushing on the appendage that was penetrating her, wanting more.
“Hurry.” she stated, panting.
Sesshomaru drove as fast as he could, desperate to get home and bury his cock in the same place his finger now resided.
The elevator dinged, announcing they had reached their floor. Sesshomaru pulled back, the doors opened. No one was in the hall, he grabbed his fiance's hand and the two rushed to their door. Once inside, with the door closed and locked, he pinned her against the wall and ravaged her mouth again. He pulled her off the wall enough to find the zipper to the sinful cloth that kept him from seeing her sweet, delightful body.
His fiance was not idle, she was unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulled back the kiss and stared into her big blue eyes for a second, before pulling the tiny straps down, past her heaving perky mounds. Seeing her hardened nipples, he licked his lips and leaned her back, taking a furled peak into his hungry mouth. Her hips bucked against his, one hand rested on her back, while the other pulled the rest of her dress off, then squeezed her firm backside, before moving his skilled fingers back to her dripping heat.
Her moans as he suckled, stirred his already hard flesh into a throbbing steel rod. As his fingers pumped in and out of her convulsing core, her mewls of pleasurable ecstasy, turned his honey colored eyes red. When her hands reached down his open pants and stroked his thick shaft, he growled, pleased. He started to move over to the neglected breast, when she released his member and brought both her hands to his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. He crashed his lips into hers, his tongue danced along hers, his hips ground against hers.
She pushed him back, keeping the kiss connected. He fell backwards, over the armrest of the couch, she stood above him, a wicked smile on her face. She pulled his shoes off, then his socks, then placed her hands, one on each calf and moved them slowly up his legs, past his groin, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. He lifted his hips up and she pulled the pants down, and off. Her eyes returned to the thick, long, cock, licking her lips. She bent down, her right hand coming forward and wrapping around the shaft, holding it up.
Sesshomaru watched his cock slide into her hot slick mouth and snarled at the sensation of mind-blowing pleasure. Her tongue circling around the head, he watched, spellbound, as the shaft was engulfed. Her rhythm increased, her hand stroking in time with her head bob. Sesshomaru snarled again and pushed back, releasing himself from her delightful torture.
“Come here, Kagome.” he ordered.
Sesshomaru had her get on the couch, but laying her stomach over the armrest, facing the wall, her ass up in the air. Sesshomaru removed his shirt as she prepared, then leaned down and ran his tongue up and down her aching sex, never penetrating, just teasing her entrance.
“Please. Oh, please, Sesshomaru.” she begged, pushing herself against him.
Sesshomaru smirked before sheathing his tongue inside her flower, drinking of the sweet nectar she produced. Her pants and cries, encouraged him. He pulled away, when she was at the edge of orgasm. Her whimpering protest caused a evil glee to rise up in him. He half stood, half sat on the couch, his left hand held her waist as his right grabbed his hard cock and rubbed in it up and down her dripping pussy. Guiding the engorged member into the open entrance, he slowly sank his aching cock inside.
Kagome moaned at the feel of him, his large, thick shaft, filling her to the brim. Sesshomaru withdrew till just the head was in, then eased back in, his pace unhurried. When he met her hips again, she ground herself down, wanting more. Sesshomaru merely smirked and continued his slow torture, loving the snug grip on his member.
Kagome was a virgin when they began dating a year ago. A month ago he proposed and they mated that night. They were already married under demon law, but with his wife being human, her family wanted a wedding ceremony, which he had no problem with.
“Faster.” she moaned.
Sesshomaru increased his speed, the walls of her sex squeezing him. He felt the tell tale signs of her orgasm approaching, and slammed into her repeatedly. Pulling her hips back as he pushed forward. He watched his cock disappearing inside her, the image was sexy and erotic. A few thrusts later she screamed his name, cumming hard and clamping down on his cock. Sesshomaru snarled again, riding the climax out and building her up to another. He reached around her waist and found the sensitive bundle of nerves of her sex, rubbing them with the pad of his fingers. She screamed again, her pussy convulsing around the thick intruder, her cum coating his cock.
Sesshomaru pulled out completely and turned Kagome around. He sat down on the couch and drew her to sit on his lap, facing him. Kagome grabbed his shaft and lined him up with her eager sex, desperate to ride him now. She sank down, loving the feel of his cock filling her again. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, she leaned back and planted her feet on the couch for leverage. Sesshomaru dug his hands on her hips, guiding her. She started slow, till she had the right angle, then picked up her pace, slamming herself down onto her fiance.
Sesshomaru leaned forward, unable to ignore the bouncing breasts in front of him. He captured her right nipple, suckling and biting the pert peak. Her cries of ecstasy echoed around the room, his hips began to thrust up, meeting her. She began to clamp down on him again, signaling her release. He let go of the mound and captured her lips, his kiss harsh and demanding, his tongue running along hers. Kagome pulled away and screamed, her tight walls squeezed him, her orgasm taking her.
Sesshomaru kicked the coffee table out of the way, before laying his fiance down and driving himself fast and hard inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, causing his cock to hit her deeper. He felt the head push past her cervix again and again, causing her a painful pleasure. He crashed his lips to hers, groans and moans filled the room. His balls tighten, his spine tingled, he was close, so close, and his love was on the edge.
“Cum with me, Kagome.” he ordered.
He rubbed his pelvis against her clit, pushing her over, her pussy convulsing again. Sesshomaru slammed himself inside, the head of his cock lock against the opening to her womb and let himself go, his own climax exploded out, jet after jet of hot seed, filling her. He growled as her orgasm milked his cock, demanding all of his potent essence. He collapsed a top her, his strength gone after such a mind-blowing experience, both of them panting.
“I love you, Kagome.” he said, kissing her gently.
“I love you too, Sesshomaru.” she returned, glowing.
“You do realize that if you tell me again that you are not wearing panties, I will probably not make it back to our home?” he inquired.
“I was surprised we made it tonight.” she responded, smirking.
“Did you want me to bend you over and fuck you on the dance floor?” he asked, uncomfortable with anyone seeing his lady naked.
“No, but I figured the car at least.” she replied, a humor in her voice.
“Minx.” he stated, playful, he leaned down and kissed her softly.
Kagome smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“You have something planned.” he concluded.
“Perhaps? If I remember correctly, I may have all the appointments with you after your lunch breaks.” she said.
Sesshomaru smirked, “ I suppose the final touches for next Saturday, must be hammered out.” he concurred, his hips grinding against hers.
Kagome moaned, feeling the semi-hard flesh, “Oh, yes. We must ensure we have a tight grasp on the situation.” she stated, husky.
Sesshomaru eased himself from her sheath and picked her up bridal style. He carried her to their bedroom, determined to have her screaming his name again. Kami, he loved it when she talked dirty.
Side Note: I have had a major case of writers block. I wrote this to try to get the creative juju flowing again.