He gave in, lowering his body on top of hers. He moved slowly enough for Kyara to withdraw her hands, leaving nothing between them. The silken length of his cock came to rest pressed firmly against her slit, his head rubbing against her clit. They shuddered together, his cock sliding easily against her soaking entrance.
They moved as one, the head of him just teasing her entrance, centimeters away from slipping inside. The waiting was both delightful and maddening. He moved his arms back, hooking them under her legs, drawing them up and out, leaving her spread wide and ready. The brought her opening even closer to his tip. For one tantalizing moment, she felt it ready to slip inside her.
Then he sat back on his knees, arms still holding her open, glistening rod still poised to dive inside her. Kyara let out a moan, half in pleasure, half in frustration. He moved one hand, deliberately rubbing against her clit for the first time. His fingers found it instantly, sending jolts of electric pleasure through her. Kyara let out a mewing gasp, rubbing herself against his fingers. Then she felt him, his cock pressing slowly against the slippery folds of her entrance. He kept his fingers working, letting the bucking motions of her hips draw him inside one tiny movement at a time.
Kyara shifted, moving her legs to his shoulders, her skin dark against his light. The movement finally slid his head inside. As if that was the signal, he surged forward. He slid the entire, pulsing length of him inside her in one movement, leaving her achingly full, but not yet satisfied. For a moment they stayed like that, both savoring the feel of being joined like they'd wanted to be for months.
He moved slowly, drawing out almost entirely before sliding back inside. He filled her completely, stretching her to just this side of pain. She wouldn't have had it any other way. But even now, he was holding back, his face a mask of concentration as her moved carefully, each movement calculated and exact.
I want to see him lose himself.
Kyara reached out one hand, leaving the other teasing her own nipple. He stopped when he felt her hand on his arm.
"Let yourself go," Kyara whispered, not even sure if her voice reached him.
With a groan, he shifted, grabbing her legs and pounding down inside her. Gone was the teasing, the careful movements a memory. Now he thrust into her as hard as he could, over and over again. It rocked her entire body, only his arms locked around her legs pulling her back into position for the net thrust. Kyara's head rolled back, her whole world lost in the feel of him inside her, pounding again and again.
In time he let himself fall forward, his body covering hers completely. He shoved his arms beneath her, reached to grasp her shoulders from underneath and keep her in place, pulling her deep onto his cock even as he thrust. Kyara wrapped her arms around him, holding him in turn. She matched him thrust for thrust, perfectly joined in their passion.
Each thrust brought Kyara closer, the climax inescapable under the assault of his body moving against hers. She resisted, not wanting to finish too soon, wanting him to come with her. Each rocking motion pressed his hips against her, pressing her clit between them and bringing that moment closer.
With a cry, he pressed forward, burying himself deep inside her. She felt him pulse deep within her, his seed filling her depths. The feel of him, every muscle rigid as he found release, pushed her over the edge. She came with him. Each pulse of his cock extended it, sending her cascading over the top once again. Each tightening of her muscles pulled him deeper inside her, making him pulse again.
Together, they called out their pleasure, caught in the spiral of each other’s bliss.
Afterward they lay tangled together, both lost in the shuddering aftereffects of the moment. Kyara ran her hand along his chest, just watching the play of her dark skin against his light. His breathing was slow and even, but she knew he wasn't asleep. His hand traced patterns on her back, occasionally sending shivers through her when it brushed across her neck.
Something would have to break the peace, but neither of them wanted to be the one to do it. In the end, it was the sun itself which intruded, peaking over the rolling hills to remind them of the world outside. With a sigh, Kyara removed herself from his embrace. She slid out of bed, going to close the curtains.
A sound, half-moan half-growl, came from behind her. She turned to find Jason studying her. A glance in the mirror revealed what he saw. Her skin caught and held the rays of the ra
ys of morning light. It outlined her, drawing attention to the curve of her breasts, the dip between her legs. Even with her hair a mess, her lips full and bruised from the frantic kissing of the night before, it was hard not to see herself as he saw her when he looked at her like that. She had never felt more beautiful.
He doesn't look so bad himself, reflected Kyara. Even relaxed, his muscles made clear lines along his body. Each curve flowed into the next, not bulky and harsh, but in smooth, silken lines. His smile, caring yet somehow tentative, made her ache for him all over again. She let what she was feeling shine out through her eyes, just as his feelings showed through his.
She wasn't sure if it was his look or the cold of the room, but her tightening nipples called her out of the moment. She closed the blinds, then moved to the door, flipping on the overhead light.
"We should get you back to your grandmother," she said, her voice steadier than she really felt.
He sighed, but pulled the blankets to the side and began to hunt for his clothes. Kyara turned away before she could get caught up in watching him again, whisking through the door and into the bathroom.
This is going to be complicated, whispered a tiny, traitorous part of her mind. But the voice was soon drowned out in the giddy hum of the morning after. Even given how busy they were going to be, both today and in all the days to follow, it wasn't hard to cast it aside and, just for a moment, be happy for herself.
“So Jan's home and all settled in?” asked Kyara as they walked along the trail. The day was cold, but they were bundled up. The bite of the air was invigorating. Plus, her hand was intertwined with Jason's. After only a few days together, it felt good.
It feels really good, Kyara admitted to herself. Not at all something I was looking for, but very, very good.
“Yeah,” said Jason. “I'm going to move in with her for a bit. Turns out it's really hard to get someone released from the hospital if you can't prove that they'll be taken care of at home. Not that I mind, honestly. I'll feel better knowing I'm right there.”
“And I am,” pointed out Kyara. “Well, right across the street, anyway.”
He smiled at her, and the look filled her with a giddy warmth.
“Thank you again for that,” he said. “I know I've thanked you a hundred times before, but it really meant a lot to me to have someone there.”
“Of course,” she said quietly, just enjoying the attention.
“And I do have to admit, I'm not totally distraught at the thought of being right across the street from a certain beautiful chef I know,” he said playfully.