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Salad
Light barely
tipped the Eastern sky when Dair leaned over and kissed Kyla good-bye. He hated
leaving this early without burying himself in her tight body, but the call had
come for him to report, and his boss was not a patient person.
Even chasing
down a skip on foot for 15 blocks had not totally cleared his mind of what he
had left in bed that morning and what he hoped to be returning to that evening.
Granted, when the shitforbrains decided that turning and firing on him was a
smart thing, Dair had gotten his head back in the game fast enough. It would
not do to go home with extra ventilation … or not make it home at all just
because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants mentally.
As it was,
the skip was now back in jail and not going anywhere anytime soon, and Dair was
more than glad the day was over … and after only 15 hours. He might actually
get home before Kyla was asleep.
He walked in the door and heard the stereo
blasting from the bedroom. She must be in the bath. Hmm … no dinner on the
stove, but there was something written on the whiteboard by the refrigerator.
Hey Hon,
Didn’t
know what time you’d be home but there is a
salad in the fridge.
I’m in the tub if you’d care to join
me.
K.
Salad?? When
the hell had she ever known him to eat a salad?? He shook his head and didn’t
even bother to open the fridge. Instead, he swiped a hand across the note,
erasing most of it, and contemplated her invitation to join her in the bath. He could easily picture her long strawberry
blonde hair haphazardly pinned up while bubbles frothed in the jetted tub,
hiding her body … or just partially doing so, allowing her nipples to break
through the bubbles.
He felt his
body stir at the thought, and found himself in a sudden state of semi erection
and discomfort in his jeans. He removed his boots and put them on the shelf in
the mudroom, then made his way to the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head
and undoing the button fly of his jeans. As he got deeper in the room, he could
indeed hear the jets going from the bathroom. He placed his gun in his nightstand
drawer and then crossed the room to the closed door.
Dair opened
the door with the image he had conjured in the kitchen still in his head, but
that wasn’t what greeted him in reality. He was honestly thankful for the
doorframe because though his cock was now fully hard and straining the confines
of his jeans, his knees actually went a bit weak.
Kyla was in
the tub but instead of being laid back relaxing in bubbles, as he’d pictured,
she was instead turned sideways, both her legs thrown over the side of the tub
right at one of the jets, her head thrown back against the other side of the
tub and it was more than obvious she had started without him. Since she apparently didn’t notice the door
open, he folded his arms across his chest, and as soon as his knees felt a bit
more solid, he adopted a slightly slouched nonchalant pose against the doorframe.
“Would you
like some help or should I just wander back out and allow you to finish?” he
drawled with a smirk.
Kyla’s eyes
popped open at his words, and even across the room he could see that there was
just a bare ring of turquoise blue surrounding her pupils. She gasped and actually scooted back a bit
away from the jet nozzle.
“Dair …” she
seemed at a loss for words.
“Oh please,
don’t let me stop you. If you want to finish getting yourself off, I’m more
than happy to enjoy the show and wait my turn.”
He saw her
eyes drop to where his cock was framed in the fly of his jeans, and he couldn’t
resist lowering his hand to stroke his cock, and grinned when he saw her teeth
clamp down on her bottom lip as she whimpered a bit.
“Please …”
was the only word she uttered.
He grinned again and shucked his pants,
then stepped up to the tub and popped the drain to keep it from overflowing as
he grabbed her feet and spun her, then lowered himself in behind her, sinking
down and sliding his thighs on either side of her. Kyla leaned back against his
chest and tucked her head under his chin. Dair bracketed his arms around hers,
effectively pinning her against him as he teased her nipples, rolling them
between thumb and forefinger then plucking them, Within moments, she was
writhing in his arms, so feeling devilish he stopped , and rested his hands on
her stomach, still keeping her arms restricted.
“We need to talk about something first.”
He whispered in her ear, smirking.
“Talk?” she responded breathlessly.
“Yes, specifically, what the fuck am I
going to do with a salad?”
She grinned at his question and tipped
her face up toward him, “Well thats what I felt like eating tonight.”
“Un huh, and then what do you propose I
eat?” he nipped her ear, and blew into it a bit; something he knew drove her
insane.
She shuddered then tilted her face up to
kiss the underside of his jaw, “Me, of course.”
Dair thread
his fingers in her hair, dragging her mouth to his in a hard kiss, his tongue
immediately taking control, sliding against hers, forcing her mouth open wider,
his hand in her hair tilting her head just where he wanted it.
Without
breaking the kiss he pulled her up so she was kneeling, her thighs on either
side of his. He tightened his grip on her waist and lifted her to sit on the
wide edge of the tub. Kyla leaned back against the wall as Dair moved his mouth
to her nipples. He rolled one between his lips then bit down lightly with his
teeth until it was pebbled and swollen before moving to the other and gifting it
with the same attention. Kyla dug her
fingers into his hair, moaning as he slid one finger lightly over her stomach
and freshly waxed mound brushing her clit before sliding inside her.
“Just how I
like my dinner … hot, juicy, and moaning,” he murmured against her skin as his
mouth began following the path of his finger. Kyla’s knees raised to hook over
his shoulders as his head dipped lower, his tongue tracing her slick folds
before parting them to tease the tight little nub hidden there. Kyla went off
like a rocket, her orgasm jerking her body as Dair continued his torture. Just
as she felt herself floating down, he sucked her clit into his mouth, biting
lightly sending her into a second one, and she felt his tongue dipping inside
her, lapping at her juices like a cat with cream, before dipping deeper, his
nose now pressed against her clit, keeping her flying. She came down slowly,
and just when she thought she had some ounce of control his fingers replaced
his tongue, and she groaned reveling in how he knew just how to play her body.
Kyla opened
her eyes and happened to catch sight of the two of them in the mirror at the
front of the tub. The picture they made, his head between her legs, two fingers
pumping slowly in and out of her, crooking at just that spot, sent her over the edge screaming again.
Dair
chuckled as she floated back to Earth a third time and removed his fingers,
leaning back to wait until she looked at him. When her eyes finally opened and
met his, he brushed her lips with the two fingers that had been inside her then
slid them into her mouth.
“See how
amazing you taste? Is it any wonder I could live between your thighs?” he asked
with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now that the appetizer is out of the
way, I’m ready for the main course.” He continued, sliding his hands beneath
her ass and lifting her.
Kyla wrapped her arms around his shoulders and then
gasped as she wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his erection brush
against her over sensitized clit.
Dair
chuckled again at her writhing in his arms. “Hold on sweetheart, just a few
steps” he murmured against her throat as he stepped out of the tub letting
water run off them onto the mat.
She wasn’t making it easy to get all the way
to their bed. As it was, his cock felt like it was seconds from going off like
a teenager making out with his first girl.
Dair turned
them and braced her against the wall, lifting her to take him. Kyla’s mouth
found his, her tongue delving in deep giving him another taste of her and just
making him throb harder. He felt her hand slide between their bodies and
encircle his dick. He thought he was going to lose it, but he fought back the
urge as she angled him so that the tip was just barely inside her. He pulled
away from the kiss to watch her as he slowly lowered her onto his shaft, not
stopping until he was balls deep in her hot wet sheath. He held there, feeling
the walls of her pussy ripple and stretch to accommodate him. Kyla’s heels dug
into his ass trying to move, to create the friction they both wanted and
needed, but he held her pinned against the wall, letting her feel all of him
inside her.
She threw
her head back moaning, “Deep … so deep. My toes are tingling.”
Dair
chuckled. “By the time we’re done your toes won’t be the only thing tingling,”
and pulled almost totally out and then quickly plunged in tight again to
emphasize his point.
Kyla’s
fingers dug into his arms, her nails biting his skin, sending shimmers of
pleasure through him, even as he began a slow measured rhythm in and out of
her, always pausing deep within to feel her tighten and pulse around him. He
knew this would drive her insane, and she was soon begging for release. Knowing
her body as he did, Dair knew he could give her this and then begin the
torturous build all over with her. Skimming one hand down the side of her body,
he reached between them and angled out just enough to press a finger to her
clit as he thrust into her hard and fast, and felt her orgasm clench around him
even before her cries turned desperate then dwindled to soft moans. Kyla leaned
forward, running her tongue along his collarbone, and rested her head in the
crook of his neck.
“Hold on “ he
said as he pulled her in tighter, his arms cradling her ass, as he walked them
into the bedroom. He paused deciding his
next move then lifted her slowly off him and set her on her feet. Kyla
protested the loss of him, but he turned her and bent her over the edge of the
bed.
“Spread your
legs, angel” he said then moved between her thighs, kneeling to lick her outer
folds where the wetness had seeped and run onto her inner thighs. Kyla moaned,
and he saw her grasp at the sheets, her hands fisting as her hips twitched
under his mouth. Dair stood and guided his dick to her opening. He licked a
slow path up her spine as he glided back into her pussy, so that he reached the
base of her neck just as his cock was fully seated inside her. She moaned and
pushed against him, but he splayed one hand on her hip and the other on the
center of her back, holding her still as he began his slow invasion of her body
once again.
The rhythmic
thrusts soon had her squirming again and he felt her orgasm slam into her as
she screamed his name. Feeling his control shaking, he pulled out at the peak
of her orgasm and quickly dropped to bury his face in her wetness. Dair wrapped
his hands around her thighs, fucking her with hard jabs of his tongue, then
licking and sucking her clit until she was pushed over again, the orgasm
overlapping the first. He felt her knees buckle, and he softened his assault,
placing nips and kisses along her cheeks and the backs of her thighs.
Once she was
steady again, Dair pulled her up to standing, then turned her around kissing
her deeply as he lowered her back onto the bed. He braced one knee on the
mattress as he laid her down, pushing one of her knees up to her chest, the
other leg wrapped around his thigh as he entered her. Using their entwined
fingers to pin her down, he pistoned into her hard and fast, even as she arched
her back and rolled her hips trying to take him deeper. Her moans quickly
turned into breathy screams, her inner walls squeezing around his cock until he
couldn’t hold off any longer. He felt the tingles at the base of his spine, his
thrusts becoming jagged and out of control as the sensations shot through his
balls and exploded, sending him into a free falling orgasm. As it took him, he
threw his head back for a moment, growling his release. His growl flowed into a grown, and he slid
his hands from her, to brace on his elbows as he collapsed forward to bury his
face in Kyla’s shoulder, biting lightly on her neck, feeling the fresh flutters
from her as they both came back to reality. After a few more moments, he rolled
to the side, pulling her with him, so that her head rested on his shoulder, her
body half covering his. Their bodies cooled as their breathing returned to
something resembling normal.
“I should
make salad more often,” Kyla murmured as she drifted off.
Dair felt himself
floating also and just let it go, allowing his body to recover. Sometime in
those moments of shimmery dreams, Kyla dragged the sheet up to cover them and
Dair wrapped her more tightly in his arms.
He woke
several hours later, still wrapped in her, her breathing soft and sated.
The bathroom light was still on, so Dair carefully disentangled himself from
Kyla to shut it off. She woke as he was sliding back under the covers, and immediately
twined herself back around him. Once
they were settled again, Dair tapped Kyla on the top of her head to get her
attention. She turned slightly so that her forearm was on his chest and her
chin resting on it. She lifted one eyebrow in question.
“Salad?”
