13 Tsunami

"Saera…" Jin murmured.

"You said you wanted to kiss me."

"Yes, but.." He held her waist delicately and kissed her delicately, too, his lips always dancing away from hers at the last moment. "I can't always get what I want…"

Saera pressed against him harder, chasing him like a predator, reaching to undo the ties he had just fastened on his shirt. The fire inside her burned hotly, too strong to be quenched by the weak splashes of affection he was giving her.

Jin protested weakly as her hands loosened the last knot on his shirt and it fell open, exposing the smooth muscled chest beneath. Saera pushed the fabric down over his shoulders without breaking the kiss, his breath like ambrosia against her lips. She knew if she faltered for a second, he would stiffen and pull away like he always did.

Jin let her kiss him, the turmoil in him building up to new heights. His focus began to narrow until all he could feel and see was her: her hands brushing against his face, the quiet sound of her breaths, the slender curve of her waist beneath his hands. When she breathed out a soft, throaty moan, his resolve cracked straight through the center like broken stone. He pulled his arms from his shirt and wrapped them around her, in awe of how soft and small her body was when it pressed against him. Saera ran admiring hands over his arms and chest, and Jin's breathing quickened in pace. It was suddenly stifling hot in the room, though it had been cool and pleasant only a moment prior.

Jin's hands, which had been gentle just a moment before, roamed over her body with the urgency of a depraved man. Saera felt as if her very skin was aflame, burning through all the oxygen in the room. The thin fabric of her blouse did little to stifle the heat of his touch. Trying to fight back, her fingers floated below his belt and pressed against him, triggering a low growl from Jin. His sense of urgency only intensified as she undid the cord on his trousers and gave him an abrupt shove backwards, pushing him against the bed.

Boldly, Saera kissed down his neck and chest, feeling the hard muscle of Jin's abdomen ripple beneath her lips as he fell back on his elbows. As she approached his hips, Jin let out a hard exhale, watching her with half closed, smoldering eyes. His head tilted back, and a low groan slipped out from his throat.

"Oh, gods…"

Saera continued, feeling his legs begin to tremble like leaves in the wind. His face twisted, suffering from such beautiful torture, but he stayed still, his hands gently holding her hair out of her face. When his shaking became stronger, Saera increased in pace, and Jin's grasp on her hair tightened unconsciously. He groaned as she continued, her hand against his thigh, and when she bobbed her head faster he clenched the bedsheets in his hands, gritting his teeth.

"Saera…" his voice was breathless and strained, but she didn't relent. She pushed him rhythmically closer and closer to the edge, his brain fogging with more delirium than ever before. His breath started to come quick and fast. A voice in the back of his mind warned him to stop before it was too late, but it was so dim in comparison to the pleasure he was feeling that he quickly forgot it. Jin surrendered to the tsunami raising up inside of him, preparing to crash down unhindered, yearning for the release.

And suddenly, the sensation was gone, like he'd been thrust into ice cold water. Saera had stopped. She stood and kissed his neck, letting the tsunami to fade away, leaving Jin burning with more desire than even before. His gasped in shock and frustration as he wrestled with the waves within him. He'd been so close.

Saera climbed on top of him. "From now on, kiss me when you want to," she murmured into his ear, nipping at the lobe with her teeth.

"I… I…" Jin could barely answer, his body was screaming so loudly. Saera kissed his neck, her tongue running lightly over his skin. "Okay! Alright, I will…"

She kissed him, and he could feel her lips twist into a smile. Sensing what she was about to do, he wrapped his arms around her small waist, holding her down. When she made motion to slide off the bed again, he held her firmly.

"Jin." She pushed at his hands, laughing. "Jin, let me go."

"No more…" He buried his face in her chest, breathing her in. "We should stop…"

She pushed on his shoulders, squirming to get free. "Jin!" The silk of her robe was slick against his skin. Her breast brushed against his jaw and the movement incinerated the bit of control he had managed to get back, instantly burning it to ash. Jin succumbed without any more effort to fight back, flopping back against the bed, eyes half closed.

Jin felt as though he was losing consciousness periodically, the waves of heat rushing through him were so strong. He trembled, his entire body quivering, as the pressure mounted up inside him a second time. Dimly worried, he sat up and reached to push Saera away, but she ignored his hand and renewed her efforts with such vigour that he climaxed right away, the sudden rush too much for him to handle.

"AH…" his entire body tensed and then he folded on himself, the strength of his climax forcing his arms down to rest on his knees. He panted as the last waves swept through him, his hair covering his eyes, and Saera retreated to sit on the floor, amazed at how powerfully he'd finished. She wiped her mouth innocently on the back of her hand.

"Saera.." he reached for her weakly, a wan look on his face. "Don't-"

She blinked at him, her face flushed prettily.

"Ahh….. " Jin hung his head in defeat and shame, still working to catch his breath. He'd lost every battle in such a short amount of time. Saera watched him, admiring the muscles of his arms, the definition in his heaving chest, the way his hair hung over his forehead. He raised his eyes to look at her through his hair and she flushed with pleasure at feeling his eyes upon her. His gaze was smoky, and her own desire burned brightly in her chest. She pushed it away for another time, climbing back on the bed to wrap her arms around him from behind.

"I hope you liked that." She nuzzled his neck gently. Giving him pleasure had made her happy, and made her desire him even more.

"I…" Jin groaned, at a loss for words. He was so frustrated, and what he really wanted to do was push her against the soft blankets and return every inch of the pleasure she'd given him. It was only the fear of the repercussions that held him back: if he broke the contract, there would be suffering for many people, not just him. Saera was one of them.

She planted a warm kiss on his cheek, waiting for his answer.

"Of course I liked it…I loved it. And I want to do more…" He turned to kiss her, brushing her hair back from her face. "But it's risky… we can't consummate-"

"We didn't." Saera grinned.

Jin laughed harshly at her workaround. She was cleverly respecting his request, finding loopholes, but he knew it wasn't enough to satiate him. Every kiss made it harder for him to resist. Even now he was again tempted by her, acutely aware of her arms wrapped around him, her hair soft on his cheek.

"We can do this again whenever you want." She flashed him a playful grin and then stood and stretched, smug at her small victory. "Are you hungry?" She made her way casually to the wardrobe to dress, running her fingers through her hair and discarding her robe on the floor.

Jin punched a pillow and fell back against the bed with a frustrated exhale.