Shrine Of The DEAD Part 5

Takashi could hardly believe that he was kissing Saeko Busujima of all people. What more, he couldn't believe that she was kissing him back. But then, a lot of unbelievable things had been happening lately, ever since the dead had decided to get up and start walking around. But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was the two of them.

Takashi decided to push his luck by tapping her lips with his tongue. He felt her hesitate for a moment before she opened up for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. One of his hands came up to cup her cheek as they proceeded to make-out.

When they broke apart, their faces remained close together, their foreheads resting against each other. Their eyes opened and they stared into the other's hooded gaze, a blush present on both their faces. Saeko leaned into his hand, and he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, admiring the smoothness of her skin.

"Takashi," she whispered.

"Saeko," he whispered back.

They came together again, exchanging deep, open-mouthed kisses. There was no hesitation on Saeko's part this time as her tongue dueled with his just as surely as she wielded her sword. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders, and she took handfuls of his jacket, pulling him closer.

Takashi took it a step further, placing his hands on her lower back and pulling her flush against him so they were pressed against each other, both of them sitting on their knees. His lower body reacted, and he felt himself grow hard. He knew that Saeko must feel it with the way they were pressed together, and he wondered how she would react.

A light whimper escaped her when she felt his hardness, but she only pressed herself against him, her hands going from gripping his jacket to wrapping her arms around his neck to bring them even closer. Lust started to cloud both of their minds as their desires took over.

They eventually came apart for air, both of them panting heavily, and not just from the lack of oxygen. The need for each other was greater though, and they quickly resumed their make-out session. But as much as Takashi enjoyed the softness of Saeko's lips and the sensation of her tongue rubbing against his, he wanted to explore other parts of her.

Detaching his lips from hers, he began trailing kisses down the side of her face. Reaching up, he pushed her hair out of the way and pressed a kiss to her neck. Saeko let out a deep sigh as her head fell back, exposing more of her throat to him. Her eyes slid shut in pleasure as she ran her hands through his hair, discovering that it was rather soft, despite its spiky appearance. She pulled his face closer as his lips and tongue teased her heated flesh.

Takashi grew bolder and reached up to grab her breast. Saeko's eyes flew open in surprise, but they soon slid shut once more as she relished in the feel of his hands on her, even if it was through her clothes. She wanted more though, she wanted him to actually touch her bare skin. The fire he had started inside her when they kissed was quickly turning into a raging inferno.

When she didn't object to his touch, he pressed his luck even further. With his other hand, he took hold of the ribbon on her school uniform and gave it a tug. He faced no protests from her, and proceeded to pop open each button down her shirt. And when the last button came undone, he pushed her top open, revealing the dark purple lacey bra he had seen through her shirt when he had gotten her wet earlier. His lips moved lower, and he began peppering kisses over the newly exposed skin of her chest.

Saeko hissed in pleasure and leaned back. Takashi's arms went around her lower back to support her as he buried his face in her bosom. She held him against her chest as he kissed along the line of her bra, but it wasn't enough, she wanted to touch him too. Her hands moved from his hair to the top of his jacket, and she began to push it off him. With his arms around her though, she was unable to get it down any further. Fortunately, he got the message, and he released her in order to shrug completely out of his jacket.