Keys to Happiness

27. Aliah(3)

*****Not suitable for readers under the age of 13******

The first time KiBum and I had been even slightly naked with each other had been that night inside my dark bedroom. I hadn't been able to see then but now I could see everything, from the wet and messy hair plastered to his head, to the large bulge that seemed intent on leaving his jeans. I licked my lips in nervous anticipation as KiBum lifted up his shirt; I eagerly took in the paleness of his skin and sighed at the sheer beauty of it.

Surprisingly, the taut muscles that I had felt in his arms and on his chest were finally visible as he dropped the shirt on the floor. His chest was smooth and hairless, with only a faint line of dark leading down into his pants. His abs were cut and hard, his wiriness not just a sign of dieting but of meticulous workouts. He seemed to glow in the dark, his paleness standing out in the low lighting.

He walked towards me slowly and I sat up on the bed, feeling warring emotions. I had wanted this, wanted KiBum on a deeper level than we had but I was nervous. It had been so long for me and when I'd had sex before it wasn't always the best experience. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it right or that he would find me lacking in some way.

As if sensing my hesitation, KiBum sat down next to me and held me close. He kissed me lightly on my forehead and the soft press sent warm tingles all through my body. His lips traveled downward, reaching my eyes, my nose, and finally my own lips. His kiss was sweet and tender and something within me shifted in that moment.

This was KiBum, a man who had always done his best to show me he loved me. No matter what I did or didn't do, he was never ungrateful for what I gave him. Now that I wanted to give him my body, I knew he would treasure it just like everything else. With that realization my body relaxed and I intensified our kiss, wanting to let him know it was ok to go further.

I could feel his hands on me and even with my eyes closed, I could sense the smirk he had on his face as he lifted off my nightgown and saw what lay underneath. He ran his fingers up and down my sides, lightly touching my breasts in passing though I wished he would linger. He leaned in for another kiss and he placed his hands over my chest firmly, making me gasp into his mouth.

No one had ever touched me with such care and tenderness; I had never felt so cherished by anyone. His lips left mine, and he took his time running them over my neck and towards my chest, stopping to suckle my nipples into his mouth. I felt my body tighten as he pulled on one and then the other, a liquid heat pooling between my legs.

"KiBum, please," I moaned without knowing what I wanted. He looked at me, his eyes half lowered and sleepy looking with passion. I didn't tell him what to do, but I felt him leave my breasts and kiss his way down to my stomach, over my hip bones, to the place that seemed to ache the most. I exhaled slowly and tried to watch as he lowered his head to the moisture waiting there and took a long lick. I shuddered as pleasure coursed through me, my heart beating a mile a minute. As he stroked over the spot again and again, I fisted my hands in the sheets, biting my lips to keep from crying out.

It felt like my body had been taken over by pleasure. I was making noises that I never had before while feeling every touch, every kiss, every breath magnified by a thousand. My body was sensitive to everything KiBum did and I could feel the warmth pooling in between my legs and as his mouth and tongue licked again and again. I could barely breathe as he touched me, my legs opening wider in invitation, wanting more of what he was giving to me. I felt hot all over and my body was quickly dragging me to the precipice of a delicious ending. Thoughtlessly, wordlessly, I let him push me over the edge and it took a long time before my senses returned to me.

With a sense of vagueness, I saw KiBum rise above me and take his position at my entrance. At first there was only pressure, but as he pushed his way inside me, the burning sensation that came with it was one that I hadn't felt long time. I let out a small hiss of pain as he probed ever deeper and he came to a swift halt above me.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked me, sounding breathless. He raised his hand to my cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness and desire as he pressed his mouth to mine once again.

"No, it's just been a long time," I assured him, not wanting him to stop. I knew that only goodness awaited me, I could withstand the pain.

"I'll go slowly," and as he promised I drew him back down to me, liking the way his chest felt against mine, the way both our hearts were beating too fast. His penetration was a slow push and pull, the motions making me rise to meet him again and again. In just a few seconds the pain was gone and it had been replaced with an insane desire to have KiBum inside me harder, faster, deeper.

I encouraged him with my moans, grabbing on to him tightly when he did what I wanted. My need seemed inexhaustible and our passion rose until it wasn't anymore and I was falling into some other place, lights dancing in front of my eyes. When I could breathe again, KiBum was lying next to me on the bed just as spent as I was. He pulled me close and as I snuggled against him, I fell into a deep sleep finally feeling complete.

A/N: Whew ok, that chapter was pretty long! It's over but the story continues; I wonder how Key feels about all this. Look forward to the next chapter guys!