Going Down

--Chapter Four--

Kyp woke to find Jaina curled beside him. Her lips were parted, a ferandrands of dark hair trailing across her cheek. He brushed them away and then kissed her gently. She made a small noise and moved closer.

He'd been so certain that she was going to leave him for Jag. He'd never expected to wake in the middle of the night and find her beside him.

He slowly drew back the sheet, sliding it over her skin. She murmured and shifted in her sleep. The cool air touched her nipples and they hardened into dusky peaks, tightening her breasts, rounding them. The sheet inched down her torso, exposing her navel, goosebumps rippling across her smooth skin.

Then the curve of her hip appeared, and the shadowed apex of her thighs, hidden by a wisp of white fabric. Kyp knelt on the edge of the bed, leaned over her, kissed the corner of her jaw. She made a happy noise and mumbled his name, but didn't wake. He licked the column of her throat, kissed her collar bone. Kyp trailed a finger down between her breasts, then lightly rolled one nipple between his fingers. He flicked his tongue over the other. Jaina sighed.

His lips drew in one nipple, sucking firmly, until the tissue was erect and swollen. He gave the other side the same treatment, then admired his handiwork, gently kneading her breasts, Jaina's nipples hard in the centres of his palms.

He kissed his way down her ribcage, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel, and made his way down to the shaved mound that was his goal. He carefully slid the panties down her legs and dumped them on the floor. He kissed just above her slit. Jaina shifted restlessly, sighed, her legs falling open.

Kyp smiled to himself and bent his head, running his tongue lightly over the rosy lips. He wondered what she was dreaming then, as he paused to stroke her leg.

Parting her with his tongue, he found her clito He He nudged it with the tip of his tongue. Her breathing quickened. Grinning now, he slid a finger inside her, then a second.

Jaina moaned softly, turning her face towards her pillow.

Kyp slowly thrust his fingers into her, drew them out, then thrust again. His tongue was busy, circling the swollen, sensitive nub, flicking against it. She wriggled a little, her hips beginning to respond unconsciously. One of her legs drew up, giving him better access.

He wondered if, when she woke, she'd hit him or thank him.

Something touched his hair, and he took a moment to look up. Jaina's hand was reaching down, reaching not for him, but for herself. He caught her fingers in his free hand and held her hand low on her belly.

She was making breathily little noises, sounds of arousal that stirred his blood. Kyp felt himself swell in response to her.

He applied his tongue harder, increasing the speed and pressure of his hand. Her hips undulated, straining. Jaina's fingers gripped his. Her toes curled.

Kyp raised his eyes. Jaina tossed her head back as he watched, arching up, spine curving, her breasts thrusting out. She splayed her legs, her free hand catching in his hair.

His erection bounced heavily against his thigh. He wanted to take her invitation, slide home into her, but he would wait. He wanted her to be awake for that, wanted her to know it was he that claimed her body.

Jaina woke as she climaxed, spasms gripping nearly every major muscle in her body. Pleasure spiraled from her centre, making her gasp aloud. Her vaginal muscles contracted sharply around Kyp's fingers.

She collapsed into the sweat-soaked bedding, dazed and panting. As her involutary shudders subsided, she began to realise that she was awake now, and hadn't really been dreaming this. Her hand found one of her nipples, touched it. Jaina gasped as the oversensitive nerves reacted, sending fresh tingles into her belly.

Kyp rose on his knees and her eyes followed the movement. They swept down across his chest and the flat plane of his stomach to the large shaft that jutted up from the thatch of black curls. The head of his penis was dark, the member engorged and stiff, standing almost straight up. Jaina sat up, amazed that he'd waited so long.

"Come here," she said softly. Her fingers wrapped around him, drew him towards her.

Kyp fell into her arms. Jaina wrapped her legs around his hips, sighing as he entered her without finesse, stretching her. He nearly cried with relief as he did. She was wet, ready again, and enclosed him tightly.

He pressed his face in her neck, his body tight to hers. His hips moved in hard, rolling thrusts. Jaina gripped his back and let him concentrate on his pleasure, since he'd already done so much for her. Her second orgasm was smaller, more like the tide rippling against the sand, instead of a huge, cresting wave.

Then he came with a groan, heat filling her, his body quivering. Jaina caressed his shoulders and closed her eyes, sighing.

Kyp rolled onto his side and pulled her close.

"I love you," he said raggedly, face buried in her hair. "I love you."

She bit her lip, wanting to say the words, feeling them in her mouth, but frightened to say them aloud. If she said it, it would make it real, and she didn't know if she was ready.