Sango was breathing heavily and almost too deep into afterglow from her first sexual experience with her husband. After a moment Miroku kissed her ear and whispered the question again.
She turned her head and kissed him on the lips. Though her face was flush, Miroku thought Sango blushed when she uncharacteristically stammered, "I... I don't know about the details, but, umm you need time before you, umm, as a man, can..."
Miroku saved her from further awkwardness with a kiss. I'll have to remember to not talk dirty with her for awhile, Miroku thought as his hand lightly brushed her hair and he withdrew from the kiss to look into her cocoa eyes with his plum ones.
"Yes. Without going into how I know, I won't be ready to be, uh, responsive, for a little bit," he said.
Sango frowned slightly, but then smiled. "I know what you can do until then," she said.
Miroku nodded and responded in mock submission, "Yes, my love." He moved to go down on his beautiful bride. His tongue was just starting to lick her jewel when she interrupted him.
"No, beloved. I meant you could continue with the tickling," she explained. "I'm even more sensitive in my torso."
"Oh," he replied and delivered a parting kiss to her clitoris. "Well, you how much I love your lower body," Miroku said and evaded the reflexive slap from Sango as his fingers ran over the sides of Sango's well-rounded derriere. "Still, I'm eager to pleasure your upper body if you wish," he finished and slid his nimble fingers to her exposed sides.
Sango laughed loudly and shook. Sango tickled her sides for minutes and then moved over to her slender stomach. Her laughter intensified and her breasts bounced. Miroku sighed that it did not arouse him yet, but was glad for the sight and shared joy.
Sango asked insincerely to stop, and Miroku continued knowing she would signal if she truly wanted him to cease. His hands finally moved to her pits, were she seemed to be most susceptible. Her screams were loud enough that Inuyasha and Kagome, who were walking together nearby outside hand-in-hand, looked at each other with raised eyebrows before continuing on their stroll. Takes all kinds, they both thought.
"I'm running out of places to pleasure slash torment you," Miroku said as he moved his fingers from her pits to the back of her neck. She was ticklish there, but not as much as her flanks, tummy, or underarms. This had the unexpected benefit of hear howling to go away and for him to listening to hear deep breathing. The sound coupled with her longing look into his eyes caused him to stop.
"Sango, I'm ready," he said and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Is this, um, position desirable?" she asked when there lips separated.
It was Miroku's turn to laugh, briefly and softly. "You are always desirable to me, my love." He kissed her lips again, and then moved to give her head again. He spent awhile stimulating her clitoris with his lips and tongues until it was wet and Sango's moaning had increased.
He moved his hardened member between her hot, firm thighs. She reached down to help guide him in. It was difficult, but not significantly painful as Sango had been told it probably would be. Sango didn't know if it was do to have had her hymen broke long ago in some of physically demanding training as a demon slayer, or because Miroku had done an amazing job with the foreplay and preparing her, or both. All she knew was waves of pleasure as her husband thrust into her at a growing tempo.
She made encouraging sounds, but Miroku had to remind himself to not go too quickly. He slowed his humping and took time to admire and caress her. He moved his hands across her lovely thighs and put his head into her cleavage. Mindful of avoiding her rump, his hands slide to her hips as he kissed her boobs and licked her nipples.
Sango wrapped her arms around his neck and gently pulled his head up slightly as his hands approached her rack. They massaged her fun bags as Miroku kissed her throat and then her lips. Sango wrapped her powerful legs around his firm rear and he took the signal to quicken his pace again, which he enthusiastically did.
After some delightful minutes of continued thrusting, Sango reached an orgasm. Miroku was pleased since he climaxed shortly after. Like before, Miroku moved to lie next to his satisfied wife, though both were seat soaked and panting this time.
Eventually, Miroku, who hadn't been tickled minutes before the intercourse, caught his breath. "I think we should start sleeping together and stop sleeping together," he proposed.
Sango turned to him and nodded. "Agreed. We'll pick this up tomorrow. Good night." She moved to her side and backed up a little so Miroku could spoon her, which he gladly did.
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