As unbelievably, out-of-this-world amazing it was that Maeko was so eager to move things along, Tucker needed to take things a bit slower, or he'd explode. Both figuratively and literally. Not that anything could or would stop the inevitable at that point, but dragging it out for as long as possible was something he felt compelled to do--their first time together, first real time... it needed to be different. And sure, he believed that the concept of 'first time's' was completely ludicrous--moments should be enjoyed entirely for what they are and not what order they happen in--but in spite of that, his gut was telling him that they, whatever they were (and were becoming), deserved to be consummated properly. Not rushed. Not done in an A, B, C fashion that left only a fleeting memory as the days passed. He wanted this moment to be remembered. It wasn't until they'd switched places and she was laid bare beneath him that it became truly real, though--not just a dream--and he took a moment to selfishly soak her in. He knew that Maeko was being uncharacteristically vulnerable by granting him permission to admire her in such a way and his heart drowned in pure joy.
Gripping one of her calves while his free arm hooked around her thigh, Tucker sank to the chilly forest floor, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her knee. He left a trail of them down her thigh, stopping just before the good spot. Meeting her gaze once more, he couldn't hold back a small grin as he resumed, using his tongue to caress her from entrance to clit. She gasped, back arching and it was as if Tucker could feel his pupil's dilate with lust, that is how immediate the reaction was. He ran his tongue along her lips as she relaxed into his touch, hips already beginning to meet his every twist and flick. He made sure to pay equal attention to everything she had to offer, reaching up to play with one of her nipples as he circled her opening with a gentle finger. She was gasping, head thrashing from side to side every so often, fists full of dead leaves. Closing his lips over the sensitive bead, Tucker pressed against it with a flat, firm tongue while slowly pressing just inside. He easily picked up a rhythm, tongue and fingers in perfect timing with each other as well as Maeko's shallow breaths. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, knees rising until she was able to use her legs to pull him even closer--something he'd thought was impossible by that point.
She was everywhere and everything all at once. He could feel her, taste her, smell her, hear her, and as he looked up and met her hooded eyes, framed by dark lashes and furrowed brows, Tucker knew that this life was worth living. His senses were consumed by her and he was high from it, chasing the feeling, never wanting it to stop. She let out a few curses, squeezing her thighs tight against his head and he couldn't hold back a small smirk. He could do this all day. All day, every day for the rest of his days. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd be allowed to... Would this become a regular thing? Was he... 'good' enough for it to become a regular thing--would Maeko even want that? His eyes flashed up to hers and he was pleased to find her incapable of holding his gaze--her head was thrown back, pressed hard into the ground, teeth pressed into her bottom lip before her mouth popped open, a whimper escaping. She was rocking against his face now, gripping his hair so tight that it stung. Tucker used his unoccupied hand to grab the offender and she immediately mewled, knuckles turning white as she intertwined her fingers with his, ankles crossing behind his neck. She cried out with a rough moan, body convulsing lightly and then calming.
Tucker felt her orgasm against his fingers and after a moment, he removed them from her tight heat, choosing to run them along her impossibly soft, pink lips--glistening in the light of the early afternoon. He gently circled her clit and she twitched, sighing pleasantly. He played with her folds and teased her entrance, amazed at how wet and warm she was--his fun was cut short, however, when she touched his wrist gently, a silent plea for him to ease up. "Sorry," croaked Tucker almost silently, ghosting his fingers across her abdomen and up her ribcage. He repositioned himself, loomed over her, bracing his weight on one of his arms while the other brushed some stray hairs off her face before leaning down and joining their lips. They kissed slowly at first, without much pressure and barely any tongue at all, before Maeko began to heat things up. She ran her hands over his bare back, nails digging in every so often, before she brought them around to his front and for the second time, pushed against his chest--this time, however, it was with much more authority. In the blink of an eye, his trousers and shorts were discarded and Maeko--eyes shining brighter than he'd ever seen before--was crawling up his torso, looking like a predator about to devour her dinner.
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