The Five Definitions of Pleasure

Chapter Two

By: Saori

Warning: This is one of the lime chapters- for Mature audiences only. You’ve been warned.

1: a fundamental feeling that is hard to define but that people
desire to experience; "he was tingling with pleasure"

Sakura sighed happily, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow. “That was a good practice today, guys!” She exclaimed cheerfully, looking out over the cheer squad that she was captain over. She clenched her fist with a cute smirk. “If we keep this up, there’s no way we can’t take gold at the competition in two weeks!” Excited yells and delighted hoots met her statement, and Sakura couldn’t help but grin.

“Sakura’s right you guys,” Chiharu nodded, “We’ll see you next Monday, where we’ll start every day afternoon rehearsals to get ready for the competition.” Everyone started to groan, but Chiharu continued her duty as lieutenant. “But you get the rest of this week off, so enjoy!” Everyone hooted again, and they did a team break so they could leave.

“Hey, Sakura,” The emerald-eyed teenager turned at her name, smiling at her best friend questioningly. “I think your lover boy is waiting for you over there.” Sakura squinted and saw her boyfriend, Syaoran, leaning on the field’s gate, looking in her direction. Another grin broke out across her face as she sped up her pace after a goodbye wave to her friends.

“Syao!” Sakura greeted, giving a peck on his lips. Before she could get away from his equally sweaty body, he snaked his arms around her waist, and gave her a longer kiss. “Syaoran!” She chided, with a playfully disgusted face. “You’re gross from soccer.”

With a smirk, he brought a hand through his hair, before flicking a few drops of sweat from it at her. She stuck out her tongue at him, but couldn’t help laughing. “I’m gross, huh?” She saw his smirk grow, and tried to get away, but once again he captured her body in his arms. “Now we’re gross together.” He teased, rubbing the side of his face against her’s.

“I was already gross, though.” Sakura whined, trying to push him away, but he was too strong for her half-attempts. “Let’s go – I got to take a shower.”

“Actually, that’s why I’m here.” Syaoran released her begrudgingly, but kept one arm around her waist as they headed to his car. “I was going to see if you’d like to take a shower… with me?” Syaoran quirked an eyebrow at her, one side of his mouth lifted up.

Sakura blushed, and lifted her own eyebrow at him. “I take it this has to do with that whole ‘pleasure’ scheme you have going?” He grinned at her as he opened the car door.

“Oh, come on now; don’t go all shy on me.” Syaoran pouted, as he led her to his apartment by the hand.

“I’m not!” Sakura protested, even though her face was as red as a tomato. She hugged his arm, her stomach filling with butterflies. While they had done some heavy making out, they’d never seen each other completely naked. Not too long ago, she’d made them promise each other to both wait until they were eighteen to completely go all the way. It had been difficult many times, especially when Syaoran made her want to rip off her clothes and throw herself at him, but knowing she was going to wait until she was officially an adult made her feel proud.

“Sakura, don’t worry, I’ve been waiting a long time to have all of you; I’m not going to ruin it today, or any other day before when you’re ready, by attacking you just when I get you naked.” He kissed the top of her head tenderly, leading her towards his room. “Besides, this week is all about making you happy.”

“You don’t know how much that ‘pleases’ me.” Sakura said teasingly, but her words were sincere. She gave him a hungry kiss after he had closed his bedroom door. Trusting Syaoran’s self-control allowed her to do whatever she wanted without it going too far, so that’s what she did – whatever she wanted.

She peeled off his practice jersey with surprising speed, and trailed her nimble fingers up and down his broad chest, liking his groan through their kiss. He pulled away, and gave her a look. “Stop taking advantage of me – I had this all planned out.” She smirked at him, before tugging him to his adjoining bathroom while shrugging out of her light jacket. “I’m serious, Sakura, this is about me pleasuring you.”

At his pout, she rolled her eyes in a good-natured manner, and stopped what she was doing. “Go on then, I don’t have all night you big baby.” He glared at her, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away. At her raised eyebrow, a grin split his face before he pulled down his shorts with his boxers, and kicking them aside.

Sakura was aware she was full out staring, but her eyes had grown too enormous to cover, and she couldn’t really seem to find the neurons left in her one-track mind to tell her eyes to look away. He let her stare for a minute, before taking pity when her face changed a sudden and drastic scarlet color, and lifting her face to his. “Don’t mind me; let’s get started on you.”

“You shouldn’t tease me, Syaoran.” Sakura mumbled, kissing him softly, sure that he could feel the heat from her face through her lips. He slowly pulled off her tank top, giving her a long apologetic kiss while tossing it somewhere behind him.

“Sorry, Sakura,” He bit back a smile, as he pulled the shower curtain aside so he could turn on the water, wanting it to be hot when they got in. Seeing him lean over, his muscles working, and his chocolate locks spilling dangerously over his forehead, she nearly fainted. She was pretty sure she might’ve smacked his oh-so-fine ass, if he hadn’t slyly turned over his shoulder to catch her staring. “Maybe you shouldn’t have started it with the name-calling.”

“I think the truth is that you’re just very self-assured.” Sakura said, now biting back her own smile. He might have certain plans for the two of them today, but that didn’t mean she was just going to let him take complete control. She stepped toward him, unzipping and dropping her pleated skirt on her way.

Okay, so maybe she hadn’t exactly gotten a close and upfront look at Syaoran’s goods, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t well acquainted with it. She had felt it against her thigh and stomach a few good times, and she figured now wasn’t much different. Except, well… it just looked so big. She tried to keep her rosy cheeks from getting redder. She was just a little… concerned about how everything would… work out in a few days when that thing would be entering her.

“Sakura,” He frowned, and she was taken out of her blush-inducing thoughts of what would happen on Saturday, her eighteenth birthday. “Stop taking your clothes off, damn it! Let me do that.” He was literally growling, before she silenced him with another kiss. He fought for control over her mouth, his tongue expertly playing with her own tongue, his teeth lightly nibbling on her lips. When he finally released her, satisfied at her feminine moan, and rewarded with her harsh breathing and clouded eyes, he continued with his mouth downwards to her neck, jaw, and collarbone.

His hand easily unhooked her bra, and slid it off her soon thereafter, staring at her for a moment, before busying his hands in doing a marvelous job pulling moans from her as he worked at her breasts. He wanted to get closer, but there was no expanse of wall to push her against because of the counter, the towel rack, and the paintings. He thought about the back of the door briefly, but decided instead on taking her panties off.

Her hands unconsciously gripped his unruly locks tighter as she felt his fingers on either side of her hips, looping through the cotton material of her underwear. He didn’t have to slide them too far down her womanly hips before they slipped off the rest of the way by themselves, leaving the couple completely bare in front of each other. She kicked them gently away, before gazing red-faced into Syaoran’s amber eyes.

His hands were still at her now naked hips, and the heat emitting from them was a good rival for the steam now coming from the shower that seemed to be ready. His smoldering gaze also seemed to be up for the competition.

Sakura licked her lips, curious to Syaoran’s unconscious effect of lightly squeezing her hips in a needing gesture. “Well, didn’t we come over here to take a shower? I thought you had plans?” Her efforts at mocking him were instantly silenced by his mouth once again upon her’s. He smirked, taking her hand. Then he lightly tugged her to the shower, stepping through the frosted glass doorway, and helping her in afterward.

She let out a breathy sigh, feeling her muscles delight in pleasure as the hot water hit her back and shoulders. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back to brush back her now wet hair. While momentarily seeming to forget Syaoran’s presence under the relaxing spray, Syaoran’s eyes watched her every move with dark mahogany eyes.

He grabbed the bottle of shampoo on the ceramic shelf quickly, and came up to wrap his arms around her from behind. If Sakura had thought the water alone had felt amazing, it was only because she had not experienced the water with the added bonus of Syaoran’s body against her’s and his lips against her neck. She craned her neck to kiss him lightly on the jaw, finding the little bit of stubble there sexy as hell.

“I bought you shampoo,” Syaoran suddenly said, pausing his kisses to watch her reaction as he put the bottle in front of her eyes.

Her eyebrows raised slightly, a smile coming to her pink lips. “How’d you know what shampoo I like? You didn’t go snooping in my house again did you?” Her eyes twinkled in mocking laughter, but she gave him a quick kiss, her hands absent-mindedly roaming over his chest and back.

“It smells like you,” Syaoran shrugged, frowning slightly as he recognized that she was once again mocking him. Still though, while he knew the next line would only give her more ammunition, he couldn’t help but like her twinkling eyes, even if they were on his behalf. “I had to smell a bunch of girly shampoos – the customers around thought I was some creepy weirdo.”

She laughed, kissing him longer as a sort of apology or reward, he didn’t much care which. “I like the smell of strawberries.” She mumbled, her hands trailing around his waist, and she could tell he was trying to control himself. He nodded at her comment, more focused on trying to keep his mind off how her hands were dangerously close to his member. “Will you let me wash your hair with it?” He nodded once again.

When her hands removed themselves from his body to take the bottle from him, he was able to comprehend what he had just agreed to. “I’ll smell fruity,” He mumbled with a pout, even as she squeezed out an amount of the shampoo on to her palms. His complaints stopped when she reached up to massage his scalp, liking her suddenly concentrated face on such a simple task, and even more liking the fact that because of his height, her naked body was leaning heavily against as she reached up her arms to spread the hair cleaner.

He couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of it all, liking the water temperature, the smell (it was her smell after all), the gentle way she brought his head under the showerhead to cleanse the shampoo suds, and the fact that it was his turn to do the same for her next. Oh, and nakedness. The nakedness was an extreme plus to him as well.

He did her the same favor, bringing his hands through her hair, scrubbing the shampoo on to the top of her head making her giggle. She closed her eyes peacefully, liking the way he cradled her head gentle as he washed out the shampoo from her hair. He kept her hair under the water a little longer, running his hands through the strands, revealing in the way the felt under the stream.

Eventually, he brought her to him once again to give her a lingering kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him, as she let her tongue explore his mouth. He pressed her against the wall, molding himself to her, liking the skin to skin contact – the way her skin was flushed, her heart was pounding, and her breasts heaving at the lack of oxygen from their kiss.

He pulled away shakily, not wanting to do what every part of his body urged him to do. Take her right there against the wall.

“Soap, rinse,” He mumbled, trying to keep his mind on his next steps, and not on what a certain member of his anatomy wanted the next steps to be. She looked up at him smiling coyly, her cheeks slightly red because she could clearly feel every inch of arousal when they had been pressed together. He gave her a quick kiss, but escaped before either of them could take it further, grabbing a sponge and bar of soap. “You or me first?”

She thought to herself for a moment, before answering him simply by taking the items in his hands. Syaoran seemed to be lost in a trance for a moment, his amber eyes darkening even further than they already were as he stared at her beautiful body and sly smile. She rubbed the bar of soap on to the sponge, making sure it had enough cleaner before setting down the soap.

Sakura started at his broad shoulders, running the sponge along his tanned skin, going over the tightening muscles, taking her time, and making sure to check his face every now and then when a groan escaped his lips. She liked this control she had over him. It wasn’t long before she had reached his waist, and kneeled to have better access.

Syaoran shut his eyes, her slow and light touch as she cleaned him just above driving him mad and just about reaching oblivion. He opened one eye cautiously, wanting to look at his girlfriend, but quickly snapped it back shut at the image he was rewarded with. His fist clenched as he tried not to think of her curious eyes inches away from his bare body.

Sakura tried not to giggle as Syaoran’s member twitched every now and then and his butt muscles tightened. She was sure her face was red, but was even more sure that Syaoran’s red face was beating her own by far. Soon, she was done with his legs, but before she resumed standing she couldn’t help what she did next.

“Sakura!” He yelped, his eyes widening in surprise as she felt her lips on him in a soft kiss at his shaft. Her eyes glittered mischievously as she smirked at him from full height. “Are you trying to kill me?” He asked as he pushed her gently into the spray of the water. She spluttered in her own surprise, before he pulled her back to him to put his lips next to his ear. “Don’t start something, unless you can stand the repercussions.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, but couldn’t help the tingle that went through her. He took the sponge from her, wanting at first to torture her in the way she did to him, washing every crevice in a snail-like place. It wasn’t long before his mind turned to other things, and his snail-like pace was only because of his absolute exploration and attention.

He paid extra attention to her breasts, his ears catching every little breathy moan and his eyes catching every expression on her open face. When he kneeled, and the sponge trailed along down her abdomen, she couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together in embarrassment. His hands stopped, and he looked up at her, his voice gentle. “Sakura,” She looked down at him, liking the trust she found in his amber orbs. “Sakura, remember my promise?”

She nodded slightly, her leg muscles already loosening, and his job in cleaning her resumed. The sponge slid over her thighs, knees, calves, and shins; added care going to her bottom and inner thighs. She bit her lip, and decided it might be easier not to lose herself if she didn’t look down at him while he did his tantalizing ministrations.

Sakura did hear him put the sponge down though, and reached up to readjust the showerhead, so any leftover soap suds could be rinsed. But when she was down, she noticed Syaoran hadn’t stood up once again. “Syaoran?” She questioned curiously, her voice wavering slightly as she felt his hands once again on her inner thigh.

Just when he was able to cup her mound and she moaned, the hot water suddenly changed to freezing. She jumped away, trying to get away from the ice cold water, and she could hear his groan of frustration as his fun had to stop and he scrambled to his feet. He shivered slightly as he turned the water off, and turned to Sakura with a pout. “Damn, I guess we were in here too long… and just when it was getting good.”

She gave him a little smile, her cheeks on fire. He kissed her suddenly, built-up passion pouring from either side as the grabbed each other. Syaoran trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, but Sakura stopped him from going any further. “I do have homework tonight, you know. Plus, I’m pretty cold now since that water was shockingly freezing.”

He groaned softly at her giggle, but made no further protest as he opened the glass door and pulled her out along with him. He wrapped a towel around his waist carelessly, but took her towel and dried her off himself. Sakura rolled her eyes at him, but smiled when he was finished and finally wrapped it around her, pulling her to his chest.

“Seriously, I have a physics test tomorrow,” She mumbled against his chest, but closed her eyes as she relaxed happily against him. “That was nice though…” A lazy smile met her lips, and she felt him reaching for something behind her. Another towel, she was informed, as it landed on her head, and he started trying to towel off her very wet hair. “Syaoran…” She whined as he fluffed it up messily.

“Okay, okay,” He smirked at her lightly, and then tossed her a brush from his bathroom counter. She stuck her tongue out as he left her in front of the mirror, promising to bring back clothes. He was back just as she finished untangling her auburn locks, and handed her a shirt and pair of sweat pants. She shoved him out of the bathroom before he could enter with his own change of clothes.

“No more distractions!” She called teasingly, and with a pout he changed by himself. She was out soon, and as Syaoran looked at her drowning in his clothes, he couldn’t help his grin. “Jeez, they don’t even really stay up,” She was frowning at his sweat pants which hung loosely on her hips. “But I really do have to get home.”

“Wait,” Syaoran called, and once again wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her fresh scent, and tasting her skin with a small lick at her cheek that sent her face aflame. “So, how did my plans go for day one?”

“Hmm,” She thought to herself, kissing his strong jaw lightly. “A feeling that is hard to define…” She thought about her earlier pounding heart and tingles along her spine, “but people desire to experience.” The way her muscles quivered underneath his ministrations. “Check.”

He kissed her thoroughly, satisfied with her answer.

Author’s Note- Okay, so I hope this very flush-inducing chapter makes up for my hiatus on this story? Maybe gets you readers a little closer to forgiving me? Haha. Well, how about the fact that right now this and The Bet are my two top priorities? Yep, starting since two weeks ago, I’ve decided that I will finish these two stories and work on nothing else. And I will finish them soon. I’m using all my will-power! Haha.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did you’ll leave me a nice little review. You can’t say how surprised I was that the measly first chapter grabbed so many people’s attention! It makes me big-headed and humbled at the same time – so thank you! Haha. More updates soon!