What the New Year Brings

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WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.

Chapter 43-Not Their First "Good Morning" Nor Their Last

Somewhere outside I hear a rooster crowing. I slowly open up my eyes and see that the room is still dark with only the lightest tint of early morning gray.

At some point in the middle of the night I had changed positions. I'm no longer in Kakashi's arms, but laying flat on my stomach, my arms tucked beneath my head, facing away from him.

I turn myself over, moving as slowly and gently as I possibly can so that I don't wake up Kakashi.

Once I'm on my side and facing him, I see that he's hardly moved since we both drifted off to sleep. He's still laying on his back, but now he has an arm thrown over his face to cover up his eyes.

For a moment I take in how little stubbles of hair have grown on his cheeks and chin overnight, how his chest slowly but steadily rises and falls as he sleeps, how he's managed to kick the blanket completely off of him, and how he's-

My eyes widen and I feel my face start to heat up.

I mean, I know it's perfectly natural. Heck, he had the same problem the first night I slept with him, but didn't "sleep" with him. And as a medic I know that it's necessary. If he doesn't get that way every night (because it actually happens at night not during the morning like a lot of people think) then it wouldn't be good for him. It's the one thing that keeps his tissue down there healthy and from literally withering away while he sleeps. So I understand the why behind it, it's just...Well, girls don't have anything like that happen to them and it takes some getting used to. Besides, it sort of snaked out through the slit of his boxers and because of his breathing and the blood pumping into it, it's...bobbing.

Kakashi suddenly stirs and I quickly move my eyes back up to his face. He moves his arm off of his eyes to rest it on his forehead instead, then slowly turns his head to look at me, his one dark eye focusing onto both of mine.

I smile at him, hoping that he can't see the guilt and embarrassment written all over my burning face.

Lucky for me he only smiles back and spreads out his free arm flat across the bed, palm up, silently beckoning for me to snuggle with him.

I obligingly scoot the small distance over to him and feel his arm immediately wrap around me, absorbing me into his embrace...And I'm back to where I started: My head pillowed against his chest and the length of my body pressed against his side.

And now I'm staring straight at it.

And it's still bobbing.

So, I have two choices: A) I can be really embarrassed about being inadvertently made to stare straight at it, or B) I can consider this an opportunity.

I go with B.

I reach out and gently place my hand on top of it. The first thing I notice is its texture. The skin is unbelievably soft and silky, but it also seems quite fragile, like if I made the slightest wrong move, then my fingernails would immediately nick it and cause it to bleed. In contrast, the muscle underneath is anything but fragile and vulnerable. It's hard, the way the muscles on your bicep turn hard when you flex your arm, and it's thick. Thick enough that I can wrap my fingers around it and give it a gentle squeeze.

Kakashi lets out a pleasured moan.

Oh, okay. That wasn't my intention, but hey...

I gently squeeze him again, this time moving my hand from right below the mushroom shaped head, down to his base, and back up again.

Again, Kakashi lets out a pleasured moan, and again I just go with it.

I continue to stroke him, but notice something that makes doing so a little difficult. As soft as the flesh is, it's not slippery so it makes the up and down movement of my hand rough rather than smooth.

A solution immediately pops into my head and I lift my head off of Kakashi's chest to put my idea to practice.

Positioning myself between his legs, I take Kakashi into my hand and hold him firmly, but not too firmly so as not to hurt him. Then, I lick the underside of his cock from base to tip before opening up my mouth and wrapping my lips around the head, swirling my tongue around and around the tender flesh.

Kakashi moans even louder.

Pleased with his response, I take him further into my mouth as far as I can take him without choking and again swirl and press my tongue against the simultaneously soft and hard member. I steadily bob my head up and down over and around it, imitating with my mouth what I had done with my hand earlier. I finally let up on him when I feel that I can hold my breath no longer, removing him from my throat so that I can breathe again, but I make up for the loss of the warmth and pleasure of my mouth by squeezing him with my hand once more.

My plan worked. Now my hand easily glides up and down against him, so much easier in fact that I can stroke him faster now.

Kakashi lets out a strangled moan and when I look up at his face I see that his eyes are squeezed tightly shut and his mouth has taken on a grimace.

In any other situation it would be the facial expression of someone in pain, but considering the circumstance I know it's because I'm making him feel really, really good.

I pump him a few more times before Kakashi firmly places his hand on top of mine, indicating for me to stop. I look up at him questioningly, but he only raises himself up off the bed and gently pushes me down flat on my back.

He moves his hand down between my legs and I feel his fingertips gently brush against me through my panties. His middle finger has found the bump of my clit through the thin cloth and he's rubbing against it over and over again. If I was already aroused while squeezing and sucking on him, then I'm even more aroused now. The repetitive contact of his finger against that extremely sensitive part of me is causing all the other parts of my body to respond in turn. It's making my breasts ache, longing to be squeezed and sucked. It's making my heart beat faster, and my breathing shallower and quicker. And it's making me burn and tingle between my legs, aching for more of his touch.

Kakashi slips his hand under the band of my panties, first parting my outer lips with his finger, then dipping his finger shallowly inside to bring the dampness there up to my clit to help lubricate it and make rubbing against it easier.

As his hand moves up and down beneath my panties, I quickly realize that his hand is quite big and my panties are quite small. So in fear of him ruining my perfectly good panties (Not to mention that it'll make things more convenient for him and me both) I hook my thumbs underneath the elastic band at my hips and pull the fabric down.

Kakashi stops the movement of his hand long enough so that I can bring my panties down and off my legs, but he doesn't remove his hand or budge a single inch, opting to keep his hand clutched securely between my legs.

Once the panties are completely off, he resumes rubbing me uninhibited, lifting up the protective hood of flesh over my clit with one hand so that the other can continue to tease the now engorged bundle of nerves faster and more vigorously than before. It makes the burning and tingling sensation deep inside of me even more intense. It makes me desperate for something to fill me up, for something my inner muscles to squeeze around. Right when I'm about to beg Kakashi for exactly that, he slips one finger, then two inside of me and I instantly feel a wave of relief.

He moves his fingers slowly in and out at first, letting me adjust to their intrusion. It feels good, like they're gently rubbing away the burning need I had felt only seconds before. Kakashi keeps up his languid pace for awhile, letting me savor and enjoy the sensation. I would be perfectly content if he kept doing what he was doing for a very long time, but apparently he has other ideas.

Without warning he suddenly quickens his pace, pistoning his fingers in and out at a blurred speed. My body jolts with each driving thrust and I have no choice but to breathe in ragged huffs. What he's doing is undeniably rough and thoughts of telling him to stop race through my mind, but I don't because something big is building up inside of me and if I tell him to stop now I know that the feeling will quickly dissipate and that's the last thing I want. So instead I turn myself towards him, wrap my arms around his neck, and hold on for dear life. Again and again, I feel his fingertips press against the burning ball of heat deep inside of me and, completely beyond my control, spurts of water splash against his still relentlessly pumping hand. There's no mistaking it: I'm coming. Hard. Kakashi thrusts his fingers into me a few more times, then thankfully slows back down to a gentle, in and out pace.

Breathless and heart frantically racing, I feel absolutely euphoric and completely satisfied. I smile exhaustedly at Kakashi who smiles back at me. Then, he slowly slips his fingers out, lays on his side with his back to me, and reaches out for something on the floor on his side of the bed. When he lays back down on his back, he's holding a little foil packet in his hand and carefully tearing it.

And then it all becomes clear.

Kakashi didn't do what he did to me for the sole purpose of satisfying me (Although satisfy me he did). He also did it to make me as wet as possible for him.

Kakashi rolls the last inch of rubber onto himself, then turns on his side to face me, still holding the rim of the condom in place with his hand.

Still worn out from my recent orgasm, I flip myself on my side facing away from him so that he can enter me from behind. If he insists on wearing me out even more, then I'm sorry, but he's going to have to do all the work! I'll just have to make it up to him the next time around!

I feel him rub his tip up and down my now soaked slit a few times before I feel the pressure of him slowly enter, sinking deeper and deeper inside of me. Kakashi and I let out a mutual groan of relief when he's finally completely in.

Slowly, I feel him pull himself partway out before slowly sliding himself back in. It feels incredibly good, so much so that I want nothing more than for him to do what he's doing over and over again. So I reach behind me, put my hand on his hip, and silently tell him that. Kakashi obliges without hesitation.

After several of his hard thrusts, I learn that if I don't put my hands up against the wall that my side of the bed is pushed up against, then Kakashi is probably going to push me right up against it. So to brace myself and for better leverage I lay my hands flat against the wall and push hard against it at the same time Kakashi pushes himself hard into me.

And to give himself better leverage, Kakashi lifts my leg up high in the air and readjusts his angle to drive himself into me even deeper.

Before long, our breaths are coming out in uneven huffs and we're both getting close. I can tell that I am because once again the ball of heat deep inside of me is building up, and I can tell that Kakashi is by the way he's no longer pushing into me with long, measured strokes, but with short, erratic ones whose sole purpose is to drive into me as quickly as possible, and being Kakashi, that means at an inhuman speed that my poor body can't take for much longer. I'm already feeling the waves of pleasure overtake me when Kakashi brings his hand to my front and rubs his fingertips against my clit as quickly as he's pistoning himself in and out of me. Needing some form of release, I scream as hard as I can into the mattress, but even through my screams I still hear Kakashi's loud groan as he, too, reaches his climax.

Kakashi pushes himself as hard as he can into me one last time, but rather than immediately pull out afterwards, he keeps himself buried deep inside of me, and pulls me into his embrace, curling his body around me so that his chest is pressed hard against my back. Then, he lifts his head off the pillow, kisses me on the cheek, and says to me panting: "And good morning to you!"

I laugh and snuggle deeper into his embrace.

Yes, it's definitely a good morning!

To be continued...

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Medical info about "that":

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