A Part of a Samurai Story

Hey! This is titania! Just wanted to tell you that this is my FIRST EVER... um... ‘heavy romance’ scene. I am trying for a very romantic, sweet and ethreal tone, but if anyone has any suggestions to make it better, I would truly appreciate critism or help! Oh, and this is sort of an idea for something later in A Samurai Story.

Like I said, I have never written one before in my life...ever! Anyway, thanks if you read it! Please reveiw if you wouldn’t mind! TY! ^ ^
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Chapter Unknown:
True Love’s First Kiss


“Hiroshi...! *ha,ha!* Hiroshi...!” Softly sighed the wind as it blew through an open window of the small inn room where Hiroshi slept soundly. “Hiroshi... Hiroshi...” Came the sweet, gentle voice of a young girl calling across the wind for her lover. Her words dwindled into nothing as the young samurai finally began to wake.

He was sure he had heard something... he had heard someone call his name. Wiping his eyes free of sleep, he went to the window and shut it tight against the chilled night wind. montage

“Hiroshi!” A girl’s voice spoke his name, and he felt a soft hand brush across his shoulder. Quickly, he whirled around but saw no one. “Hiroshi!” there came to him the sound of sweet, fragile laughter and the window burst open behind him, throwing him to the ground.

“Nozomi...?” Hiroshi whispered as he looked about the room and yet still saw nothing. “Hiroshi!” It was Nozomi’s lovely voice echoing past him.

“Silly girl...!” Hiroshi smiled as he rose to his feet and stepped into his hakama, wrapping the sash around his waist. He straightened his kimono and wrapped his haori around him as he went to the door and opened it quietly so as not to wake anyone.

“Are you coming?” Nozomi asked him and he nodded his head, saying nothing, but then he realized she was not at his side. “Yes,” He said, “I am coming... where are you, lady?” but there came no reply at first. He knew that Nozomi was a restless little soul and grew weary of remaining in one place for any long while, but he grew weary of having to search for her when she called for him.

“Why did you leave your chamber?” Hiroshi asked to the nothing about him as Nozomi’s lilting giggles reached his ears. she replied with a laugh: “It was small... and the doors were shut. I had no where to roam. Oh, come, Hiroshi!”

“Where are you?” Hiroshi called once more but he was met by a sweet kiss upon his cheek. He stopped where he stood, his eyes wide as he lifted his hand to his cheek. She kissed him? He smiled faintly and slowly began to walk once more towards her happy voice.

Nozomi was allways happy, she allways bore upon her face or in her eyes a smile, weather it be great or small. She was pleasant to have in one’s company and the young samurai was very fond of her.

“I am in the forest...” Nozomi whispered in his ear, “...do come find me.” and her sweet words caused Hiroshi to flush red... what was she thinking? He had thought perhaps she had grown frightened all alone in her chamber, all alone in the dark when she was a being of light, but why would she go into the forest.

As if answering his questions, she said: “I heard pretty music... I wanted to find it. Now I fear I am lost. Will you come and find me?”

“Of course,” Hiroshi replied, suddenly, as if by the mere honey in her voice, he felt as if he would do aught for her. “lead me to you... I want... to find you.”

He was shocked he had said such a thing. He had sworn not to feel so strongly for another person, for he had sworn to his heart he would cause it no more pain. Now... he was falling in love?

Quiet in thought, Hiroshi opened the door to the inn and walked out of it, into the dark, looming forest.
“Do you remember, Hiroshi...?” Nozomi asked him, her voice low in whisper, “...Do you remember when first we met, Hiroshi?”

“Y-yes...” Hiroshi answered obediantly, “... I remember it well... I would never forget--” but his words dwindled away as he came to an overhanging of ivy, woven together to form a curtain flowing down beautifully from the boughs of a tree high, high above Hiroshi’s head.

“Pull them back...” Nozomi sighed, her voice becoming the very wind as it danced through her smaurai’s silken black hair. Hiroshi was hesitant. He did not know why, but his fingers did not raise themselves to pull away the ivy curtain. “...oh, Hiroshi... please, come find me! I am here, I am here!” The young woman pleaded with his hesitant mind with little giggles and laughs until he conceeded to open the ivy curtain.

And lo! For there before him was Nozomi. She did not look upon him for her feet whirled her around and around in a dance to no music, her mind carried her over to her love, her Hiroshi, and she laid her small hand upon his own. Taking it lightly to her breast, she pulled him after her, never meeting his gaze as she wrapped both her arms tenderly about him. She stood still. Her hair was wild from dancing and fell about her shoulders as she raised her eyes to meet his own. “Hiroshi... you found me..!” She said and flung herself away from him.

She held out her arms to him and opened her lips as she began to sing to a song that played through her head. She was so very beautifull, her ebony locks blew in a wind that she created to play about her, and her silken kimono flashed in tiny spots of moonlight that reflected upon her when she danced beneath them.

“What music do you hear?” Hiroshi said as he was drawn to her, compelled to go to her as she danced, holding forth her arms for him to emrace. She took him by the hand and he spun her into his grasp, wrapping his arms about her own, “What music do you hear?” but she said nothing, only continued her song.

“Those who seek us surely find us...” She sang quietly. Hiroshi kissed her lightly on her shoulder, savoring her sweet smell as he tightened his hold about her.

What did he do? He fought with his mind as he came to the edge, the edge of breaking the promise he had made to himself so long ago. To never love again... it was so very difficult as she slowly turned in his arms, looking upon his face with, large, innocent eyes. She smiled. “You found me.” She whispered, laying her hand upon his cheek. “You found me...” Her fingers slowly traced his soft skin, over his brow and his brilliant eyes. “...oh... me, you found me...”

Her delicate finger fell upon the tip of his nose. He delighted in the gentlness of her touch as her little finger moved to his lips. He gasped slightly, her eyes meeting his suddenly. It was then, as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, he saw how brilliantly... golden her eyes were and how eager they were to look upon him. They shone in the darkness of the forest about him, and he was sadenned when she closed them. “You found me...”

He sighed within his heart, pleading for forgivness as he bent down lower to her, taking her cheek in his hand. “I found you...”

Slowly, he lay his hands both upon upon her cheeks, stroking her skin softly as she pressed her cheek into his palm. He cautiously leaned in nearer to her, pulling her face gently up until their lips nearly touched. “I found you.” He wispered into her mouth as he took her lips in his own, kissing her lightly.

His heart raced in his chest as he felt the softness of her sweet mouth and he nearly colapsed in her arms as she lay her hands upon his breast. ‘Oh, fie!’ He thought as their lips finally parted, ‘What have I done? This cannot be...’

“Nozomi...” He murmmered as she lay her head upon his shoulder, “... this cannot be, I--” but he did not finish, for she slowly raised her head to look upon him, startled by his words. “Hiroshi, what do you speak of?” She stammered, stroking his cheek with her palm.

“My quest is a dangerous one, Nozomi,” The poor young samurai continued. His heart nearly broke in his chest as she slowly began to shake her head. It was the same feeling that pervaded him when his family had... perished. “Nozomi, forgive me.”

He made to pull away, but she held tight to the cloth of his kimono, pulling him towards her. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her head to his breast as she embraced him like no woman ever had, or ever would, embrace him. She would not let go.

“Hiroshi, no!” She sighed as she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, “I need you Hiroshi... I need you so I can be happy, Hiroshi. I only smile when I am in your pressence, love, and only then, for you make me smile... Hiroshi I have no one but you.”

Hiroshi closed his eyes to keep tears from falling as he remembered that her family had been slain by the kabuki warriors as well and that, indeed, she had no one in the world... save for him.

He had no one. He was alone... save for her. “If I fall in love with you now,” He whispered softly in her ear, “and something were to happen to you, I would surely die... I love you, Nozomi.”

She tensed in his arms and slowly raised her eyes so that she could see his face, and weather or not it was truthfull. “Hiroshi,” She said, “do not fear for my well being. I would die a thousand deaths if only to have you as my own, Hiroshi, I love you my Hiroshi. You are mine.”

She slowly began to run her fingers through his hair as she pressed firmly on his chest. Rising onto the very tips of her toes, she drew her face to his own. Never looking away from him, never saying a word, she kept his eyes open with her golden magic as she gently kissed him as he had kissed her.

Once more, he was overwhelmed with a glorious feeling and he returned her kiss, taking her face in his hands. He did not know what spell it was that the faerie had put upon him but her kiss was heaven and he felt his heart swell with love for her.

“Oh, I love you...” He sighed as he dared to touch her soft lips with his tongue. He defied all reasoning with his mind as he brought his arms around her waist, drawing her to him until they could never be parted, and his tongue entered her mouth.

Their kiss deepened as their passions possesed them; Hiroshi’s totured mind finally at peace and her weeping soul finally happy as he whispered sweet words of love against her mouth at each breath they took.

The young samurai ignored the tugging worries in his mind as he laid his hands upon her snow - white shoulders, moving his lips from her mouth to to her cheek, kissing her rosy cheeks as she sighed in his ear sweet words he could only faintly hear. His warm kisses trailed over her cheeks to her brow and her nose, and down to her neck as he smelled the sweet lavender in her ebony locks.

Gently, as if he did not wish to shatter her frail body, he brushed his finger tips over and over the blushing skin of her arms, entwining his fingers about her own. So sweet was he skin that he moaned as he kissed her shoulder.

Nozomi sighed in contentment as he nestled his head to her bossom and she wrapped her arms about his shoulders, placing small kissing over his midnight head.

He raised his head until his lips brushed her own. Then, gently but firmly, he placed his hands on her waist, pushing her down and down beneath him. He lowered himself with her until she laid upon her back, her head cushioned on a bed of emerald moss, the moon-flowers brushing against her hair as the wind she created for her own self danced abot the two lovers.

But soon her wind silenced as he placed a large hand upon her hips, his gentle fingers dancing over her silky kimono. She was so very, very soft... softer than he had thought she could ever be. Her skin was like milk and cotton, and her hair like the midnight sky above them. Her golden eyes enticed him like nothing had ever done, until he thought that his mind would be lost within them.

Suddenly, a feeling he had never known overcame him as he felt his hands move of their own will further and further down her sides, covered by her silken kimono, until they reached her thighs. His breathing became heavy as he moved his fingers over her thigh... to a place he knew was forbidden. “Hiroshi... what--?”

She did not see it? He removed his hand from her as he drew back slightly. “Oh, Nozomi... forgive me.” He gasped, waking from the passion he had felt. “I do not know what overcame me...” But he did know, and he knew very well. His passion had begun to get the best of him and he had imagined things he should not have. He wished to take her, to make her his own, but as he looked within her eyes, he saw the question there. Did she not know what love making was? He sighed.

“Tell me, Hiroshi... what it was... that overcame you.” He gasped and flushed red. She knew ... as if she could read his very thoughts. “No, only your eyes...” She whispered. His eyes widened andhe closed them tight. “I...I...” He did not know why it was so very difficult for him to speak now. He was not so weak as to not have the courage to speak to a woman! He opened his eyes and turned his gaze upon her.

“You have lovely eyes...” He said, “... perfect are you, Nozomi, to me you are the most beautiful being I have ever beheld. And while my heart tells me I should not, for there is so much about you, Nozomi, that frightens me... your magic that you cast upon all those whom you meet... I want to touch you... kiss you...” but he looked away from her eyes as they questioned his words.

“You will not hurt me?” She asked timidly, and instantly he regretted what he had said, for it brought back memories of when he had first met her. Many had touched her, but not good, for they were evil men that only wished her harm. He saw the fear in her eyes as he raised his hand to her head and buried his fingers in her hair. He smiled reasuringly, looking down to her. “Do not... touch...me.” The young woman said in a voice barely over a whisper, “Men have touched me before, Hiroshi... touched me in the way I know you speak of and they hurt me.”

“Nozomi, you silly girl.” He chuckled, “I would never hur you... never.” and he lowered his hand from out of her hair and gently his fingers grazed over her kimono. He felt her stiffen beneath his touch, but the moment he captured her stare, she eased, for he nestled his head to her cheek, kissing the corner of her mouth as he stroked her sides.

He was so beautiful and regal... Nozomi sighed as he kissed her neck once more. His gaze took away all of her fear she had ever known as he kissed her. He did not close his eyes, nor did she, so captivated by he other were they. To find true love, one is hard put to, but when it is found, oh! It is a glorious thing!

“Let me touch you...” Hiroshi whispered, “... Let me make love to you, my soul, my dearheart.” but she was hesitant to reply, her memory crowded suddenly by things evil men had done to her in her grim past.

But, then, why had she beenso urged to call him to her? She thought to herself as he looked long upon her, waiting for her answer. she longed for the delight of his pressence. She longed to see him again... she did not wish to be shut away in her chamber... away from him.

Perhaps, deep in her heart, she had wanted him to touch her, to caress her as gently and lovingly as she knew he would. But still she was frightened. She knew not how to please him... she did not know what to expect from him. In her mind, she was still fearful of the rough, mean hands of the evil men from long ago. She knew Hiroshi was not evil, but still she was frightened.

“What ...will you do?” She asked, lowering her gaze from his penetrating black eyes. He kissed her brow lightly and she smiled faintly at the wonderful touch of his lips.

“Let me show you, love.” He whispered, his voice low and...pleading? She gave him no answer, but he slowly, very slowly, lowered his head from her cheek to her neck, kissing her gently. His kisses moved lower, to the neck of her kimono. She felt his hands travel over her waist, to her belly, where a thick band and not an obi fastened her kimono shut about her.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he pulled gently at the sash she wore, pulling it around so he could see the bow he wished to let loose. His actions were slow and cautious, to show her that she had nothing to fear. But when he heard no breath coming from her lips, he looked quickly to her and saw that her face was deathly white.

“Oh! Lady!” He chuckled, kissing her nose, “Do not be frightened!” but he saw no chane in her face, no dimming of her fear. He tilted his head and said: “I will stroke you...” And he slowly edged his hand into her kimono, keeping his eyes steady upon her own, her golden depths studying his face with such a tension within them, it nearly pained him.

When his fingers felt the softness of her skin upon her belly, he sighed and laid his cheekto her own. She smiled and kissed his brow. “I will not harm you...” He whispered, his fingers dancing over her skin, easing the tension she felt.

Nozomi felt her fear slowly begining to ease away as Hiroshi kissed her cheek and ran his hand over her belly in a soothing manner. This young man could never cause her any harm, she did not know why she had been so frightened. She smiled and said: “Your hands are rough.”

His hand nearly ceased to touch her as he pulled his head away to look upon her, but a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Forgive me. They are the hands of a samurai.”

Nozomi swalowed hard, her next words coming to her through a nearly closed mouth. “Don’t stop.” She murmmered, and his gaze fell upon her sharply. He said nothing, shocked that her fear was gone, that she should allow him to touch her as no one ever had... to show his deepest love for her.

“You... are not frightened?” He asked, his brow raised. She shook her head slowly, laying her hands upon his own. “I am not frightend.” She said, “How can I be frightened, my Hiroshi, if I am with you? As I said, samurai, you make me smile.”

He laughed in joy, but so shocked was he that she should give him this honor freely, his laugh came out of him merely as a staggered breath.

Nozomi brought his hands to the bow of her sash that fastened her kimono and laid them still there. “I love you, Hiroshi... I always have.” She whispered. She brought her hands to his haori and pulled it away from one shoulder. His shock still evident, Hiroshi helped her to remove the haori completely, and he lay it beside them. however, he fumbled and his fingers suddenly became quite clumsy.

Nozomi giggled. “Let me.” She said gently, “I will do it for you.” and Hiroshi let fall his hands to his side. He still knelt beside her. She reached up to his shoulders and slid her fingers down the opening of his kimono unitl they came to the sash around his hakama.

Nozomi slowly pulled it open, her breath hitching in her throat as she saw that his skin was beautiful, perfect and firm. Her eyes wide, she let his kimono fall to his elbows, along with the yukata beneath. She said nothing, but raised her hands to lay them upon his chest. However, before she could do this her own self, he took her hands and lay them there instead, longing to feel her touch on his bare skin.

Nozomi delighted in the feel of him, but still she said nothing. “...oh...” She mumbled and he chuckled.
“Nozomi?” Hiroshi asked with a smile, “I have never known you to act so ...human as this night.”But she shook her head.

“I do not know what has become of me.” She answered, and she slowly ran her hands up his chest until they reached his shoulders. “I am confused...” He placed one arm on her opposite side and leaned down over her, kissing her cheek and her brow, whisperin loving words as she spoke to him.

“...I do not know what I feel... I know I feel my love for you, but...” She traced her finger across his fair face as he watched her, his black eyes so very gentle and peaceful... unlike she had ever seen them be. “...I did not know why I called you to me, Hiroshi,...”

Hiroshi lowered his hands to the sash around her waist and pulled at the bow there. It fell undone. She gasped when she felt the cold night air touch her bare skin. he grinned as if he were a young boy once more and lay his hand upon her belly, letting it wander over her delicate skin. “... Do you know why, Hiroshi?” She finally asked.

He chuckled and said: “I do not know why, love, but I don’t think I will ever know what goes through your faerie mind... it is to complex for a lowly samurai to know.” She thought to herself, nodding her head slowly.

“Hiroshi, I only wanted to see you, I think. I could not stand being alone in the dark of my chamber walls.” Nozomi said. She sighed and as her traveling fingers touched his silken hair, she found it fastened into a samurai knot at the back of his head. He nodded his head and allowed her to pull away the tie that bound the cascade of midnight black from falling over his shoulders.

His hair tumbled over his shoulders and about them both like a veil of blackness as he leaned so low over her. Hiroshi admired the way the blackness of their hair together contrasted with the paleness of her skin, and it seemed to make her glow even more in the moonlight. His eyes seemed to change at the sight of her now, her bare skin and her kimono soft to his touch as he lowered his lips to her belly, kissing her there.

Nozomi gasped at the warmth of his lips, but the pleasure that his warm lips gave to her only grew more and more rapidly as his kisses trailed up her belly, to her breast. He was silent to listen to her as he pulled away her kimono to reveal her white breasts.

He lifted his mouth away from her flesh, and reached down to where her kimono still covered her legs. With a single glance to her, she nodded and allowed him to pull away the cloth from her legs and from her most secret place. His eyes were dazed with lust and passion as he kissed her belly once more, closing his eyes to the sweet smell of lavander that seemed to hang about her.

Nozomi sighed deeply, as if one has taken a drink after a long draught, and she squirmed beneath him as his hot kisses trailed down and down, further and further until they reached her inner thighs. She crumpled up to his leaning form, wrapping her arms about his waist as one of his hands left her sides and flitted its fingers over her hidden treasures.

Hiroshi moaned deep in his throat as she gasped in his ear, uttering sounds of sheer pleasure and want while his fingers grazed her sensitive womanhood tenderly, careful not to hurt her.

The young samurai’s hands were timid and unsure, for he had never loved before. He was facinated by Nozomi’s squirming form as his fingers caused her such wonderful pleasure, her body convulsing against his hand. “H-Hi...Hiroshi...!” She gaped as she lay back down upon the moss and moon-flowers.

She closed her eyes tight from the pleasure and gasped and moaned to the darkness about her, her voice echoing, lilting over the boughs of the trees, all a chorus of bells and chimes.

Fearfull that they should be heard, Hiroshi lay his finger upon her lips to shush her. Her eyes opened, the gold of them flashed brightly for a moment as her legs closed around Hiroshi’s body, his fingers quickening their speed over her secret little nub. Her breath became heavy and ragged, and her body began to arch and twist, but Hiroshi did not see this quite fully.

Nozomi’s eyes... what was she? He leaned over her again and kissed her. Nozomi returned his kiss as a warmness grew in her belly and spread like fire over
her legs and womanhood. Such a wonderful feeling came to her as she gasped and broke the lover’s kiss.

“Oh... Hiroshi!” She cried in a ragged voice that was so unlike her own, for her’s was clear and sweet. Hiroshi smiled mescheiviously for a moment as he felt her muscles tighten in her legs about him, her secret place tightened and convulsed madly.

Hiroshi nearly came himself as he watched the beauty beneath him come about his fingers. He sighed in delight as he brought his face to her own. “You see?” He said with a smile, “I will not harm you.” and he kissed her sweaty brow long and lingering, the salt of her sweat sweet to his lips.

Hiroshi stroked her cheek as he watched her golden eyes dim to their right state. “I love you, my samurai.” She whispered. He smiled once more and kissed her lips yet again, only now, he lifted his leg over her own as she lay them down and he straddled her.

Hiroshi lay his hands upon her flesh and felt of her again, delighting in teh feel of her softness. She could feel something hard against her belly as he leaned over her to kiss her... it was then that she truly grew frightened.

Knowing what it was and dreading it, she backed away from Hiroshi, shaking her head furiously. “No, no, no,no...” She mumbled.

Hiroshi looked down to his hakama and saw that indeed he had grown hard and that it was rather uncomfortable to be restrained by layers and layers of cloth. He saw why Nozomi was frightened and quickly he went to her, holding her close as she sobbed in fear.

“Hush now, my love!” He whispered in her ear, “Hush! You are a silly girl...” and she looked at him sharply.

“Hiroshi, I cannot... please you!” She sobbed, “I know little of this wonderous...love making, and--” but Hiroshi raised a finger to her lips to quiet her sobs as he lay her back down. She shook her head, but he only smiled. “I heard, Hiroshi, from other women...” Nozomi’s voice chirpped, “...that it is painful?”

Hiroshi was silent as he looked over her. “I do not know, love.” He said truthfully, “For you are... have ever been... my only woman.” and here Nozomi’s sobs quieted and she said: “Then you are a virgin... like me?”

Hiroshi chuckled and nodded his head. “Yes,” He said. “I am just like you.... if you are frightened, allow me to help you ease your fear. I know little of what it is that I do, so we are a perfect match!” And he laughed lightly, making his lady smile and flush red. She nodded her head slowly in agreement. “Well, aren’t we a fine couple!”

She kissed his hand tenderly as it found its way across her lips. “Let me make you mine...” Hiroshi murmmered as he released the sash around his waist
and allowed his hakama fall about his knees. Nozomi’s eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped open slightly as her gaze flinched up to his face once more. It was solemn... the new light in his eyes shining brighter than it had before.

As Hiroshi lay his hakama beside his haori and kimono, Nozomi’s heart began to beat furiously in her breast. She looked to him frantically as he placed his hands on either side of her. “Hiroshi...” She murmmered. Nozomi saw a look in his eye that she had never seen before, it was almost animal to her, and she questioned it in her mind.

Hiroshi captured her lips in a searing kiss, prying her mouth with his tongue as his hands slolwy stroked her face and ran their fingers through her hair. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms about his waist, drawing him to her for the blessed delight that were in his kisses.

Hiroshi pulled his lips from hers in a staggered breath. He was thoughtful for a moment, and Nozomi could only guess what it was that he was thinking. He smiled mescheiviously for a breif moment before taking her by the waist and in a sharp, quick movement he rolled over to his back, her lithe form mounted atop him.

“Nozomi...” He murmmered his true love’s name as his eyes feasted upon her fair body sittind atop him. His heart beat furiously in his chest as his hands remained upon her waist. “...Let me take you... I pray you.” And, surprisingly, she nodded her head in allowance. Her eyes were large and wide with admiration for him, for he was strong and yet gentle, his eyes no longer sad as they looked upon her.

Nozomi felt no fear as her lover raised her by her waist and lifted her over his errect manhood. She closed her eyes as he thrust his hips forward and lowered her simultaniously onto him.

Hiroshi breathed in releif as he felt her lower upon him with very little hinderance, and only a very small gasp of pain escaped from her tightly clenched lips. She eased as he lightened his touch upon her and laid his head back for a moment.

The young samurai had secretly longed for this blisslful union ever since he had first lain eyes upon the beautiful young maiden, but never, he thought, would he feel it come.

She was so beautiful and magical... that she would come to love a simple young samurai with a troubled past and a grim future was beyond Hiroshi, oh, but he loved her so for it!

Nozomi sighed deeply, her tension leaving her as her lover’s eyes left her for but a moment... she felt a sharp quick pain within her, but it was over in a thrust of her samurai’s strong hips. She loved her samurai, her young man... her completion. The girl smiled, blushing as Hiroshi looked upon her once more. He chuckled and tickled her sides and she rolled in laughter, causing Hiroshi to gasp in pleasure at the movement of her hips. Nozomi fell silent, hearing his pleasurable little moan.

“What did I do?” She asked timidly, “Was it my laughter?” but Hiroshi shook his head quickly.
“No,” He said. At her question, he tightened his holdon her waist, moving his hands firmly down her sides until they fell still upon her hips.

With a quick glance to her, he slowly began to move her body over him. Her eyes closed at the pleasure this caused the both of them; her head fell back and her lips opened, though no words would come from her throat.

“I never...” Hiroshi moaned, but Nozomi shushed him quickly with a small kiss upon his chest as she leaned forward over him, pulling his hands away from her as she came to know the rythm he so desired.

Hiroshi felt her body’s every movement over him, each flinch of her muscles a new wave of pleasure and delight to him. Nozomi felt no less of her lover. She could feel his leangth within her, moving and tightening, pushing forward... further and further with each thrust of his hips.

Finally,witha loud moan from Nozomi, Hiroshi reached her ultimate spot of enjoyment, the place deep within her that caused her body to twitch and convulse with each thrust he made. Her face brightened, a grin curling the corners of her rosy lips as she gasped for air.

“H-Hi-Hiroshi...oh, love!”She gasped as he quickened his pace. Their bodies united as one, they were a beautiful sight to any who should happen to see them, for their love shone bright about them, shone bright in each other’s eyes as they gazed long upon the other.

Hiroshi raised his hands to wrap its fingers in her flowing locks as her breath became heavier and heavier, ragged with each thrust he made to her. Her moans became louder as she felt a growing warmth in her belly. Her head was light and her thoughts marred and blurred as she felt his manhood touch her deep within time and time again, again, and again.

She clenched her fingernails into his flesh as she arched her back, the warmth in her belly exploding over her lover’s leangth and onto his hips as she cried out his name in short, ragged breaths to the night.

Hiroshi smiled as he felt his lady convulse around him, he was proud of his work and proud of her own. His head swam as he laid down,pressinghis body to the earth as he felt his end reaching him. His leangth he could feel pulsing within her tight, warm flesh... and when she came about him, he was soon to follow. He clenched his teeth and moaned deep, deep within his throat, crumpling up to her form as his release came to him like a wave of volcanic heat. He spilled his seed into her and she then became forever his own, his lady...and he became her own

Nozomi fell weary and utterly spent over Hiroshi as the waves of pleasure subsided from them both. She closed her eyes and lay her head on his chest as he whispered words of love into her ears. He stroked her ebony head and her milky white shoudlers and back while she grasped his waist as if for dear life.

“You are mine.” She murmmered. He chuckled. “Am I?”He laughed, she smiled and kissed his flesh.

“You are.” She whispered. “You are forever mine. I will never forsake you... nor will I ever, ever betray you. Is that not how love should be?”

“It is...” Hiroshi said quietly, kissing her brow as she raise dher head to look upon his sweet face. He smiled. “Love is that way, Nozomi... , my Nozomi. And did I frighten you very horribly?”

Nozomi giggled and shook her head defiantly. “No man frightens me... and why would you ask, my Hiroshi? I said it is you who makes me smile. You will allways make me smile.”
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Weeeellll... there ya go! You like?if you have any cmoments, questions or critisism,PLEASE REVEIW!!!??? Any hoo... thanks for reading my first ever... um... love scene!