The unforgettable day

Chapter 3

Moments, or maybe hours, later he heard Kytarah clear her throat from the doorway to the en suite, and he looked towards her, his eyes going wide while his mouth went dry. He couldn't look away, she was breathtaking. Her hair down around her shoulders shimmering in the low light and he was sure he'd never seen what she was wearing before. Barely there, filmy fabric hung around her like a cloud, held up by straps too thin to even be called ribbon. He swallowed hard as he noticed the colour, gold. He looked her up and down, taking her all in. He could see the outline of a barely there thong, and the bows holding it together at the sides of her hips, through the fabric that hung almost low enough to cover everything.

His breath came out in a mangled sigh as he noticed her nipples had hardened under his gaze, tenting the gauzy fabric and showing him just how much she wanted him. She licked her lips before biting her lower lip, looking at him through passion darkened eyes.

"Wha- ah," he cleared his throat, his voice sounding too small for his ears. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he finally got out as she walked towards him, her hips swaying slightly as her fingers deftly grabbed one bow on her thong and pulling it apart, and then the other, letting the ribbon dangle uselessly as she closed the gap between them. Tugging gently on the fabric she pulled it from between her legs and handed it to him, her eyes rolling back slightly as he bunched the damp fabric and held it towards his face, inhaling deeply.

"I need a reason?" she asked simply as she crawled onto the bed, sitting next to him and cupping his face in her hand. Leaning towards him she kissed him, lightly at first, but when she felt his tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth and leaned closer.

Her fingers explored his chest as his hands roamed her back, slipping underneath the almost not there fabric. He broke the kiss first, kissing up her jaw and pulling her earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently before moving to the skin of her neck directly behind it, biting gently. Her back arched and he took advantage of that to lay her backwards on the bed and shifting so that he was on top, resting his weight on his good leg, his erection straining against his boxers.

He continued his attentions on her neck as his hand came up to pluck at her nipple through the thin fabric. His name was a chant on her lips, her breathing hard as she wove her fingers through his hair and trailed her still pump-clad foot up his leg. He moved away from her long enough to pull the wispy straps down her shoulders and pull the front of her negligee down far enough to bare her breasts to his hungry mouth, latching on one the second it was visible, and kneading the other with his hand, before switching, and giving the second as much attention as the first. Nipping with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

"Dean, I need you," she said, shifting. "Now," her hips bucked against his as her hands moved down to his hips. "I can't wait," her fingers dug into the waistband of his boxers trying to push them down, wanting to feel him in her hand, against her slit, inside her.

He broke away from her breasts with a small moan from both of them, pushing up to his knees long enough to push his boxers down before she reached up and pulled him down again, her feet catching on his boxers and pushing them down further. He reached between them and found her dripping, like he knew he would. She grabbed at him, trying to get him closer and he let her lead him to her centre, and with one thrust he was in. They moaned in unison and he grabbed her lips with his, kissing her, devouring her as he continued moving.