Chibijago! Kissing is an Art Not a Science

Theme Eight: Kissing is an Art Not a Science

"Hey, Jay."

I turn around to see my lovely fiancé enter my room, her face alight with a smile.

"Hey, Nya," I greet back with a customary raised hand and give her a sort of lopsided grin in return. Okay truthfully, I've gotten over my awkwardness around her over a year ago, but every time I see her…I just feel so lucky and overjoyed that she chose to be by my side. It still seems surreal at times, despite how far we've gotten in our relationship. I mean, c'mon! We're going to be married soon!

She steps closer and I envelop her in my arms happily. I turn my face into her hair and kiss the silky obsidian strands. The delicate press of her lips against my clavicle sends a gratifying jolt throughout my body, from head to toe.

I sigh in bliss and close my eyes. Hmm…may this last forever…

We release each other after a while and she looks up at me expectantly.

"So what did you want to show me?" She asks and I turn back to my expansive workstation. It was a bit cluttered with loose bolts, screws, and other miscellaneous parts and unfinished gadgets, but obviously the most eye-catching object is my most recent and completed masterpiece, if I do say so myself.

"This right here," I reply and pick up a small silver hand-held device. "I call it the Ionic-Elemental Digital Electromagnetic Item Tracker or IDEIT for short (see what I did there?). I remember you telling me once that sometimes you lose things of importance to you and it takes you forever to find them again," I give her a proud and confident smile. "Well, fret no more, sweetheart! For I have the answer to your problem right here! I made it for you, of course, but anyone with an Element can use it. Let me show you how it works."

I step to the center of my room and she follows at my side, looking as beautiful and intrigued as ever. I manage to contain my blush with relative ease and begin my demonstration of my new invention.

"Say I'm searching for my keys going like, "Oh my gosh! I can't find my keys! What am I to do! Woe is me!" Yanno, panicking around like that," I jest with a raised eyebrow and she giggles, wearing a casual smirk. "Well, this is where this baby comes into play! All I have to do is hold it normally like this and transfer a bit of my Element into it…" At once my bad-ass deep blue lightning appears and starts coiling in veins around my forearm and hand. The light-indicators at the top of the IDEIT start flashing blue rapidly before staying lit. "Okay, that means it's imbued with an Element and ready for further use. Now, I picture the item I want to find in my mind and…BAM! You see there?!" I say excitedly and point to the top display screen where an exact replicated image of my keys is shown. "And now…right on cue, the soliton radar is activated on the bottom screen."

The IDEIT makes a steady beeping sound to signal how close I am to my keys and Nya leans in close to observe the screen for herself. My nose is blessed with her angelic scent of vanilla and chamomile and I momentarily start to lose focus, but I quickly give myself a mental slap and proceed with the demo.

"Ah—um—yeah, okay well, I-I know my keys are in the room with the appearance of the blip here and from there, you just follow the radar until…" Multiple beeps sound in rapid succession as we near my dresser and as soon as I place my device right over my keys, a long steady beep rings out. I switch off the device quickly to silence the thing and stick a finger in my ear to stop the piercing strain through my cranium.

"Ugh…there is a volume knob on the side here and…um… I guess the only thing lacking about it is that it won't tell you exactly where the item is from the get-go. So, you'll still have to treasure hunt for it, but at least it won't take long if you have a remote clue where you lost the item," I finish with a shrug.

I look at Nya and this time let my blush show on my cheeks at seeing how absolutely amazed she is with my latest little do-hicky.

"Jay, that's incredible!" She praises exuberantly and places her small but strong hand on my chest. "Wow…I think you have more of a knack than I do for inventing gadgets." She smiles, her soft chocolate eyes twinkling brightly.

I wave her off. "Pssh! Nah, I could've never built a 30-foot samurai mecha battle suit and a samurai helmet that could decompress to the size of a rubix cube like you did," my eyes gaze at her with plenty of love and admiration. "You're the real engineering and technological genius here, not me."

She shakes her head, a pretty blush kissing her cheeks. "Let's just concede that we both are geniuses with our own individual strengths and weaknesses, okay?"

I nod. "Okay."

I hand her the IDEIT and she handles it with care, placing it close to her heart. Her long lashes conceal her eyes a bit when she glances down, but then they flicker back up to meet mine.

"I…I just can't believe you built me this just because I told you I lose things…You're incredibly sweet and thoughtful, Jay. Thank you so much."

I look at her seriously. "It's really no problem, Nya. That's what I'm here for…to love, care, and support you in any possible way I can. It's much more than what a boyfriend would do…It's what a husband would do."

Our eyes lock and I let my staid frown give way to a kind smile. The way she's looking at me…the way her chocolate optics are darkening in passion and love sends my heart racing. I wonder vaguely if she can hear it. It's so deafening and profound that I wouldn't be surprised if she could.

I don't know why my face burns more as she takes a step towards me. We aren't that far apart, but my eyes still find the time to sweep over the graceful curves of her body. She's dressed casually though there's also a taste of elegance in her choice of attire. She told me what this style of dress was called…cheongsam…a figure-hugging one-piece Chinese dress designed specifically for women. And boy, did it ever do her body justice! The dress is long and has lengthy slits on each side, allowing me to catch a glimpse of milky-white skin with each step she took. It glossed and shined in silk and is deeply imbued with the color purple. A color associated with royalty. It symbolizes everything that she is…powerful, noble, luxurious, and ambitious. As well as intelligent, dignified, independent, creative, mysterious, and just… magical… The list goes on!

I am looking at a princess…my princess. She may say that I put her on too high a pedestal, but I can't help but put her there. She's everything I could've hoped for and more.

She reaches for me and her delicate fingers trace my face. She fingers my bangs before combing her hand through my hair and I sigh in content, my eyelids becoming heavy.

"Jay…I will do my best to support you too. I love you…you mean everything to me."

Touched as I always am by her words of love, my hands find their favorite place around her waist.

"I love you too, Nya. You are my world," I whisper gently and that's all that needed to be said before her eyes fluttered shut and her lips connected adoringly with mine. My eyes close as well, allowing my other senses to be more acute with everything that's happening. It starts with continuous brushing; the curves of her soft and supple lips fitting perfectly against mine again and again.

Her lips are sweet and tart like raspberries, wet and juicy like watermelons…So good…

Her fingers move back to my face and settle on my cheek. With another tender press, her tongue ventures forward and lightly flick my bottom lip. I know what that wants and when I open my mouth ever so slightly; her tongue delightfully enters it and greets my own wet muscle.

This is how it usually goes. Nya controls all of our make-out sessions…and I let her.

I willingly submit to her.

She's just such a good kisser! And my senses rapidly fog up with so much pleasure that I can't think straight. I get so intoxicated, so spellbound, so…addicted that I can't focus on anything but what that skilled tongue is doing in my mouth. Even now, my body grows heavy and weak. Jolt after jolt after jolt of stimulus gratification electrifies my body into drunken lethargy.

Nya has the control that I want. I want to learn this masterful Art of Kissing…

Our lip-lock comes to an unfortunate end when oxygen becomes an issue and we pull back. I hear Nya moan as I struggle to open my eyes and stumble back. Thankfully, the back of my legs collide with my leather chair and I plop down ungracefully, causing it to roll back a bit.

My body is tingling all over and I can already tell I have a growing problem down below.

What the…When did my room become so hot…?

My hair is messed-up…did her hands move again? I peer up at her from beyond my bangs wantonly, taking deep slow breaths.

She's smirking…oh so confidently. She thoroughly enjoys what she does to me.

I shake my head to help some of the fog disperse from my brain, so that I can form some sort of coherent sentence.

"How…how come you're such a great kisser?" I ask in breathless gasps, my heart is pounding relentlessly in my ears. "I…haa…I can't keep up." I admit in defeat.

"Hmm…It's really quite simple, Jay…" she purrs and approaches me once more. I instinctively lick my lips when I catch the momentous sway of her hips and…Is more of her legs showing than usual? I…I don't know. "All I do is pay attention to you."

Her demeanor oozes with assertiveness and sexual prowess while I just sit here gazing at her with a bright blush on my face like a school boy with an everlasting crush.

Aren't the roles supposed to be reversed?!

"Wha…? But…I pay attention to you, Nya. I listen to every word you say," I argue, trying to at least display a little poise and not look so amateurish in front of this…temptress.

She hums low in her throat again and sexily settles herself on my lap, her beautiful legs on either side of me, straddling my hips. Arms of priceless pearl find their way around my neck and I intake a sharp and shaky breath when I feel her hips move, scooting closer to me, thus planting herself firmly on my crotch.

The temperature of the room is steadily rising…I can feel beads of perspiration light my forehead.

"There's a difference between Art and Science, Jay…" her eyes are so dark now…obsidian…just like her hair. And although there's a rosy tint to her cheeks as well, she doesn't look the least bit embarrassed. "Yes, you pay attention to me. Yes, you ascertain and log key details that you see and hear right in front of you, however…" a meaningful smile, "…do you listen to the needs and wants of my body? The same way I listen to yours?"

I can't take my eyes off her and I can feel…everything…the heat of her body pressed so deliciously close to mine and her hand…It moves with lazy purpose. Stroking through my hair, then a fingertip is used to slide down my face. Further down, to glide over my pulse and linger.

Is she waiting for something…? Oh, right! She asked me a question!

After receiving another mental slap from my mental hand, I decide to give my real hands something to do. Vanilla cream legs were completely exposed at the moment and I was going to satisfy my craving to touch and caress.

"Nya…" Gods, her legs…her thighs…so wonderfully smooth and I am blessed with another deep throaty purr as her hips rock ever so gently. "I…I want to do more, I do, but…you intoxicate me. My senses become clogged and mote. I…I can't think clearly."

"Pleasure isn't about thinking, it's about feeling," her voice maintains its seductive purr, though I also detect a slew of yearning as well. "Trying to think while you're enraptured is futile. Ineffective. The human body is a transmitter as well as a receiver. Harmonize yourself with your soul; grab hold of raw emotion…the absolute essence of primal passion. Synchronize with it, then use it to communicate with me…with my soul…"

Cherry red lips part and my vision magnifies on that pretty and gloriously sensuous mouth. "…and give me…my deepest desire…"

At that moment, everything comes into immediate perspective.

It's a challenge.

A challenge of the most primitive kind.

Knowledge may be power, but it only provides a modicum of pleasure. The ultimate forms of pleasure are developed from physical gratification. It serves as a stimulus for all the senses not just the mind.

A man pleasures a woman…

A woman pleasures a man…

There must be balance between the two and that can only be achieved by the connection of souls. While I struggle to find my footing, Nya has already found and synchronized with her heart and passion-filled essence. That's why she's able to pleasure me so well.

If I am to find equilibrium with her and give her the same if not more than what she's giving me, then I will need to achieve that primal perspective.

And I will…I will no longer remain passive and let myself be dominated.

After all…aren't I supposed to give her everything she wants? Fulfill every desire even and especially the erotic ones?

I can't be just a boyfriend anymore…I have to be a husband if I am to please her entirely.

I smile. Challenge…Accepted…

Bravely, I reach up and cradle the back of her head. I say nothing as I gently guide her down, but before our lips reconnect…I see her eyes widen somewhat.

I close my eyes and at once, I am engulfed by euphoria. However, I fight to keep my senses active and tenaciously move my hands up and down her legs. My ears catch a pleasured moan and I respond by pressing more firmly into the kiss.

A sigh of bliss…

But I feel our positioning is not quite right. I am at a disadvantage if I want full control.

Okay, time to rectify this little problem.

Gripping her thighs tight, I stand up from my chair. A muffled yelp of surprise sounds from her, but I tilt my head just a bit more to deepen our kiss slightly.

Loving hands return to my hair.

I know my room from top to bottom, thus I find the nearest wall with no problem and push her up against it. Our chests are much more accurately aligned now as well as our hips and once I feel those soft mounds pressed solidly against me, my lower body moves on its own accord and I give a quick and hard thrust to that sweet spot between her legs.

And damn did it feel good!

And Nya…such sweet music. I didn't know she could sing. A cross between a sharp cry and a soft gasp beautifully erupts from her, effectively breaking our kiss and I can feel her entire body shudder against mine.

"Oh…J-Jay…haa…"

I can hear the lustful tenor of her voice as she pants harshly in my ear, the warmth of her breath heating up my body even more. Her divine legs have locked themselves around my waist, thus making it unnecessary for me to keep gripping her thighs to keep her on level with me.

For some odd reason, the strength in my own legs was waning and so I quickly wrap my arms around her and reverse our positions so that I'm the one leaning heavily against the wall. She's still panting and my breathing is just as harsh and short as hers. I've never gone this far with her before, although there have been plenty moments of rapture. Taking the initiative is a huge step for me…

Her arms suddenly loosen around my neck and the silky strands of her hair tickle my face when she leans back. I open my eyes slowly and take in her expression.

The deep blush on her face gave her vanilla skin an even more attractive glow. Her eyes are serenely closed, though her brow creases every now and then in what I can only surmise as yearning. Her breathing has evened out though her chest still heaved with every breath. With her lips still parted, a pink muscle suddenly darts out to glide over her top one and she starts to rock her hips in a forward and back motion.

I shut my eyes immediately and grit my teeth to keep from crying out at the sudden shock of friction-induced pleasure and my hands fly back down to her thighs.

She's wet…

I can feel the sheen of sweat on her skin…

Her hips are still moving, grinding incessantly on my hard-on…

More…

I can hear her…I can hear her body talking to me…I know what she wants…

Give me more, Jay…

I move blindly forward and my lips find their way back to hers. Feeling crazed with passionate emotion, I plunge my tongue deeply into her mouth and let it sweep thoroughly through every delicious inch of it. Nya's moan is pleasingly loud and resonates deep within her core, her arms tightening around my neck with renewed strength.

We kiss each other hungrily, our tongues sliding endlessly together as we share the same breath.

I feel like an animal! The heat between us is making me so aware of my body and of hers.

There's something missing though…

All of my senses aren't pleased yet…and I know which one is left to sate…

Fueled by desire, I get my legs to move and find my bed on the other side of the room. Despite our fervent lip-lock and wild motions, I manage to gently lay her down on the mattress and take my rightful place on top. I give one final forceful suck to her delectable tongue before breaking contact, causing a thin string of saliva to stretch between us shortly before breaking. We both lick our lips simultaneously and the explosive flavor of multiple passion fruits only feeds my animalistic lust as I spread her legs wider so that I could settle more comfortably amid them.

"Jay…oh Jay…ahhh"

My name is spoken with such great yearning and an anxious milk-cream leg is suddenly hooked around my waist, locking me into place.

Not that I have any intention of moving…

Her licentious gaze burns through mine as I grasp her other and move my hand languidly up moist vanilla goodness and behind. Her hips arc up, following the silent command until I can firmly squeeze a plump cheek.

I can actually spy a few crystal droplets of sweat soar into the air when my girl throws her head back and gives a loud cry of ecstasy, her eyes blissfully shut. And once that dainty white column of glistening grace is exposed, I swoop down and attach my lips to it and proceed to suck, lap, and kiss the tender wet skin profusely.

"Oh—ah—ugh….J-ahh….uhh…haa…haa…ay…Jay!"

A struggled melody is sung in an effort to say my name and from it, I know I'm close to succeeding.

My free hand takes restless action and I reach up to cup a silk-covered bosom, rolling my thumb in a circular motion over the center. Small hands frantically grasp my forearms as I start to move slow but hard against her. With each upward movement of my hips, I give a tender squeeze to each of the mounds in my hands.

I am now stimulating all of her key pleasure spots at one time…

My princess loudly vocalizes her enjoyment at my touch and while her words are incomprehensible…I understand her natural tongue of gasps, moans, and pants.

It's when her body trembles underneath me that my nose catches a scent other than vanilla and chamomile musk. I strong scent that I have never smelled before, but still stir me to move faster.

Jay! Yes! Keep going! Move faster! Please!

I hear you, Nya…

I hear you…

All of my senses are active and alert.

Though dim, I can see the off-white of your neck and strands of onyx…

I can taste the mixture of salt and banana cream of my tongue…

I can feel the silky softness of your body…

I can hear your melodious voice singing a score of desire…

And I can smell…

I bite down hard on her neck as soon as her body gives a very violent shudder and she screams my name.

My body goes still and I close my eyes.

Yes…and I can smell…you…a scent that is purely indescribable and also…purely unforgettable…

When I pull back, my eyes focus on the very red and easily noticeable mark I left on her throat before moving to her face. I inwardly preen as my ego is stroked upon seeing heavenly enchantment.

She's staring up at me in utter amazement, her raven hair splayed askew across my pillow, her cheeks beautifully flushed, her—

"Now."

My eyes widen. Huh?

"Now," she repeats, her voice shook but the way she's looking at me, makes all of my senses intensely acute once more. "You've brought me to climax many times before this, Jay. But never to this magnitude…" She sits up and her hand delicately cups my cheek, her eyes dark and half-lidded. "I've been waiting for this…This face…right here…this intense look of primal concentration and desire."

Her lips hover over mine and when they form words, they brush mine intentionally. "Jay…" she whispers, "I don't want to wait any longer…I don't want to wait until our wedding night…Claim me…Right here, right now…"

I put my hands on her shoulders. "But Nya…"

"No Jay!" She counters, shaking her head roughly. "I want you so bad! I really need you! I want to feel—"

"Shhhhh….sweetheart…" I use my hands to frame her face. Nya has never expressed such desperation for sex before. It was alarming and…if I'm being honest with myself…very arousing. My pants are too tight. "I understand…I see us in a whole new and exciting light now and I would love to explore all the avenues I have conjured up in my head…"

"We can…right now…"

"Shhhh…." I soothe and touch my nose to hers. "Think about this, Nya… If we wait, the forbidden fruit will taste much more sweeter…And hey…" My hands move from her face to her back and finger the zipper on her dress.

"I am more than willing to perfect this newfound Art of Kissing to prepare for the real thing…"

"Yes…please…" she sighs as I begin to pull the zipper down, her eyes fluttering shut once more. "Anything…just don't let me go…ever…"