May 14, 2016 by Lyn
Jamian’s head was reeling by the time he headed back to Ty’s room. Keeping up with Kailani’s brain was like watching a hyperactive ferret on speed; no wonder her Kept had a lost look on his face sometimes. He hadn’t so much forgotten his discussion with Ty as lost it in the tumult… and then he let himself into their room.
Tya was lounging on the bed, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, wearing a tiny little green… something… that left her legs bare nearly to the waist and showed off the curve of her breasts. She smiled at him as he entered the room. “I thought you were never coming home.”
His heart caught in his throat. “I… um… you… wow.”
She smiled broadly at him. “Shut the door?” she suggested mischievously.
He nodded mutely, closing the door behind him without taking his eyes off of her. Her smile never slipped, and she held out an arm for him, beckoning him closer.
Jamian approached the bed, smiling nervously. “Wow, Tya. You’re beautiful.” Brilliant. But she was.
“Thank you.” She rose up to her knees and slipped her hands under his shirt, her fingers warm against his stomach and chest. He leaned into her touch, his smile solidifying. He could do this. She was gorgeous. He was hers. It was only natural, right?
She pulled his shirt off slowly, kissing his flesh as she bared it, his stomach, his nipples, his throat above the collar.
He let her, just going with it. Maybe she wouldn’t notice how nervous he was, how clumsy he was.
“Jame, relax.” She dropped his shirt on the floor and kissed him slowly.
Relax. Easy for her to say. She’d had what, at least four lovers before him? Including the incubus teacher, for God’s sake.
But her hands were on his waist now, undoing his belt, unbuckling his pants, even as she kissed his throat, and his nipples, and his stomach.
“Tya,” he breathed. He’d wanted this, wanted her, from the first time he’d seen her.
“Oh, Jamian.” She pushed his pants to the floor. “I have wanted to get you naked for weeks now.”
He swallowed nervously, but rallied with a smile. “And now you have.”
“Yes, yes I have.” She ran her hands over his hips and back. “And I suppose it’s only fair to return the favor?”
“Oh.” Oh, God, yes please. “I suppose.”
“You suppose?” She paused with a hand on the strap of her dress-thing. “Well, if you’re not sure, I could stay dressed…”
“No, no, that’s okay,” he said hastily. How did he always end up with his foot in his mouth the minute she went girl?
She grinned playfully at him, and, with an elaborate hip-shimmy, the little silk thing fell to the floor, leaving her in tiny lace panties. “Do you want to do the honors?”
He reached out, hesitantly, setting his hands on her waist, her lovely narrow waist, then touching the soft skin of her thighs, and the delicate lace that was all that remained covering her.
She smiled encouragingly at him. “It’s okay, honey,” she coaxed. Carefully, he pulled her panties down, hands lightly running over her legs.
She was all girl today, thank god, her short curls the same strawberry-blonde as her hair, her legs soft and smooth. She ran her hands up and down his back, cupped his ass with one hand and wrapped the other around the back of his neck. “Kiss me.”
Yes. That was definitely what he wanted to do. Even as he was thinking it, he found himself leaning forward, head tilting slightly, lips meeting hers. She pulled him closer, her naked body pressed against his, and kissed him.
She took her time about her, her breasts tight against his chest, her hips wiggling tantalizingly. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of her body on his. “Tya…”
“Jame’…” She made a line of kisses across his jawline and took his earlobe in her teeth, biting delicately at the soft meat there. “Do you want me?”
Did he want her? He had never wanted anything so badly in his entire life. She was so perfect, so lovely, so intoxicating. What words could he speak that would explain the splendid radiance that was Tya, his consuming desire for her, his utter devotion? “Yes,” was all that emerged, the word barely a whisper.
It seemed to be enough. She kissed his throat, just above the collar, and then the back of his neck, circling around behind him. “Lay down, Jamian.”
He obediently lay on his back on the bed, looking up at her.
She took her time about it, crawling slowly up the bed towards him, her hands on either side of his legs, stopping to kiss an ankle, a knee… God, she was beautiful. The way she moved was intoxicating, the feel of her lips on his skin unbelievable.
She stopped about halfway up him, kissing both of his hips and then grinning wickedly up at him. “Say please,” she teased.
“Oh, please, Tya,” he breathed.
“Mm, I like that.” She licked, slowly, from the base of his cock to the tip, her eyes never straying from his face.
He shivered just a little, watching her in blissful fascination. “Please, Tya,” he repeated.
She planted a soft kiss right at the top of his shaft and grinned up at him. “Please what, love?”
Was she really going to make him say it? Oh, but her tongue… “Please… go down on me,” he managed.
“Good boy,” she smiled, and did as he asked.
It was amazing, absolutely amazing. The most incredible thing he’d ever felt in his life, and it was her, and she was doing it for him, and that just made it even better.
And then she stopped, looking up at him with a hungry smile.
“Oh…” He couldn’t bring himself to complain, not after… wow.
“Oh?” she teased softly.
“I thought… no, it’s okay…” It was more than okay, if that was all she wanted to do with him. Maybe she was as nervous as he was, impossible as that sounded.
“We’re not done yet, darling,” she grinned up at him.
“Oh.” Oh! Oh! He smiled gamely back at her.
“Mm…” She resumed her slow crawl up his body, kissing his nipples and his throat as she straddled him, tantalizingly close.
He leaned forward, seeking her lips with his own. She kissed him, slowly, drawing it out.
This was it. This was really happening, now. He was truly hers.
Afterwards, she covered his chest and chin with kisses, smiling broadly down at him. “Wonderful,” she purred.
He lay still in blissful reverie, thoughts unfocused, images of her flitting through his mind. Her nipples, pink and tight. Her hands on his chest. The way her hair bounced as she rode him. He ran his hands down her back, loving the feel of her under his hands. She was perfect.
She tweaked his nipple gently. “Are you still in there?”
“Um, no, wouldn’t you know?”
She giggled softly and tapped the side of his skull. “I meant in there, silly.”
“Oh,” he blushed. Why was he still blushing around her? That was… wow. “Yeah,” he smiled. Her breasts were at eye level; he cupped one in each hand and rolled his thumbs over her nipples. “I’m still here.”
“Good.” She drew circles on his chest with her finger, looking more at his chin than his eyes. “I’ve been wanting that for weeks, Jamian.”
“I’ve been wanting that for… a long time,” he agreed. Ever. She was made for him; no, he was made for her.