Her Eyes (Part 2)
Chapter 4
Jamie awoke, immediately feeling the warm, soft body of Patai pressed against his. His hand still rested on her back, and he gently stroked her, and looked down, to find her staring up at him. She moaned very softly as he stroked her, and gave a tiny, but heartstopping smile, as she whispered, ''Hi Jamie......'' One of her gentle little hands began to move slowly against his chest. He simply enjoyed that sensation for a few moments before responding.
''Good morning, Patai,'' he whispered, staring in renewed wonder at her, now in the natural light coming in through the bedroom windows. She wasn't smiling overtly, but there was no tightness to her eyes or brow, her mouth wasn't downturned. She enjoyed what they did. ''How long have you been awake, beautiful?''
''A little while,'' she admitted, looking to one side. The blush that coloured her cheeks only made her prettier. He stroked her neck with one hand, his other cradling her hip and caressing it gently, savouringly. She shivered to his touch, as he did, when her admiration of his chiselled chest continued. She looked back, not into his eyes, but at his chest, as she started tracing the defined lines between the muscles with her index finger. ''You're so.......,'' she whispered, staring at his muscles, ''hard, Jamie....'' She seemed to say it with no idea that he was, indeed, hard right now, then did, for she looked up and him quickly and blushed. ''I mean.....''
''It's ok,'' Jamie said, and with his new optimism for his chances with Patai, purred, ''I am hard right now, Patai.''
Her eyes widened, and she began to tremble. He thought, for a terrible moment, he had been too brash with her, but then her hand admiring his chest, found its way through the thin trail of jet black hair shooting from his navel to pubic region, and then up and onto his throbbing cock. She was looking down at it, thankfully, for Jamie had to lean his head back and close his eyes, feeling that little, delicate hand cup his needy cock. She started rubbing it, looking back at Jamie to see the effect it was having on him. He couldn't believe how much more direct she was today, after only two kisses, and some loving embraces. For another person, some would call her easy. For her, knowing how she had been treated before, he knew he was lucky, that she trusted him enough to not be shy.
He had to reach down, and stop her stroking of him, as glorious as it was. He didn't want to orgasm in her presence, until it could be inside her. She looked up at him, worry in her eyes as if she thought he was displeased, but he simply lifted her until she straddled his stomach. Her eyes grew as wide as coins at that, possibly thinking he was going to be very direct indeed, but he wanted to savour everything about this moment, and simply pulled her down until her soft stomach and chest was pressing against his rock hard torso. Their lips bare inches apart, he waited for her to initiate the kiss, simply out of respect for her, and initiate she did, a very soft, sweet kiss, that left his mouth open with want. She drew back, and then kissed him again, no shyness in the kiss this time. Her lips probed at Jamie's for a moment, then he couldn't resist taking over the kiss, his lips hungrily eating at the fruit of hers. Her soft whines and moans inflamed his passion, and before he knew it, his hands had drifted down from her hips to cup her soft buttocks, using them to push her more against him, while his tongue, for the first time, tasted her mouth, slipping between her parted lips and finding the heat, the wetness of that unexplored mouth, to be completely hypnotic. They kissed for what seemed like forever, his hungry moans and grunts, and her soft, throaty whines combining with the music of the morning birds. Her hands gripped at his shoulders, as if for dear life, while his sampled her soft cheeks, sliding down soon to cup her perfect thighs.
''Oh.....,'' she whispered breathlessly as she finally struggled free of his desperate embrace. She held her head back from him, obviously struggling to breathe after the lust of their shared moment, her head swaying, telling him he wasn't the only at least a little dizzy from that kiss. The only thing he wanted to taste more than those soft, sweet lips was......
But he wouldn't let himself think about it. She was wearing a pair of panties, which almost irritated the skin of his torso where it rubbed against him, and he was adamant on it staying that way, until she explicitly let him know she wished otherwise. Whether he'd be able to wait that long.......he also didn't want to think about.
She splayed her hands out on his chest, biting her lower lip softly as she lowered her head back down, the tenderness in her eyes telling him she didn't want a repeat of the last kiss. When her lips touched his this time, he responded with as much tenderness as he could summon, his lusty hands maintaining some sobriety this time, simply rubbing at the sweet softness that was her lower back and waist. When she broke the kiss, leaving him reeling in the casual onslaught of her addictively sweet lips, she pushed her head at his chest and neck, and sighed softly, a beautifully careless, savouring noise to come from a girl who hadn't trusted the door not to hit her when passing the threshold yesterday.
''Jamie......thank you,'' she whispered against his chest. He raised one hand from her back to stroke the back of her neck and head, enjoying the silky softness of her hair, as he whispered, ''For what, beautiful?''
''For making me remember that it can be.......sweet,'' she breathed against his chest, a slight shudder waking in her body. He cradled her head there, wondering if she was to weep, but she didn't. She clutched at him, and he in turn wrapped his arms around her, feeling as if he hugged the greatest treasure known to man. She was simply so precious, so unique......he felt honoured, to be able to say she trusted him.
Then she did something simply astounding. She slowly disengaged her body from his, looking deep into his eyes. She clambered from his body, then from his bed, making him sit up in alarm. But she then hooked her small hands in the sides of her, what Jamie now saw to be, red boyshort panties, and drew them down to pool around her feet, stirring her graceful feet from them as her blue eyes sought his darker ones.
He struggled to continue breathing, as he, for the first time, saw her naked form. Saw her pink nipples erect in the chill, morning breeze floating in from Jamie's accustomed-to open window. Saw the curve of her hips, the slimness of her waist. Her pearly smooth thighs. And the pink pussy nestling between her legs, a soft looking mound, airily haired like her fringe, that drew the eye of the observer, made his mouth open in the desire to taste it, and cock throb needfully to become one with it, and her.
He didn't know what drew him to sit on the edge of the bed, for he could have stayed like that forever, gazing at her. But he did come to the edge of the bed, having to look up only slightly as she walked between his legs, into his slow-reacting arms, that cupped her body close. Her eyes were feverish as they stared into his, and for the first time, he saw genuine lust for sex in her.
Just when I thought she couldn't get any more beautiful.... Jamie thought, as their lips met once more. Her small hands rubbed his shoulders, back and forth, her little lips struggled in the grasp of his, as he tasted her, savoured her. The fragrance of her, and the taste of her parted lips sustained him as she broke away once more, looking into his eyes. He realised what that odd pleading note in them was; she was simply giving herself to him, at this moment. Leaving herself in his power. Most women, or men, don't even realise how momentous that look is, to a lover who can recognise it. Jamie could recognise, and knew that Patai respected the importance of her choice. Despite this, she had chosen him.
He slowly stood, looking down into her beautiful eyes, rubbing her neck, making her moan softly, as she looked back. He very gently swapped their places, making the girl sit on the bed, and then lifting her hips to lay her down, tenderly, onto the bed, making sure her head rested on a pillow. It didn't for long, for she propped herself up onto her elbows, to watch what he was doing in anticipation. He crawled up the bed, stroking her smooth legs as he went along, hearing the soft shudders she let loose from her lips, felt the shivering of her skin. When his hands reached her knees, he lowered his head, hearing her soft gasp of anticipation at doing so, and brushed his lips against the inside of one of her thighs. She whimpered softly at this, throwing her head back slowly, eyes closed, to enjoy it. Made bold by her reaction, he kissed it with more fervour, then let his lips suck briefly at different spots on her thigh, noticing with joy the little, pink suckmarks left after his adoration of her. When he traced a line along the inside of her thigh, she cried out with delight, one of her hands going down to hold his head there, the other gripping the bedsheets desperately. He rose, to savour the sight of her pussy, shining with a little perspiration, as was the rest of her smooth body. Jamie rubbed his hands up the outsides of her thighs, hitching in his breath to admire how her lower body rose and fell in a reactive tense to his touch. Her eyes opened, her eyes full of lust and fever, fighting to focus on his eyes. As she watched, he lowered his head, sliding it between her legs, while he planted a caressing kiss on her pussy.
She cried out, pushing her lower body at him as she arched her back. He drew back, shuddering from the sweet taste of her, watching as her face relaxed, her eyes opening. Her hand was now on the back of his neck, caressing it softly, as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. He answered her unspoken plea, and kissed her pussy once more, hearing her beautiful, lyrical whimper, as her body tensed once more, less tightly this time. He opened and closed his lips on the sensitive folds of her pussy lips, moaning in pleasure even as she whimpered and whined. When he parted his lips to lick her tender flesh, she cried out in joy, pushing herself once more at him. Jamie gratefully accepted, his hands sliding under her thighs to prop up her lower body, as he slowly and tenderly ate at her pussy, his lips hungrily clasping her pussy, his tongue probing it. Her hand left him, joining her other hand in gripping at the bedcovers, her head pushing back into the pillow it rested on, as she struggled to breathe, obviously enraptured in the pleasure besieging her frail body. He looked up, seeing her tensed body, and brought his body down on hers as his lips wrapped around hers, his hands stroking her upper arms. She responded weakly, whimpering. He drew back, the combination of her pussy and lips against his mouth in such quick succession making his body shudder in delight, his mouth tingle. Jamie pushed his head once more between her legs, hands now stroking the outsides of her thighs, as he slipped his tongue inside her, tasting how sweet her flesh was, how wet she was for him. He heard her high pitched cry, full of sexual abandon, as she orgasmed. He drew breath shallowly, tasting her on every inhale, his nose full of the husky scent of her loins. His tongue found her cum, and dipped itself in it, drawing it back into his mouth as he leaned his head from her. Jamie tasted her honey-like cum, cloying but sweet, knowing it was the fruit of her sweet, gentle loins. He swallowed it with deliberation, sighing in satisfaction as he now opened his eyes, to survey the sweet girl.
Her hair was strewn all over the pillow, some of it on her wet cheeks, cheeks wet from tears of joy. Her eyes opened to meet his. Jamie somehow remembered to breathe as her brilliant blue eyes, shining from her tears, also shone from happiness. A beautiful blossom of a smile spread on her face, a smile just for him. He reached a hand down to caress one of her cheeks, his thumb under her chin, while his fingers felt the soft flesh, wiped away the tears. She bit her lower lip softly, smiling illuminously up at him.
''Oh, Jamie.....,'' she whispered. Her hands reached up to his neck, rubbing him gently. He shuddered, and smiled back at her, leaning down to kiss her softly, tasting her sweet, pliant lips, hearing her soft moans echo in his mouth. He broke the kiss, drawing in a shuddering breath as he kneeled once more, gazing at her. Suddenly, his sexual need rose upon seeing her pussy glisten from his own saliva. He rubbed both hands over her hips, adjusting his position on the bed. Her eyes grew wide, her breaths full of soft pleas. He brought his knees inside her spread legs, and slowly pulled her lower body at his bent knees. Jamie looked at her, and saw the fear, the sudden trepidation in her eyes.
''I'll be gentle, Patai, I promise you,'' he whispered. He felt he needed it right now, that postponing it would hurt too much. Just watching her decide, especially as she once again gnawed softly at her lower lip, tormented Jamie. His breath held in, he exhaled shudderingly as she whispered, ''Ok, Jamie.''
He saw the fear in her eyes, but respected her courage. He kissed her once more, a soft, reassuring kiss, as his hands cupped her round hips, caressing her soft flesh. He drew his head back, looked into her eyes. They both panted, already exhausted by their efforts, but both held in a collective breath, as Jamie pushed his needy, hardened cock inside her.
She whined, deep down in her throat, as she bit her lower lip and pushed her head back into the pillow. Jamie, likewise, reeled from how soft and warm her tender pussy felt wrapped around him. Her thighs scrabbled for purchase at his hips, tensing around them, her hands holding on tight to the back of his neck. As he drew back, and thrust once more, as gently as he was able, which was an effort considering his abundant lust at this moment, she moaned softly, an appreciative, pleasured noise. His hands pressed down on the bed, under each of her smooth armpits, and their embrace was comlete.
''God....,'' Jamie groaned, struggling to hold back the urge to take her. She shuddered to each push of his cock, cried out for joy at each thrust. Her soft stomach and chest became a cushion for his aroused, hard body, feeling how her nipples cut against his chest, so hard were they at the moment. He took advantage of her arched neck, and started kissing her neck, sucking briefly at different points. Each kiss was received with a soft little whine, which enveloped Jamie's ear with the sweet tune of her voice. Another thrust, harder than the two previous, sunk him in deep inside her. He shuddered against the softness of her pussy, while she cried out, almost hoarsely. Her breathing became urgent, and she whimpered, ''Jamie, oh Jamie'', as she pushed herself at him.
Jamie pushed back, and she mimiced his thrusting. Soon, they were one, his lips finding hers in the private oasis that was their embrace. Her soft thighs massaged his sides and hips, her hands held his head to hers, and their sexes moved, pushed and pulled as one. Their lips rarely stayed fused, her soft whimpers, her loud crieds interrupting the kiss, as did his shudders, his exclamations at how she began to tighten her pussy on him, but their lips were never far apart. Over and over did Jamie taste her, both on his lips and on his body. Her hands began to massage the back of his neck as they continued to hold him there. Only when her hands tensed on his neck, and pulled at them did he draw back, feeling the sweat on his brow and body for the first time, as he looked down at her. Her skin was also glistening, and her eyes were clenched shut. She whined, mouth pursed, then cried out, as Jamie felt the warmth of her orgasm on his cock. He shuddered, closing his eyes as well. Both revelled in her first orgasm in his presence, but Jamie still felt full of need, of want. He pushed again into her, and didn't halt himself anymore, but continued to thrust, and thrust. She whined, and he, reluctantly, kept his lips from hers so she could draw breath, as she sounded very exhausted. She didn't have to struggle too long, however, for the day and a half of a near permanent erection told on Jamie, ending his erection in an earth shattering orgasm, that made him cry out, and her whimper under him, squirming softly, delightfully.
He panted, and before he could collapse from the joyful exhaustion on top of her, he put himself to one side of her, and laid down. She whimpered and moaned, her thighs and upper arms moving upwards one last time, before she let herself sink against the bed. He propped himself onto an elbow, forgetting his desperate need for breath as he looked down at her, saw how restful she now looked. Her sweet, ruby red lips still grasped gently for breath, but her face was relaxed, in a wondrous smile. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes curved on her pretty cheeks. Her hair was all over her pillow, her arms haphazardly strewn around her.
Her eyes slowly opened, and her cheeks dimpled slightly as she smiled a little wider. He could tell she was exhausted, but also, his heart swelling with pride, how happy he had just made her. Gone was the sorrow in her eyes, the caution in her movements. She was now in the moment, and happy to be there, as he was. He leaned his mouth in to kiss her, his free left hand caressing her right cheek. She kissed back, as softly as he kissed her, a simple reminder for both how sweet their kisses could be. She broke the kiss, and whispered, looking happily into his eyes, ''Thank you so much, Jamie......''
Jamie smiled, savouring the sight of her beautiful body. ''Thank you,'' Jamie whispered back reverantly, and kissed her once more. Both smiled even wider, as they simply looked at each other. When she looked away to one side, reflectively, he nudged his head onto the pillow hers was on, and cupped her body close with one strong arm. She was pulled onto her side by his arm, and he had to adore how she fitted against his body, so pleasingly, so cutely did her head rest against his chest and collarbone. One of his hands, his forearm resting gently on her side, was on her lower back, holding her close. He heard her breath go slower, but knew she wasn't quite asleep yet.
''Sweet dreams, Patai,'' Jamie whispered, glad that this time there could be no bitterness in his mind or voice.
''Sweet dreams, Jamie,'' she whispered, barely above a breath. Soon, they were both asleep in each other arms, dreaming only of each other.
Chapter 5
Jamie awoke slowly, eyes fluttering open. He registered the warmth of Patai's body with joy, felt her soft breaths on his chest. He pulled his upper body back from her gently, and looked down to see her still asleep. He slowly traced his fingertips against her upturned cheek, smiling as she mumbled softly in her sleep. He drew away, making sure her body remained rested on the bed. He got out of the covers, and pulled them back until they covered her body. He stood there for a few moments, enjoying how her lips parted ever so slightly with her breaths, how some of her hair was resting on her upturned temple and cheek. He leaned down once more, to kiss her forehead, nearly chuckling at her soft, slumbering reaction.
He dressed himself, and stretched. Jamie, a morning person, enjoyed running in the mornings, and decided he'd do so. Just to not panic her, however, he left a little note telling her of his intention, and left it on his side of the pillow. He jogged slowly out of the door after stretching properly, a smile on his face and satisfaction on his heart.
Chapter 6
Jamie, sweating slightly, jogged into the clearing of the small pond and falls, after suffering quite a few near-falls because of his otherwise preoccupied mind. He was still in chuckling-good spirits after them, as he slowed to a stop, his breath caught in his throat, as he found Patai in the water.
She truly looked like an elven princess at that moment. She turned to him, her body laminated with water, and smiled, an ethereal beauty in her face. Her hips were curved, her thighs hugging her pussy, her legs shapely. Her nipples winked at him, pink in her otherwise pale body. Her brown hair, made almost black by the water of the falls, was pasted to the sides of her face, neck and her shoulders.
Her lyrical voice, ironically, broke the spell of her portraited beauty for an instant. ''Hey Jamie,'' she called, ''I thought I'd wait here for you.....''
There it was. Jamie struggled to grasp what ''it'' was, and realised ''it'' was comfortability. Warm thought. Anticipation of more.
He stripped quickly, smiling as he heard her gasp, and stepped into the water. She was near the falls, only her shins and feet covered by the water, due to the rocks underfoot. She stepped gracefully into the water, their waists and legs draped in the water as they met in the middle of the pond. ''I'm glad you did,'' he whispered to her when he once more had her in his arms, looking slightly up at him. She smiled sweetly, and they kissed. He felt the softness of her waist and lower back, while she rubbed his shoulders and neck. Her smile turned into an uncertain pause as they broke the kiss, and she looked aside. ''Jamie.....,'' she began nervously, ''I know I'm......just a slavegirl, but....''
''You're not anymore, Patai,'' he whispered solemnly to her. She looked up at him, a barely hearable gasp issuing from her, and she continued, ''Jamie......I love you.'' She finally looked steadily in his eyes, if her gaze, so full of worry and silent pleading, could be called as such.
In the time it took him to take a soft indrawn breath, meet her brilliant blue eyes, and nudge his thumbs against her waist, he had the answer to her unspoken question. ''I love you too, Patai.''
Her eyes didn't grow wet. She was finished with crying, Jamie thought to himself, as her eyes grew in certainty, and magnified in happiness. She stood slightly onto her tip-toes, as she kissed him. His hands seemed to pool at her lower back, holding her there, as they stood in the pool. That kiss was a pledge, a promise of a new, painfree tomorrow for her, and a soul mate for him. As he gently moved her closer to the waterfall, bereft of their kiss, and she noted, with a swift, over-the-shoulder thrown glance, how smooth the rock face under the falls was, she looked back into his eyes, anticipating that their bodies would meet once more, against it. Her breath, her flared eyes and parted lips, invited him. Her body was warm against him, in the chilling water. She was, and he was in love, and that marbled rockface, for the next half hour, was all there was in the world apart from them two.
The End