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Kayla Comes Home Ch. 01

By: Amorous2009



Kayla Moody drove up the lane, flanked on either side by majestic, oaks. The main house of the sprawling, plantation stood in front of her. An enduring, symbol of the antebellum South dating back to before the Civil War, she had inherited the plantation from her Grandmother who had recently passed away. The sprawling, estate had been in the family for generations once having belonged to her Great Grandmother.

The inheritance could not have come at a better time as she was in the process of working on her first novel. An erotic romance set in the Deep South. As she drove down the tree lined lane the fragrant, perfume of Jasmine and Honeysuckle wafted on the gentle breeze.

Stopping her black, Toyota Corolla in front of the slightly run down main house she couldn't believe she was finally here. It had been a long, drive down from New York. She swung the door open and stepped out of the car. Her slender, coltish legs leading upwards to a tall, willowy frame and a mane of hair the color of copper, she retrieved the duffle bag containing her clothes and her laptop and strolled leisurely up the steps to the porch. She wanted nothing more then to settle into a nice hot tub and sleep. She reached into her faded Calvin Klein jeans and fumbled with the keys to the door. The sun was beginning to set turning the sky into vivid hues of orange and red. She opened the elaborately, hand carved oak door of the house and retrieving her duffle bag stepped inside. It was as if she had stepped back in time. The grand interior was well preserved and almost all the furniture was as it would be in a home of that era. She shut the door behind her securely locking it. A force of habit from living in New York City for twenty five years, she padded softly, up the stairs with its hand carved banisters and down the long, elegantly appointed hallway with its oak, woodwork.

She opened the first door she came too and walked inside. The room was as elegant as the rest of the house. A massive, cherry wood four poster canopy bed occupied one wall. A matching vanity occupied the opposite wall. The dying rays of the summer sun filtering in through the sheer, lacey curtains. "This must have been her Great Grandmother's room." she thought to herself.

She threw her duffle bag on the floor. She would unpack later. Right now a hot bath and a good sleep was what she needed. She rummaged through her duffle bag and pulled out a long, nightshirt and cleans underwear and headed down the hallway in search of the bathroom. She found it across the hallway from her room and shut the door behind her not bothering to lock it since she was the only one in the house. As she reached for the faucet to fill the antique claw footed tub she was glad that the house had been upgraded to the twentieth century with running water. She laid her soap and other toiletries on the sink and poured some lavender scented bubble bath in the tub swirling it around with her hand.

She stepped into the warmth of the tub and lolled her head back against the porcelain letting the warmth of the water wash over her. Shutting off the water she basked in the luxurious bubbles. Her eye's drifting shut as she relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

Stepping from the claw footed tub she wrapped herself in a large terry clothe towel and dried herself vigorously before slipping the underwear on and her nightshirt down over her shimmering copper, curl's. 

Leisurely she strolled back to her room. Before sliding between the sheets she ventured over to the French doors leading out to a balcony which overlooked the grounds of the grand plantation. The alluring fragrance of Jasmine and honeysuckle and lavender greeting her nostrils as she opened the doors and stepped out into the balmy night air, she turned away walking back into the bedroom and leaving the doors ajar to get a breeze blowing through the room slid beneath the sheets of the bed. 

She awoke as the first, rays of the morning sun beckoned over the horizon. She felt refreshed and invigorated by her slumber. Throwing back the covers from the bed she slid her legs out. Her nightshirt, falling to about the middle of her thigh as she stood up, her coppery, mane rumpled by her sleep, She padded on bare feet to the bedroom door and ventured out into the hallway. She crossed the short distance to the bathroom and froze in her tracks as through the partially open bathroom door she noticed the tall, muscular form emerge from the bathtub. For a brief moment she couldn't say a word as she ogled the perfect, male specimen. Marveling at the rippling muscles of his arms; the broad shoulder's; smooth bronze expanse of streamlined muscle and sinew tapering down to a taut, flat abdomen

Of their own accord her eye's dared to drift lower and she let out a gasp as she briefly, studied the flaccid, length of his penis and the corded, sinews of his thighs. Her cheeks coloring with abashment as her gaze seemed to linger on the virile length between his muscular, thighs.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house!" she exclaimed as she found her voice.

"You must be Kayla...I was told you would be coming sorry I didn't make my presence known yesterday but I was otherwise engaged." he apologized.

"And who might you be I'm kind of at a disadvantage here?" she queried?

"I'm Trevor Watson the caretaker here." he replied.

"It's quite alright...but would you mind." she gestured averting her eyes.

"Oh I'm sorry!" he said as he wrapped a terry cloth towel about his waist.

He squeezed by her and strode to his room down the hall from hers. "The bathroom is your's!" he said with a smile.

She walked into the bathroom and made certain to lock the door securely behind her. She emerged a short time later and padded to her room. From downstairs, the alluring, aroma of freshly, brewed coffee and frying bacon drifted upstairs and through the house. The enticing aroma making her mouth water as she hurriedly slipped into a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt and strolled leisurely down the stairs.

"Ah there you are!" he smiled. "I took the liberty of making breakfast,you know breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"It smells absolutely delicious..." she smiled. "It's rare to meet a man who can cook."

"That's just one of my many talents." he chuckled as he sat a dish piled high with two, sunny side up eggs, bacon, a buttermilk biscuit and a pile of grits in front of her.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." she smiled as she partook of the breakfast. "Everything is so delicious!"

"I'm glad for the delightful company." he beamed. "Ever since your Grandmother passed on this place has been kind of quiet and neglected I'm afraid."

"It's really not to bad...could use a woman's touch though." she said.

"Oh my I can't eat another bite!" she groaned. "it was so delicious I didn't realize how hungry I was."

"Was my pleasure." he replied.

"Please let me return the favor and fix dinner." she smiled.

"If you insist." he replied.

"I do." she smiled.

"Very well,I think you will find we are well stocked with everything you may need." he commented. "Now if you will excuse me I need to tend to the horses."

"Oh you have horses here?" she asked? "Yes we have a couple of Arabians. Your Grandmother was quite the equestrian. In her younger days she won awards for dressage and jumping." he answered. "I think I may take a ride around the grounds later." she smiled.

"I will be happy to show you around." he said with a warm smile.

"I think I'd like that." she replied,warmly.

"I'll take care of the dishes." she said as they arose from the dining room table. "And tidy up a little and I shall look for you later."

"I'm very easy to find." he commented, offhandedly. "If you need anything just holler and I'll come running." he said. "Anything at all."

She cleared the dishes from the dining room table and carried them into the kitchen loading them into the sink. Her mind whirling as she found herself drawn inexplicably to Trevor's charm, There was something that held her captivated about him maybe it was the darkness of his mysterious eye's. Trying not to dwell on the subject she got busy scrubbing the dishes and laying each one in the dish rack to dry. She went into the parlor which was elegantly furnished with a grand piano as its centerpiece. She had always loved music and had learned the piano as a young girl. The parlor was musty so she strode to the window to open it but it was stuck. She struggled with the window for long, minutes until she faintly heard Trevor's voice in the kitchen.

"I'm in here Mr. Watson damn windows are stuck...can you help me please." she answered.

"Be right there." he replied

She was still struggling with the window as he entered the room and reached around her torso to help her. His body pressed against hers. "Maybe with both of us!" he said.

She grew weak in the knees as she felt the heat of his body pressing against her. Using every bit of strength at her disposal the window flew up nearly shattering as it hit the jam. She turned around to thank him and stared directly into his dark, brown eyes. He was so close she could smell the alluring scent of his maleness. Strong and musky yet pleasantly sensual in her nostrils.

Music always helped her to think when she had a difficult decision. Sitting on the piano bench she began to play. The melodic strains of the piano filling the house, Even though it had been years since she played it all came back to her. The lingering, memory of his finely chiseled torso seared into her brain.

Arising from the piano bench, reinvigorated she scurried up the stairs to explore the upstairs. The stairs creaked showing their age as she ascended the stairs to the second floor. Opening the door of her room, she walked slowly towards the French doors that led to the balcony overlooking the sprawling, grounds of the plantation. The sweetly, fragrant scent of Jasmine and Honeysuckle wafting into the room on the gentle,summer breeze.

She returned to her exploring striding across the room to the closet. Opening it and clearing the cobwebs in her path she discovered a cache of dresses that dated back probably to the turn of the century at the very least. She wondered what other treasures she would find. But right now the dresses fascinated her.

She ran her fingers over the dresses, pulling down one and gazing at it enviously. It seemed to be made of the finest linen with lace embellishments accenting the bodice. Shaking it to rid it of any insects and accumulated dust she glanced around nervously to make sure she was alone. The dress looked like it had never been worn. The paper covering over it had protected it somewhat through the years. She looked closer at the dress and noted that it was accented with tiny, pearls. She couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Glancing around nervously once again, she skinned the tee shirt over her head.

She slid the dress down over her head and smoothed it about her hip's. She shut the closet door and looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. With a keen eye, she studied the way the dress accented her perky, breasts and set off her auburn, mane. She worked the buttons of the bodice free from their closures and skinned the dress over her ruffled, auburn locks and donning the tee shirt once again.

For the rest of the day, she busied herself with cleaning. During her cleaning she stumbled upon an old photo album that she guessed had belonged to her Grandmother. She sat down on the bed Indian fashion and opened the album. A flood of memories whirled through her brain as she leafed through the pages. 

Shutting the album she ventured back downstairs heading for the kitchen. She and found some lemons in the fridge and she thought of bringing him down some cold, fresh squeezed lemonade as he must be hot and thirty from cleaning out the stables. She cut and squeezed the lemons into a pitcher and added some cold water and a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and put the pitcher into the refrigerator to chill.

A short, while later she walked down the path from the kitchen to where she saw the stables off in the distance carrying a tray with the pitcher and two glasses filled with ice. All around her birds chirped and the fragrance of jasmine filled the air. As she neared the stables she spied Trevor's ruggedly, handsome figure mucking out the stall of one of the horses. The pungent, odor of fresh manure assailing her nostrils.

"Care for some lemonade?" she beckoned as she got closer to the stables.

He turned and stopped what he was doing at the sound of her voice. Setting the pitch fork down against a wall of the stall, "Thank you Kayla I could sure use a drink." he replied,wiping the sweat from his brow.

"I thought you might." she smiled. Nearly growing faint as she saw once again the sun bronzed perfection of his physique. He had his shirt off and his wonderfully broad chest glistened with beads of sweat. Shakily, she poured him a glass of the ice cold lemonade as she sat the tray down on a bale of straw. She poured herself a tall glass hoping to quench the fiery pangs of desire between her thighs.

"What beautiful animals." she smiled as she walked up to the nearest stall and petted the head of one of the horses. "I think he likes me." she giggled as she stroked his mane.

She turned and walked toward the bale of straw where she left the tray with the lemonade. Her left, foot caught in a bucket she hadn't seen and she was sent sprawling to the ground with a thud.

"Are you alright!" he exclaimed running over to help her to her feet.

"I think so." she replied.

He wrapped his strong, sinewy arms about her and helped her to her feet. Only to have her slump against him in pain.

"I think I twisted my ankle." she said as she winced in pain. "I guess I should be more careful and look before I step."she laughed.

He helped her over to a bale of straw and sat her down. "Let me take a look at it." he murmured. "it might be broken." He knelt down on the floor of the stall and gently removed her flip flop. His fingers, maundered ever so slowly over her ankle. Massaging her foot with gentle, caresses, her flesh, smooth and soft beneath his fingers, "Does that feel better? I don't think it's broken." he murmured still kneading the pliant, flesh.

She winced as he probed and prodded her ankle the pain fading as he massaged her instep. His touch so gentle and soothing, "Mm...hmm..." she murmured. "Feels wonderful." His touch sending tingles through her flesh. 

"Let me help you inside you should stay off that ankle today." he said as he helped her stand up.

"What about our horse back rides...and I was going to cook dinner?" she asked sadly. "The horse back ride can wait till you feel better and I'll cook dinner tonight." he smiled. He helped her as they walked slowly up the path to the house. Letting her put her weight on him as each step caused her to wince in pain. He helped her up the staircase and to her bedroom. He walked her slowly over to the bed and helped her sit down taking the weight off her ankle. "You slip into something more comfortable and I'll get some ice for that ankle it looks like its starting to swell and some aspirin." he suggested.

"Can you hand me my duffel bag please I haven't had the chance to unpack yet?" she asked. "I'm sorry I'm such a bother just a natural born klutz I guess." she chuckled.

"Here you go." he said handing her the green duffel bag. "And you're not a klutz accidents happen." He turned and left the room returning after a few minutes with the aspirin and ice.

She reached into her duffle bag as he left the room and quickly doffing her jeans and tee shirt slid a thin, nightshirt down over her auburn, tresses and slid beneath the covers.

"You don't know me very well I am too a klutz." she giggled.

"Are not!" he exclaimed.

"Am too!" she said.

"You are not now I don't want to hear another word about it!" he said.

"Am too!" she giggled goading him on. Her finger's reaching for her pillow and bringing it down to hit him over the head.

"Oh now you're going get it!" he chuckled. He pushed her backwards on the bed a straddled her slender, hips. His finger's finding her ribs and tickling her unmercifully.

She was no match for this superb male animal in primal condition. Her willowy, torso bucking and writhing beneath him as he hovered over her, His perfect, powerful, muscular frame hovering mere inches above her. Would he kiss her now? Her heart was thundering beneath her breast. "Ok ok...I give up!" she laughed uproariously.

"Ok now you try and get some rest. That's an order!" he barked. "I'm gone back to the stables to finish up and start dinner."

She tossed and turned as her brain whirled with vague memories of her Grandmother and this strange, alluring man. He certainly was the most dark, mysterious man she had ever met. A man who could make her wet with just a heated glance, make her melt with just the slightest of touches.

Her thoughts, alternated between Trevor and her Grandmother. Some of her most treasured memories centered on the summers she spent with her Grandmother. Memories of her Grandmother brushing her hair at night and braiding it while telling her fairy tales of princess's and prince's who lived in some magical place. She dozed off her mind filled with happy thoughts. She felt at home at peace here. She could almost feel her Grandmother's presence in the house. Could almost here her voice.

Her mind, drifted to one of her fondest memories of her time with her Grandmother. She was around nine or ten years old and her Grandmother had allowed her to stay up late and witness the miracle of birth of a new foal. She remembered the look of amazement on her face as the new life entered the world.

As she lay in bed, floating along on a sea of happy memories she could almost hear her Grandmother's voice to trust Trevor. That he was a kind, gentle person and that he would be a good choice for a husband.

Working on her first, novel with all the deadlines, she focused all her energy on her writing as she had done most her life. Foregoing any type of social life in order to get her degree and achieve her goals she set for herself. This also meant foregoing any type of relationship with men at least until she had finished her novel. She had male friends of course but strictly on a platonic level. She had no time for games and all the problems a sexual relationship entailed at this point in her life. Was she using launching her writing career as simply an excuse to keep from getting hurt as her mother had?

Her brain was filled with questions to which she had no answer. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, punctuated by the recurring images of his muscular physique. The outline of his straining, shaft boldly displayed beneath the denim jeans. The way it felt as it pressed against her as he held her close.

Kayla Comes Home Ch. 02



Trevor finished rucking out the stalls and headed in the direction of the smokehouse to pick out one of the hams that he slaughtered recently. Almost everything they ate was grown on the plantation under his watchful eye. He picked out the perfect ham and strolled, leisurely back to the main house.

He put the ham into the over and turned his attention to a basket of mustard greens which he cleaned and put into a large kettle with a ham hock. His mind wandered to the feel of Kayla as her body pressed against his, the scent of her hair as it wafted to his nostrils and he felt his length burgeoning beneath his faded jeans. It had been a long time since a woman had affected him like this. He had long ago blocked out all memories of his ex wife and the years he spent in prison because of stupid mistake he made. 

He had to stop dwelling on the attractive woman upstairs. There was no chance that she would be interested in a lowly, hired hand. Yes he had done his homework on Miss Kayla Moody. She was the only daughter of a wealthy family from Long Island. She had spent most of her life in prestigious, boarding schools and had graduated from a very, prestigious college with a Doctorate in English Literature. She was way out of his league. He had barely, graduated from high school and most of what he learned be learned himself the hard way.

Upstairs, Kayla awoke from her short nap and reached for her laptop which was on the nightstand. She disciplined herself to try and write a little each day. For what seemed like hours, she stared at the blank page of the word processor. The nagging, hunger gnawing at her innermost, depths intruding into her thoughts, The sumptuous aroma of the ham cooking in the over wafting up to her room also causing a nagging, gnawing feeling in her stomach as she realized she was hungry.

Shutting her laptop she slid her legs from beneath the covers and winced in pain as she put her weight on her ankle. Limping, she managed to hobble to the door and slowly made her way downstairs. The alluring aroma of the cooking ham guiding her way to the kitchen.

"I thought I told you to stay off that ankle..." he barked!

"Really it doesn't hurt at all..." she replied.

"You know you make a rotten liar...." he chuckled. "Well...as long as you're here and so stubborn you may as well make yourself useful..." he remarked snidely; "can you get me the wine glasses there in the cupboard right over your head?"

She reached up for the wine glasses when she felt his hot breath on her neck. His arm's encircling her waist. His lip's grazing the flesh of the nape of her neck. She could feel the length of his burgeoning, erection against the crease of her buttocks. Smell the manly, musk of him. "Got them..." she choked. Turning around she stared into his aquamarine blue eyes.

Taking the wine glasses from her hands, he placed them down on the counter. His eye's gazing deeply into the liquid depths of her jade green eyes. His lip's, inches away from her pouting, lip's. Bringing his lip's closer he brushed her moist lip's with an exploratory kiss. "I've wanted to do that all day..." he said softly.

She grew weak in the knees as there lips met in the fleeting kiss. Nearly swooning, "I think I have been wanting that all day too", she whispered. Her nostrils filled with the musky scent of his aftershave. A shiver running through her body as their lip's met again. This time in a lingering kiss, His tongue exploring the sultry wetness of her mouth, her arms, encircling his broad, muscular back, Feeling the heat of his burgeoning, length even through the harsh, denim,his burning, blue eye's gazing into her emerald eyes. Without a word spoken there lip's met. His nostrils filled with the intoxicating scent of jasmine. 

There kiss lingered. Her hands, slowly roaming down the broad expanse of his back as they both eagerly accepted each other's probing tongue. Her torso melding against his as she relaxed in his arms, Her steadfast, resolve weakening under his ardent, kiss she wiggled out of the lascivious embrace."I just need a little more time..." she murmured; "I hope you can understand its not you it's me. "

Would you care for some wine", he offered as he poured her a glass.

"Yes thank you very much", she replied.

"There's no need for an explanation..." he smiled taking a sip of his wine.

"Yes there is...", she interjected; "my mother and father messed me up they kept me hidden away from the world in expensive boarding schools while they went merrily about there lives...it wasn't till after their divorce that I found out they sent me away to boarding schools so that I wouldn't see them fighting tooth and nail...I guess I have afraid to let go and meet a man and get on with my life for fear I end up just like them...instead I immersed myself in my studies and my writing career...so you see I am damaged goods...."

"Were all damaged one way or another..." he murmured.

"I'm sorry I've never admitted that to anyone before..." she apologized.

"It's ok we all need to get stuff off our chests once in awhile", he replied.

"Dinner is almost ready would you care for some more wine", he asked pouring himself another glass?

"I really shouldn't but I could use some more..." she remarked; "are you trying to get me drunk...?" "Believe me that's the farthest thing from my mind", he said a sarcastic tone to his voice as he carved the ham and put the meat onto a platter and placed it on the kitchen table along with a heaping bowl of mustard greens and a bowl of mashed potatoes. There was already a basket of corn bread and a gravy boat with her Grandmother's red eye gravy on the table. He courteously, held out the chair for her as she hobbled to the table. "It doesn't hurt badly huh..." he chuckled.

"You're such a smart ass...only when I walk on it", she retorted tongue in cheek. She was so close to him she could smell the piquant, scent of his masculinity as he pushed the chair for her. She wasn't sure if it was the wine or the fact he was so close to her as she felt a heat course through her body.

"Mm...everything looks so good...I don't know where to begin..." she murmured as she surveyed the bounty of food in front of her.

"Try the red eye gravy...it's your Grandmother's recipe and I think I came close..." he murmured.

Fond memories of Sunday dinners with her Grandmother came flooding back to her as she sampled the sumptuous wares on her plate. "I think it's absolutely perfect..." she smiled. "I just realized...I do not know a thing about you..." she inquired?

His eyebrows, raised and his lip's curled as he mulled over her question. "You wouldn't be interested..." he murmured as he tried to dodge her probing query.

"Try me..." she replied; sensing by his demeanor that she had struck a nerve!

Seeing there was no way to avoid her probing, question he took a sip of his wine as he mulled over his answer; "You tell me...", he began; "I grew up in a small town in California. I went through the whole surf board thing. I had dreams of being an actor...you know the whole Hollywood thing. I even tried it for awhile had an agent and everything but it didn't pan out. So I moved here to Georgia and that's when I met your Grandmother. I was out of work out of money so I answered a classified ad for a live in caretaker...."

She sensed that there was something he wasn't telling her but she didn't want to pry. He would tell her when he was ready. 

Her writer's brain began to whirl as she cast him as the perfect,alpha male for her novel. So far her time at the plantation had given her plenty of fodder for her novel. But, there was one crucial, element she needed for her novel that her research would not be complete without. They sat and talked as they finished the bottle of wine. She arose from her seat, her head spinning from the wine so that she stumbled forcing her to lean against the table to regain her balance. "Oh I think I had too much wine..." she giggled.

"Let me help you upstairs..." he offered, gallantly, wrapping one sinewy, arm around her shoulder and taking her hand.

"Are you insured..." she giggled; "against bodily injury...?"

"I'll check my policy later..." he chortled. His strong arm, wrapped about her they slowly, negotiated the staircase making their way to her bedroom. He held onto her as she went to slide beneath the rumpled, covers. Her legs, gave way beneath her and the sudden shift in weight caused them to both tumble onto the bed. Both erupting into a chorus of uproarious laughter, His torso coming to rest between her splayed thighs for a brief, moment before he rolled off her.

She grabbed his hand, "Stay with me please..." she asked; "just until I fall asleep...."

"I'm not sure that would be a wise idea..." he chuckled.

"Oh why...tell me..." she giggled; "are you afraid of me...?"

"No not of you..." he laughed!

"Pretty please..." she said her smile changing to a pout.

He needed no further encouragement. His rampant, length was erect and alert beneath the denim of his jeans. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt in his hurry to undress. Revealing his sun bronzed, chest and washboard like abdomen, With shaking hands he loosened the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down letting his jeans fall around his ankles. He stood back up and stepped out of them naked save for a pair of briefs. 

Her cheeks, coloring with abashment as she couldn't help but ogle the prominent, outline of his shaft boldly displayed beneath the briefs as he slid beneath the sheets.

She changed her position and laid her head down on his shoulder. A soft, sigh issuing from her lip's as his arm drifted around her, cradling her against him. Her fingers, toying with the curly, tendrils of his chest hair, her fingers, maundering down over the corrugated, sinews of his abdomen. Her hand, brushing the burgeoning, length of his penis clearly outlined beneath his briefs. She ran her supple, fingers over the clearly defined, length, feeling it swell beneath her fingers. Her finger's, stole down the length of his sinewy, corded thigh. 

He sucked in a sharp, quick breath as her fingertip's traced over the sensitive, flesh of his erection. His lip's, seeking her trembling, swollen lips. His limber, tongue sliding betwixt her parted lip's darting repeatedly into the sultry, recesses of her mouth. He rolled over on his side, drawing the intoxicating, lassie against him. His lips, capturing hers, His tongue, parting the pouty, pink folds and darting brazenly into the steamy, interior. His hot, hard length buried between them.

They kissed for what seemed like hours. Capturing each other's mouth with hungry, urgency, their tongues fervently exploring the sultry, depths of each others mouths, Withdrawing the limber length of his tongue from the steamy, recesses of her mouth he let his lips maunder softly and flirtingly down the slender, length of her neck. Planting tiny, butterfly kisses along the artery pulsing beneath his lips.

"Oh God that feels so good..." she murmured her torso arching and writhing beneath his kisses. Her hand's, encircling his broad back and drawing herself tighter against him. Her finger's, maundering between their melded torsos and fondling the eager column of his arousal beneath his briefs.

Overcome with a burning,desire unlike any she has ever known she didn't withdraw her hand from the tumescent, column evident beneath the thin, briefs. Instead she kneaded it as if kneading a loaf of bread. "Ugh...you're doing just fine baby..." he moaned softly. It was becoming increasingly, uncomfortable as his erection, burgeoned. He wanted to free it from its confinement but he was afraid to break the spell.

As if reading his mind, her fingers, stealthily slipped beneath the waistband. Her gasp of surprise as her finger's found the length of his straining, arousal and freed it from its confinement muffled by his tongue, fervently exploring her mouth.

"Oh my...it's bigger then I imagined it would be...", she murmured in surprise. Her finger's, roamed over the flared, mushroom shaped crown taking in every detail. Marveling at the smooth, softness of the skin, her fingers, continuing their languorous tour as they slid down to the girth of the shaft, her finger's, tracing every vein and bumps and ridge as if charting a course on a map.

"Kayla....ugh...this isn't good idea..." he murmured; "I haven't been with a woman in...ugh...a long time...."

Instinctively, her finger's slid up and down the shaft soon finding a slow, languid rhythm. "Am I doing it right..." she questioned, softly?

"Oh yes baby...just like that..." he moaned. Her slow, lazy strokes causing a thin, stream of his secretions to drool from the plum sized head. Drooling down over the crown to coat her stroking, fingers, He closed his eyes and lolled his head back on the bed as she leisurely masturbated him.

"Shush...just lie back and enjoy this..., she scolded.

"What do you have in mind..., he inquired?

"That's for me to know and you to find out..., she replied as her lip's sought his. She kissed him softly. Tasting the slight, salinity of his lip's. Slowly she straddled him allowing her lips to travel down his neck. Her palm's molding themselves to the contours of his broad sun bronzed chest. Her lips, traversing his chest, Tasting the slightly, salty flavor of his sweat, Her tongue, slithering out to tease and taunt the hair encircled, male nipples till they stood at attention from his chest.

"Mm...I think I like this..., he groaned, as her lips moved languorously down the flatness of his washboard like abdomen.

"Mm...then you're going to like this even better..." Parting her lip's she engulfed the head in the warmth of her mouth. "Mm...! Letting the plum, shaped head slip from her mouth she wrapped her supple, fingers around the thickness of his shaft glistening with her saliva and stroked him languorously from base to tip. Her slow, masturbation of his turgid,length was having the desired effect as a stream of his juices drooled from the mushroom, shaped head coating her stroking fingers. She added to his misery by engulfing the plum, sized crown in her mouth and twirling her tongue languidly over it gathering up his slightly, salty emissions. She felt his testes, tighten under her fingers as she fondled them gently. Her tongue, slithering up and down the stiff, length of his shaft. "Oh God baby...I'm going to come..., he groaned as his testes, contracted violently. His back arching upwards as he himself deeper into her hot wet, mouth.

She felt the tell tale pulsations travel up the length of his tumescent, shaft. Her finger's, now racing up and down as she heard his harsh, masculine groan of pleasure. With a profound shudder he surrendered to her adroit, ministrations as the dam burst inside him. With a shuddering release of tension he spilt himself inside her yielding, receptive mouth. His pulsating, member releasing a torrent of his molten, lava like semen into her mouth, She sputtered and gagged on the copious, semen as her finger's coaxed jet after jet to erupt into her mouth and throat. She stroked the still, pulsing, and quivering tumescence of his shaft coaxing more blasts of his thick, lava like semen to run down over the glistening, shaft.

She stroked the still, pulsing, and quivering tumescence of his shaft coaxing more blasts of his thick, lava like semen to run down over the glistening, shaft. She flicked her tongue over the softening, length ridding it of the evidence of his climax before laying her head down on the rippling, muscles of his chest.

"Mm...that was nice...but you didn't have to do that...,' he murmured, running his fingers through her auburn, curls.

"I know I didn't have too..., she murmured; "I wanted too...." 

"Well being a proper southern gentleman...it wouldn't be proper for me not to return the favor would it..., he smiled. His lips, capturing her mouth again with hungry urgency. His tongue, slipping between her soft, pink lips and making sweeping, swirling motions inside her mouth.

"God help her she wanted him..., she mused to herself. Her body, melding against his, her resistance, melting under his arduous kisses, She trembled in his lascivious embrace. Her alabaster, flesh glowing warmly with the pink flush of arousal, her breathing, whispery and shallow from her lungs, Her lush, auburn mane thrown back as she writhe in his arduous, embrace. "I'm...afraid I haven't been totally honest...with you..., she panted.

He ceased his languid exploration of her sultry, mouth and looked at her inquisitively. "Shush...it's not important...."

"Yes it is..., she murmured breathlessly; "but it can wait till later...please kiss me again...." She melded into his gentle embrace her arm's encircling his waist. Her lip's trembling and swollen parting with the inflow of warm, sensual blood.

He slid his warm, moist tongue into the sultry, recesses of her mouth. Dancing fervently with her tongue, the long, lingering kiss leaving them both breathless. His own hands weren't still as he found the softness of her silken, smooth thigh beneath the short, nightshirt she wore. His fingers, stealing higher and higher up her thigh until he reached the waistband of her panties rumpling her skirt up in the process. His finger's curled and hooked in the elastic, waistband and he eased her panties down her supple, thighs. Giving him freer access, His agile, digits returned to the smooth, flesh of her thighs and sojourning adroitly into the warmth of her inner thighs. Brazenly, his maundering digit's found their objective. The downy, folds of her labia, His fingers, idly were tracing the crinkled, folds until he found the turgid, sentinel of her clit. Which he circled softly and languorously with his adroit, digit.

His own exploring, fingers weren't idle either as he slid a single digit downward and adroitly parted the puffy, fold's of her labia. His talented finger slipping inside the velvety, sheath of her vagina and gathering the slick, syrupy juices which flowed from her depths, Bringing his finger back up he caressed the shiny, pearl of her clit, bathing it with her slick, juices.

"Oh please...just like that..., she whimpered her cries of pleasure muffled by the length of his ardent, tongue which was fervently sweeping and swirling the sultry, depths of her mouth. She could feel the faint stirrings of her climax beginning deep in her belly. With a deep, convulsive shudder she reached her own peak of ecstasy.

He caressed her upper body gently as she recovered from her climax. His fingers', brushing softly through her coppery mane, His lip's claiming hers with soft, feathery kisses. "Whew..., she exclaimed as she found her voice; "that was so intense...!" 

They lay like that for some time, his finger's combing through the coppery, tresses until she shut her eyes and he heard the peaceful even breathing of sleep issuing from her lips.

The first, beckoning rays of the morning sun alighted on the slumbering, lovers. Kayla's eye's flickered open and greeted the new day. She rolled over to look at Trevor. Her fingers, accidentally brushing against the full throbbing erection between his thighs.

"Mm...you know it would be a shame to waste that..., she murmured as her finger's curled around the engorged, flesh. Her eyes, noting every inch of his firm, sleek, slender body with its fine musculature, Marveling at how overwhelmingly sexy he looked in silhouette, she thought. Larger, more dominating, incredibly male, her gaze, maundering down the expanse of his rampant body. Surveying the smooth bronze expanse of streamlined muscle and sinew tapering down to a taut, flat abdomen and the corded sinews and fine musculature of his thighs.

"Hmm...I think you took the words right out of my mouth..., he chuckled, rolling onto his side and drawing her slender, torso against his. His lips, seeking her moist, full, trembling lips, His tongue, slid between her lips already parted in invitation. Fervently exploring the sultry, recesses of her mouth, His tongue, dancing and curling with hers, they kissed for many minutes until he left the welcoming portal of her mouth his lip's venturing onto the smooth, unblemished flesh of her neck.




Kayla Comes Home Ch. 02



Her body undulated sensuously against the rumpled, covers of the bed. Her fingers, maundering over the smooth, rippling muscles of his back, over the corded, sinews of his shoulders, her soft, coos of delight leaving her lip's as he traced the pulsing artery in her neck from her collarbone to the pendulous, lobe of her ear. She felt the fiery, flames of pleasure rushing to her passion engorged clitoris.

His nose filled with the alluring, almost intoxicating scent of her perfume. He traced his lip's languidly down her neck. Planting tiny, fleeting butterfly kisses along her collarbone. "Your perfume drives me wild..., he murmured softly as he worshipped the satiny, flesh of her shoulders. His finger's, adroitly slipping beneath the thin, nightshirt and raising it up her lithe, torso revealing her beautifully formed, burgeoning, naked, creamy breasts to his appraising, eye. His lip's and tongue painting the sweetly curved, mounds. Circling closer and closer to the melon-colored halo of her areola, the nipple pink and just barely dark and hardening at the very tip.

"Oh God...please..., she whimpered. Her back arching up off the bed proffering her breast's aching with need to his lips.

He slid out his limber, tongue and lashed at the pebble like peak of her left, nipple before parting his lip's and suckling it deep into his mouth. His tongue, rolling the tender, nipple, gently tugging on it till it stood out proudly from the melon-colored center.

"Ugh...yes...., she hissed as lightning bolts of pleasure surged through her. Her hand's coming up to clutch his wavy, brown hair. Crushing his head to her aching, impatient breast, "Oh God...make love to me...!"

"All in good time my sweet..., he whispered, lasciviously as he let the pebble like tip slip from between his lips achingly, erect and glistening with his saliva. "A woman as beautiful as you should be savored like a fine bottle of wine..., he murmured, softly as he took her right, nipple between his lip's. His palm's molding, reshaping the undersides of her breasts. He slowly, eased his sinewy, torso downward. His lips, kissing with gentle kisses each millimeter of creamy, perfection, her torso, gently undulating beneath his lip's as he trailed his way down the alabaster, flesh of her stomach. The heady, sweetness of her arousal wafting to his nostrils, almost causing him to lose control and take her roughly and savagely, Soft, mews of pleasure issued from her lip's as his lip's traced the smooth, supple flesh of her thighs as his lips maundered down her legs. His hands, caressed her feet expertly, his lip's parting and engulfing each toe in turn.

"He he stop...that tickles..., she giggled!

He languorously, trailed his lips up her ankle as he blazed a trail up one coltish, leg. Inching upward millimeter by millimeter his desire barely held in check as the heady, scent of her desire greeted his nostrils. He gently, supported one leg in his hands as he sojourned leisurely up one smooth, silky thigh. Stopping at the edge of the springy, nest of curls between her milky, thigh's. He switched legs and retraced his steps as he had done on her left leg.

Soft, coos of pleasure issued from her lips as she undulated, wantonly. Her fingers, entangling in his hair as he planted fleetingly soft kisses along the border of the curly, tendrils adorning her mound, Her thigh's parting wider in wanton invitation allowing him greater access.

There was no pretense as he bent his head and slid his adroit tongue along the passion slick, puffy folds of her labia. His nose, filled with the beguiling scent of her.

"Oh God what are you doing...", she gasped! Her hands coming down to entangle in his hair as he devoured her sweetly, flowing juices, "Oh Trevor you're going to make me come...!"

He flicked his tongue with wild abandon at the turgid, button of her clit. His hand's reaching beneath her and clutching passionately at the firm, mounds of her buttocks. Feeling them tense with her impending crescendo of passion, Parting his lips, he engulfed her clit between his lips. Swirling his agile, tongue around and around, Feeding off of her sweetly, flowing syrupy nectar voraciously. Sensing she was about to reach her crescendo he slid a single, digit into her velvety sheath feeling it clutch rhythmically at the finger as she reached the zenith of her passion.

Spasms of intense pleasure, coursed through her as her orgasm peaked. Her buttock's, gyrating with wild, abandon. Her thighs, trembling with the release of pent up sexual tension. "Oh God I'm coming..., she panted! Her breath coming in shuddering gasps of completion.

"Oh my God...that was incredible, she panted as she fought to catch her breath as the spasms ended. "I can't wait to find out your other talents...."

"Do you have any protection..., she asked, her cheeks coloring?

He shifted his position from between her splayed; thigh's and arose from the bed. Rummaging through the pockets of his jeans and pulling out his wallet. He opened it and slid his finger's inside when he pulled them out he had a foil packet between his finger's She watched as he ripped open the packet and carefully unrolled it down the shaft of his member. 

She lay back and spread her thigh's allowing him access as he positioned himself once again between them. His lip's sought hers and her lip's parted willingly as he plunged his tongue ardently into her mouth. His lips, nuzzling the nape of neck, His palms, caressing the smoothness of her back, His right, hand coming down and grasping his penis in his fist and guided it between the hair fringed, outer fold's. He moved his hip's letting the turgid, shaft glide over the nub of her swollen, clit before nestling the head between the glistening, pink petals of her inner labia.

He eased himself inside her. Nestling the plum sized crown just inside the vestibule of her vagina. The warmth of her velvety, sheath enveloping him, He began moving inside her slowly letting the head slide from her velvety, sheath and reentering her with each thrust. Each well timed thrust tugging on her labial folds and stimulating her clit. Gritting his teeth with one well timed thrust he embedded himself fully into the glove like tightness, His testes churning with his semen.

"Oh God..., she moaned, her body accepting his thrusts and moving with him in perfect counterpoint. Her lithe, hip's moving in insistent, circles.

Regaining his control he began the slow in and out movements that would ultimately bring them to completion. Leisurely he thrust himself into the glove like, tightness. His hand's lifting her thighs and resting them on his shoulders and grasping lustily at her slowly, gyrating buttock's. Rolling over onto his back, still ensconced to the hilt in her hot, slick depth's.

"Ah...yes..., she hissed as she felt the swollen, mushroom shaped glans stretch her tightness. Raising up and letting the tip of him glide up and over the shaft of her clit. Her hips, churning languidly as she masturbated herself leisurely with the hot, swollen tip before shimmying her hips and allowing the large, flared crown to slip into her again. She repeated this action until she couldn't take it anymore allowing her body to sink down the straining shaft taking the engorged, length of his hot, bulging shaft fully inside her.

A silent, gasp issuing from her lips, Her velvety, tightness fully impaled on his thick, length, "Ah God...it's so big...", she groaned as her buttocks, churned in slow languid circles. "Oh..., he gasped as he felt himself enfolded in the velvety, depths of her hot, wet depths. His lip's claiming hers as she rose and fell on his straining, manhood. 

"Ugh...yes...oh God ..., she, murmured her breathing quickening as the gyrated in lazy circles. Grinding her clit against the base of his erection, her hands, molding themselves to her breasts, Seizing her stiff, nipple's between her finger's and rolling them gently. "I love your hard cock...; she groaned lustily adding to her excitement!

"Mm...ah..., he groaned as his passion flared with her lusty, groans. His hips, arching as he met her downward, motion, His palms, clutching at her buttocks, kneading them sensuously as he drove himself upwards into her with fast, hard strokes.

"Oh damn ...don't stop..., she breath in shuddering, gasps. Her torso, bending so that her lips met his, her tongue, plundering his mouth passionately, Her right, hand sliding between their melded, torso's to manipulate her clit in a frenzy of passion as that lovely sensation began to rise anew in the nexus of her thigh's. Her buttock's slamming down as she stiffened in climax. Rapturous waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her velvety, sheath pulsing around his hot, bulging shaft, Milking his seed up from the storehouses of his testes.

"Ugh...uh..., he groaned. He had kept his deep, fast, thrusts going all through her climax. Now as his passion threatened to consume him he rolled her over still firmly ensconced within her clinging, depths. His buttocks, contracting as he drove himself fast and hard into her hot, wet sheath, Her thigh's, coming up to encircle his back.

Still embedded deeply inside the hot, wet sheath, He plundered her sultry, depths with a regular cadence of hard, deep thrusts. His hand's roaming to cup her perky, breasts in his palms and rolling the nipples with his skillful, fingertips.

"Oh ...God", she moaned. Her moans muffled by his probing tongue. Her breath, coming in short, hot gasps as waves of pleasure cascaded through her with every plundering thrust. "Your cock feels so good...ugh...God... so big", she moaned as she broke the intoxicating kiss. Her body sliding, meeting his every thrust, the passion slick depths of her pussy clenching the tumescent girth of his rigid, member, The softness of her smooth flesh undulating against his firmly muscled body.

"Oh damn...Oh yes...you're going to make me come...don't stop", She whimpered. Her body trembling on the very edge of ecstasy until with a profound shudder she came in great, shuddering spasms her velvety, depth's clenching The hot, throbbing shaft rhythmically. Almost swooning from the explosion of pleasure.

He continued to thrust leisurely in and out of her sultry, tightness all the way through her climax. His lip's parting to taunt one pale, pink nipple with his tongue. His breathing, growing labored as the walls of her velvety, crevice milked his straining, shaft. Parting his lip's, he captured one quivering, nipple between his lip's sucking it deep into his mouth. HIs tongue swirling over, taunting the rigid, pebble like nipple.

He gritted his teeth feeling the churning of his semen in the bloated sacs of his testes threatening to explode. Meeting her movements with hard, deep thrusts of his own, She screamed against his throat. Crying out in unabashed abandon as that strong, lovely sensation began to claim her again. Her clutching, depth's milking the tumescent, shaft ensconced firmly in the warm, moist depths the velvety, walls rhythmically convulsing. Drawing the essence of his maleness up from the twin sacs of his testes, the glorious, spasms of pleasure going on and on as she stiffened and trembled with multiple explosions of rapture, He rolled back over. 

With his tongue plundering, the succulent warmth of her mouth he pulled out till his head of his manhood was at the vestibule of her tight, wet sheath and thrust, brutally to the hilt. Burying him in the torrid, wetness.

The air forced from her lungs by the power of his animal like thrust wrapped her satiny, smooth thighs around his broad, hips. Meeting his thrusts until they were rutting like animals, His chest rising and falling as he breath in a deep regular rhythm as he plundered the tight, sultry cleft of her velvety, furrow, His pubis, pummeling, grinding against her clit as he sawed his cock in and out of her frothy depths.

"Oh...damn...I'm so close...come with me Mm...ugh.., she breath in quick, hot pants. Her palms, cupping the perky mounds of her breasts, rolling her nipple's gently between her fingers.

Gritting his teeth, against the rising tide of his passion, He drove fast and hard into the magnificent, tightness. His testes, churning with his molten, seed. His hand's leaving her slender hips and clutching at her buttocks.

"Trevor..., she screamed in unabashed abandon! Her auburn, locks disheveled from their sexual antics. Her face, contorting in pleasure as her body erupted in great, shuddering clenching spasms. 

With a low, animal like groan, he abandoned himself to pleasure. Lightning bolts of fulfillment coursed through him as he spent himself inside her velvety, cleft. His magnificent body shuddering as jet after copious jet of his semen erupted from his contracting, testes. His torso, glistening with sweat from their frenzied, coupling.

Pulling out of her he peeled the condom from his slowly, waning erection and laid his body down along side hers. His chest, coated with glistening beads of sweat. His fingers, combing through the rumpled, auburn tress's of her hair.

"Oh my God...your amazing ..., she panted as she lay catching her breath. Basking in the afterglow of her passion, her heart, thundering beneath her creamy, breast. "I love you Trevor", she sighed as she laid her head on his chest. Her nostrils filled with the musky, scent of their coupling.

"Whew..., she panted!

"Tell me something is there anything your not good at", she murmured as they snuggled on the rumpled, sheets kissing softly?

"Golf", he grinned!

"I think I can learn to like this..., she sighed, running her fingers through the tight, curls of his chest hair. Toying with the hair encircled, male nipples.

"I better get a shower and get busy before my boss fires me..., he grinned. "I need to run into town and pick up some supplies", he remarked as he slid from beneath the disheveled, sheets.

"Mm...I think your job here is secure..., she teased. Stretching her lissome, torso as she watched him saunter, leisurely to the bathroom, Soon the hissing of the shower could be heard as he stepped beneath the steamy, spray.



Kayla Comes Home Ch. 03



The din of the water cascading from the showerhead drowned out the sound of Kayla opening the bathroom door softly and closing it behind her as she stepped into the steamy, bathroom. She tip toed to the shower and pulled back the shower curtain stepping inside. With the warmth of the water flowing over her, she wrapped her arms around his soapy, torso. Her hands, roaming over the soap slick, flesh of his chest.

"Your insatiable you know that," he chuckled as he continued to lather his sinewy, torso.

"What can I say...you bring out the animal in me," she retorted her palm's maundering lazily down over the corrugated, sinews of his stomach. Her sojourning, touch descending lower until her searching, finger's curled around the flaccid, length of his shaft.

"Are you purposely trying to kill me," he chortled?

"Aw...now that would defeat my purpose now wouldn't it," she murmured. Her soap, slick finger's wandering lazily up and down his length. Leisurely, masturbating he, feeling him stiffen slightly in her fist.

With an animal like groan he surrendered to her lascivious, advances. Despite their earlier sexual gymnastics he felt his member stiffen with renewed vigor under her surprisingly adroit ministrations.

Turning around her grasped her arms raising them over her head and pinned her against the wall of the shower, His lip's descending and finding her lips. His tongue, sliding between the ripe plums of her lip's to plunder her mouth passionately.

She melded against his muscular, torso. Her arm's wrapping around his neck as his grip on her arm's relaxed. Her tongue plundering his mouth ardently.

His hands, slid down her soap slick, torso maundering between their melded, torsos and kneading and fondling the perfection of her breasts. Rolling the stiff, apices of her nipples between his soap, slick fingers.

He scooped her up in his arms. Her legs, locking around his waist, the very tip of him nuzzling the warmth of her velvety, cleft, Slowly, inch by indescribable inch she lowered herself down feeling the flared, plum shaped head separate the downy, folds of her labia. She lowered herself down another inch and felt the large, head at the vestibule of her slick, furrow.

He clutched her firm, buttock's passionately and supported her as she raised and lowered herself on his stiff, length. The limber, length of his tongue darting repeatedly in and out of her mouth.

His large, calloused palm's cupping them, molding the undersides. Rolling her tightly, beaded nipple's between his fingers. There torso's slamming together bucking and arching and colliding in perfect rhythm.

Sweat dripping from his torso, he moved his lip's lower and suckled her left, nipple deep into his mouth slaking his thirst. Lashing at the rose colored areola and the tightly, beaded nipple's each one the color of pale pink tea roses. 

She arched and writhed in torment as his thrusts became harder more insistent in a regular, pulsing cadence. She moved against him met his eager, thrusts and matched them. Her breath in breathless, urgent gasps as each thrust forced the breath from her lungs. She came in great shuddering, clenching spasms. Her velvety, sheath milking the thickness of his shaft until with a long low growl, His body shuddering with release he spewed forth a fountain of semen from his testes. 

"Mm...are you positive...you have to go into town today," she panted as she tried to catch her breath.

"Yes I do," he replied, withdrawing from her and stepping out of the shower drying him vigorously and wrapping a towel about his waist. He left the steamy, confines of the bathroom and quickly dressed in a tee shirt and jeans meeting her as she emerged from the bathroom a towel wrapped securely about her torso. "I'll be home in a few hours," he uttered as he walked by.

She returned to her room and dressed quickly in a yellow sundress and tights as she heard the clamber of his beat up, Ford pickup drive away. Grabbing her laptop she pranced down the stairs and to the kitchen making her a pot of coffee.

Perching herself at the kitchen table she opened her laptop and her mind whirling with the vivid memories of their sexual antics attempted to put the feelings into words. The alluring, aroma of the coffee drawing her attention away as she strode to the coffee maker and poured herself a large, mug fill.

Returning to the table she sat down again took a sip of the aromatic, coffee and turned her attention to her writing. The words seeming to fly from her brain to her finger's faster then she could type. As she typed she could almost feel the scintillating touch of Trevor's hands as they caressed her smooth, silken flesh passionately. She squirmed in her seat as she felt the heat of her desire gnawing at her belly again she described their love making in almost vivid detail.

The ardor and dampness between her supple, thighs' were drawing her finger's downward. Her finger's, sojourning beneath the flowing, skirt of the sundress and idly maundering up the nylon clad length of her thigh. Her left hand, straying down to cup the perky swell of her breast through the thin, bodice of the dress, the nipple, was protruding stiffly from the firm, mound.

Her fingers, sojourned higher beneath the skirt. Causing the skirt to bunch up about her waist, her supple, fingertips venturing into the heat of her nylon clad inner thighs, One, insolent digit, tracing the crease of her hair fringed outer fold's through the flimsy, material of her tights.

She slid her fingers beneath the elastic, waistband of her tights and panties. Her supple, digit's brushing the springy, nest of curls adorning her mound as they nimbly, sought out the swollen, kernel of her clit straddling the damp, pink petals of her inner fold's. One solitary, fingertip was slipping between the puffy, hair fringed outer folds and gathering the syrupy nectar drooling from her velvety, sheath. 

Her fingers, coated with the slick, syrupy juices flowing from her frothy, depths languidly, circled the swollen, pearl of her clit bathing it with her slick, secretions. Her breathing, coming in quickening pants as her pleasure threatened to reach a turbulent, crescendo.

She could feel the orgasm building within her. Her supple, fingertip circling the now quivering bud of her clit, playing out her orgasm for as long as possible, Her breathing getting ragged now as the waves of pleasure threatened to crest and consume her. Her thigh's beginning to quiver with the first faint stirrings of climax 

Her taut, buttocks clenched and unclenched rhythmically as the tidal wave of her imminent orgasm began to break upon her. Her face contorting in ecstasy, her body trembling on the very edge of ecstasy until with a profound shudder she came in great, shuddering spasms, Her taut buttocks, clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure cascaded through her.

"Whew...," she panted as she tried to catch her breath after the turbulent, climax. It was almost as if her years of pent up desire had bubbled to the surface since she had met Trevor.

The sound of the doorbell, breaking her from her reverie, quickly smoothing her skirt down over her legs she arose from the kitchen chair and strode quickly to answer the front door. "Who could that be," she mused to herself?

She opened the door and saw the uniformed officer standing there and her heart sank. Instinctively sensing something was amiss. "Is anything wrong officer," she queried?

"I'm afraid I have some bad news," he began; "I'm afraid there's been an accident."

"Oh my God...," she gasped!

"Trevor isn't dead," she uttered, fear the worst. Her heart sinking and a lump forming in the pit of her stomach.

"No he is still alive...but the medics said it didn't look good," the officer added somberly. "If you want to go to the hospital I can take you...It's not a good idea to drive."

"No thanks officer I rather drive myself...I'm ok," she retorted.

The officer left and Kayla scrambled around gathering up her purse and car keys. Within minutes she was heading down the road towards town hoping he would still be alive when she arrived at the hospital. She drove faster then she had ever driven in her life.

She parked the black, Toyota in front of the sprawling, hospital and strode briskly inside the emergency room entrance. Preparing her for the worst she slowly, walked up to the reception desk.

"I'm looking for Trevor Watson...he was in a car accident," she queried excitedly?

"If you'll have a seat I'll have the doctor who looked after him come out and talk to you," the young, lady at the desk answered.

She went and sat in one of the waiting area chairs in the crowded waiting area tapping her foot anxiously. Trying to remain calm, she glanced around the waiting area at the little kid's with the sniffles that their anxious parents bought in. She wrung her hands anxiously. Her palms, moist with sweat, all kinds of thoughts were running through her mind.

"Excuse me were you looking for Mr. Watson," the young, doctor asked?

"Yes I am...is he ok...can I see him," she asked?

"I'm afraid he is in surgery right now," the doctor replied. "It's touch and go right now." The doors to the emergency room burst open and the doctor had to excuse himself abruptly.

She walked up to the reception desk once again and asked the lady there for directions to surgery. The lady pointed her in the direction of the elevators telling her to press the button for the second floor. She courteously, thanked the young, lady and briskly turned and strode off towards the elevators.

She waited anxiously for the elevator. When the doors opened she stepped inside and punched the button for the second floor. The elevator doors shut and began its ascent. In less then a minute the doors whisked open and she stepped out. The antiseptic, odor she hated about hospitals assailing her nostrils she maundered through the labyrinth of the hospitals corridors following the arrows on the floor. Eventually reaching the reception area of the surgical wing, her stomach roiling with anxiety and the almost overpowering odor of antiseptic she fought the urge to vomit.

The lady behind the reception desk looked up acknowledging her presence; "may I help you...?"

"Yes...I'm looking for Trevor Watson...I was told he was still in surgery," she inquired?

"Yes he is...if you would like to wait I will have the surgeon speak to you as soon as he's done," replied the receptionist.

"Thank you very much..., she murmured as she turned and maundered towards the waiting area. She perched herself in one of the chairs and breath a deep, sigh. Her hands, shaking visibly, anxiously, she watched the clock on the wall. Watching as the seconds turned into minutes. 

Spying the coffee urn sitting on a nearby table she arose from her perch and walked slowly towards it. With shaking hands she managed to pour herself some in a Styrofoam cup. This couldn't be happening to her she thought to herself as she strode back to her seat.

The minutes, ticked by before she spied the surgeon still in his surgical scrubs approaching her, she stood up and met the surgeon halfway.

"Are you waiting for news on Mr. Watson," he inquired?

"Yes I am...how is he...please tell me he is going to be alright," she replied anxiously.

"Well he is very lucky...", the surgeon, began; "he made it through the surgery fine...his vital signs are stable...we were able to remove the clot putting pressure on his spinal cord...but its too early to tell if there is any permanent damage."

"Permanent damage," she queried, her heart sinking even more.

"When he brought in he had some paralysis in his legs...we won't know for sure for a few days till we do some tests," the surgeon explained.

"When can I see him..., she asked after taking a deep breath to calm herself down?

"Well right now he is in recovery...probably not until tomorrow", the surgeon replied; "You may as well go home and get some rest...I'll call you if there is any change...."

The surgeon was right there was nothing she could do there she was emotionally drained. She needed to go home and rest. It would do neither of them any good if she became ill. After leaving her name and number with the receptionist she slowly, navigated the labyrinth of corridors again heading for the elevators.

Eventually she found her way to the entrance she came in and ventured out into the parking lot walking briskly through the gathering darkness to her car. She opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. Sitting behind the wheel she took a deep breath and broke down weeping. It was the first time since she heard of Trevor's accident that she allowed herself to cry. The tears kept flowing from her eyes as she thought of him lying in that hospital bed alone.

She wasn't sure how long she had sat there weeping. It could have been minutes or hours. She was broken out of her reverie by the cacophony of rain drops pelting the windshield from a sudden summer storm. She started the car and turned on the windshield wipers as she pulled from the parking lot and drove home. 

She drove slowly and carefully on the half hour drive back to the plantation. The pelting, rain making it difficult to see the road even with the wipers running full speed. Pulling onto the lane leading to the plantation she pulled up to the main house. Opening the car door she made a mad dash to the porch.

The house, seemed eerily, quiet without Trevor's presence as she opened the door and ventured inside shutting it behind her and searching for the light switch. She walked slowly up the staircase to her room. The only sound being the creaking of the stairs and the rain peppering the windows.

She quickly doffed her clothes and donned an oversize tee-shirt and a pair of shorts and slid beneath the coolness of the sheets. The lingering, scent of their love making assailing her nostrils, she lay there for some time, exactly how long she wasn't sure listening to the insistent, tattoo of the rain against the windows. 

The rain stopped as suddenly as it began and the house was eerily, quiet. The only sound was the ticking of the alarm clock on the nightstand. She found herself unable to sleep her eye's open staring at the ceiling thinking of Trevor. Missing his arm's enfolding her. His laughter, the warmth of his body next to hers, wondering if she would ever feel that again, rolling over on her side in a fetal position she clutched a pillow and hugged it tightly her eye's finally shutting as she fell asleep.

The shrill tinkling of the telephone roused her from her restless slumber. "Hello", she answered groggily. Her stomach lurching as she recognized the husky, male voice on the other end of the phone. "How did you get this number", she queried?

"That's not important Kayla," replied Devon Kincaid; "What is important is that I need to see you."

"I already told you Devon that it's over between us...," she replied, bile rising in her throat as she fought back a wave of nausea; "I don't think there is anything more to discuss."

"Ah but that's where you're wrong my dear Kayla," Devon's, husky male voice replied "Meet me tomorrow at one o'clock sharp at the Southern Belle Cafe I think you will find it very worthwhile."

"I'll be there, Devon but after that I don't want to hear from you again...do I make myself clear," she said, bitterly.

"We shall she my dear...we shall see," he said hanging up the phone.

The morning sun peeked over the horizon. The beckoning, rays alighting on her slumbering, figure. Her eyelid's fluttered open. She stretched her willowy, torso and threw the cover's from atop her sliding her legs out from beneath the sheets. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and noticed it was almost seven. She hardly slept a wink all night tossing and turning as she pondered the meaning behind the late night phone call from her ex lover. Wondering why anyone in their right mind would be awake at this ungodly hour of the morning. The sun, barely peeking over the horizon she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and forced herself to start a fresh pot of coffee. The aromatic aroma filling her nostrils.

Pouring her a steaming, mug of coffee, she sat at the kitchen table quietly reflecting on her life as she sipped the steaming, beverage. Her parents, had endured troubled times in their marriage. Both of them guilty of having illicit affairs, her mother, had remarried an older man. Eventually they divorced when she was just turning twelve. Probably for the better she began to realize as she grew older. After the divorce, she turned her attention to her schoolwork. Graduating from high school with an A average and a scholarship to Harvard University.

Trevor's accident was forcing her to reevaluate her life. Forcing her to realize just how fragile her very own existence was. How in the blink of an eye it can all change. Forcing her to face the realization that she could lose Trevor forever, her goals she had set for herself. The novel she was working on all that suddenly seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things all she wanted all she needed was to have him back with her again.

The coffee was helping to rejuvenate her wee bit as she stood up and padded over to the coffee maker in her pink, furry bunny slippers. Pouring herself another steaming cup of liquid energy, glancing at the clock on the wall she found she was running late she had barely enough time to shower, dress and race to the hospital for visiting hours.

She arrived at the sprawling, hospital complex just as visiting hours started. She quickly made her way upstairs to the Intensive Care Unit and caught the young, surgeon from the day before just as he was leaving. "Hello doctor...is there any improvement in Mr. Watson's condition...can I see him...," she queried?

"I wish I could give you better news...", the surgeon began; "he seems to have lapsed into a coma...but his vital signs are stable at this point...yes you can see him...but please just for a few minutes...." The surgeon opening the door to his room and ushering her inside letting it shut softly behind her.

Her mouth, opened in a silent, gasp as she saw him lying on the hospital bed. Tubes and wires protruding from every orifice, Gathering her courage she walked closer to the bed and pulled up a chair. "Trevor I love you so much. You have to come back to me...I'm not ready to lose you...," she spoke softly, looking for any sign of response from him. She sensed that he could hear her that he was still with her. She bent over the bed and kissed him softly on the cheek.

She arrived at the restaurant shortly after one o'clock. She spied him almost immediately and get felt a knot form in her stomach. He was standing at the bar. He motioned her over and she moved as if she was in slow motion. "Hello Kayla...how nice it is to see you again...," he smiled. 

"Cut the crap...," she replied, venomously; "what is it that you want...?" Taking a long, lingering look at him she noticed that he was handsome in a rugged sort of way. Obviously his nose had been broken before as it was slightly, misshapen. His skin was tanned with just the shadow of stubble. His eye's, was dark and mysterious and yes even dangerous. Eyes a woman could lose herself in. The knot in the pit of her stomach growing into a gnawing ache as she continued her cursory, inspection, her eyes, roaming over the rippling, muscles of his chest and the corrugated, washboard like abdomen. 

"Please so much hostility...," he said; "may I buy you a drink."

"Thank you...," she smiled at least trying to act civil.

"Bartender another vodka martini for me and let me guess...a white wine for the lady...," he said. "This weather down here must be agreeing with you Kayla you look positively radiant."




Kayla Comes Home Ch. 03



"How did you find me...," she inquired; all the while being cautious to not fall under his spell?

"I can't give away all my secrets now can I...let's just say I have my ways...," he answered.

"I thought I made it perfectly clear when I left that I never wanted to see you again...," she said, bitterly.

"Come... come my darling there must be some part of you that remembers the fun we used to have together...," he smiled.

"Your table is ready Mr.Kincaid", announced the head waiter leading them to a table in a quiet, secluded corner of the restaurant. "Your waiter will be right with you to take your orders."

"I've moved on with my life there is no we anymore...," she spoke in hushed, tones her eye's burning with rage!

"Oh where my manners...are how is you're...what is his hired hand," he asked?

She looked at him with disdain. Her mind whirling with questions that made her stomach churn. What did he know about her and Trevor? Was he somehow involved with his accident? She decided to play along, to find out how much he knew all the while conscious of how dangerous he could be. How alluring and charming and how easily she could get caught up in his game.

"His name is Trevor...he's in a coma right now...but thank you for asking...," she murmured. "What do you know about his accident anyway?"

"Just what I read in the morning paper I assure you...," he replied; "They said his brakes were tampered with...who would do such a despicable thing?"

"The police will get whoever was behind it," she murmured, her eye's burning with fury.

"I certainly hope so...sometimes these types of accidents are hard to prove," he smiled, his hand reaching out to softly, clasp hers in a comforting gesture.

She shuddered with a mixture of arousal and revulsion as his hand enfolded hers. The touch of his hand against hers bringing back memories of their fervent, sexual antics that she tried to purge from her mind. She recoiled, defensively afraid to succumb to her feelings. Yet she needed to find out what more he knew about her and Trevor and the accident even if that meant compromising her principals and sleeping with him a wave of nausea coursing through her.

"Why don't we go back to my motel room," he murmured softly?

"Do you honestly think that just because you wandered back into my life that I'm going to let you back into my pants," she spoke in hushed tones. 

"Now I remember what attracted me to you...I love a woman with fire," he murmured with a smile.

"Give me one good reason why I should go back to your motel room with you," she inquired?

"Actually I will give you two," he answered; "One...because there is something I have there to show you that I think you will find very interesting....and two because I can read it in your eye's that you want too,"

"Hmm...care to enlighten me as to what you think I will find interesting," she retorted.

"Let's just say your handyman hasn't been totally honest with you," he said.

"And what if I turn down your gracious invitation," she smiled.

"Then I wouldn't be able to live with myself if an accident happened with you all alone in that big house...it would be a shame if anything happened to you", he smirked.

"I'm a big girl...I can take care of myself," she remarked.

"I am sure you are quite capable of taking care of yourself," he replied.

Her curiosity, piqued as to what Trevor may have hidden from her and exactly what Devon was after she cringed with revulsion at the mere thought of what she would lower herself too she arose from the table. "What are we waiting for?"

"I'd known you would see it my way," he smiled as he took her by the arm and ushered her out to the parking lot. 

"Let's take my car," she suggested.

"Fine my motel is only a couple miles out of town," he beamed as he slid into the passenger seat of the Toyota.

With a squeal of tires she pulled the Toyota from the lot and within a few minutes they were at the motel. She followed behind him as he unlocked the door of the room and ushered her inside shutting and locking the door behind him.

"So what is this information that you seem to think I would be interested in," she queried, feeling uneasy at her decision to pursue the reasoning behind his wandering back into her life?

"All in due time...first things first...," he smirked as he turned and grasped her arms pinning her hands above her head. "You know you really are beautiful when you're mad," he chided his lip's claiming hers.

She felt almost like she could vomit as his lip's mauled hers fervently. Her heart was beating so loud in her ear's she was certain he could hear it. Her blood was roaring in her ears and she could scarcely breathe. Despite herself her body relaxed beneath his searing kiss. Her lip's parting against her will and allowing his masterful, tongue to slip into her mouth.

She felt like she would explode as his limber, tongue stroked her mouth to ecstasy. Her tongue, dancing and curling around his, She could feel the heat of his desire pressing against her and she grew wetter with her rising ardor.

They kissed for long, intense minutes. Their tongues fervently exploring each other's mouths before coming up for air, their eye's flaming with an untapped passion they could no longer deny. His lip's sought her lips again. His tongue, tracing the fullness of her lip's now trembling and swollen from their passionate, kiss. His tongue, probing between her parted lips. Darting repeatedly inside her mouth, His lip's, becoming more forceful more fervent. His tongue, savagely plundering her mouth.

"Mm...I think the bed would be much more comfortable," he whispered into her shell like ear.

"I think that's one of the better ideas you've had all day," she murmured, softly,as the flames of desire smoldered deep within the pit of her belly threatening to ignite at any moment into a roaring conflagration that could burn them both.

He caught up to her easily, throwing himself onto the bed. He rolled on his side, drawing her against him his lip's capturing hers. His tongue, parting the delicate pink folds and darting brazenly into the steamy, interior, His hot hard length buried between them, His tongue, danced and curled with hers as they bundled languidly. 

He smiled as he claimed her lips again. His tongue darting inside her warm, wet mouth absorbing her drugging nectar, His tongue, intertwined with hers. Dancing sensuously within the sultry confines.

She melded into his arms again. His tongue, plundering her mouth nearly causing her to swoon, she was intoxicated by the maleness of him. The scent of his body sensual and alluring, her hands maundered down his back. Over the tight, firm buttocks beneath the denim of his jeans.

His tongue entered her mouth in one smooth sweep. Making swirling motions inside her mouth. Absorbing her very essence into his being, His tongue dancing, and curling about hers, her lips, returning the passionate kiss with equal enthusiasm, as his hands, softly caressed her body. A soft, moan of passion issuing from her lip's as his tongue and lip's moved to the hollow of her throat.

His burning, blue eye's gazing into her emerald eyes. Without a word spoken there lip's met. His nostrils filled with the intoxicating scent of jasmine. There kiss lingered. Her hands, slowly roaming down the broad expanse of his back as they both eagerly accepted each other's probing tongue. Her torso melding against his as she relaxed in his arms.

He broke the intoxicating kiss. His lips, nuzzling her earlobe, sucking on it gently, His tongue, sliding down her neck tracing a searing path, Feeling her pulse quickening before reclaiming her lip's again. His tongue, plundering her mouth passionately with deep fervent thrusts absorbing her essence into every cell.

She clung to him, her heart fluttering beneath her breast as she returned his fervent, kisses with deep, darting strokes of her own. Her fingers, roaming over the rippling muscles of his back, with the agility of a contortionist, she maneuvered her supple, finger's betwixt their melded torso's. Her palms, flattening themselves against the steely, hardness of his chest, her fingers, exploring the sinewy, contours of muscles and flesh.

Her body undulated sensuously against him. Her fingers, maundering over the smooth, rippling muscles of his back, over the corded, sinews of his shoulders, her soft, coos of delight leaving her lip's as he traced the pulsing artery in her neck from her collarbone to the pendulous, lobe of her ear.

They kissed for what seemed like hours. Capturing each other's mouth with hungry urgency, His fingers lazily, maundering up and down the silken, material of the blouse. His agile, digit's insinuating themselves between their melded torso's and deftly unbuttoning the buttons of the blouse so that is parted down the middle. His palm's, roving to capture a perky, breast covered only by the filmy, material of the camisole. The nipples, tightening to pebble like hardness against his palm.

His nose filled with the alluring, almost intoxicating scent of her perfume. He traced his lip's languidly down her neck. Planting tiny, fleeting butterfly kisses along her collarbone. "Your perfume drives me wild...," he murmured softly as he worshipped the satiny, flesh of her shoulders. His lip's, anointing the beginnings of her perky, up tilted breasts.

"Mm...," she moaned, as her nerve endings responded to his gentle, caress. "Wait...," she voiced as she freed herself from the torrid embrace. Brushing the silken, blouse from her the creamy, softness of her shoulders and letting it fall from her arms. Her dainty, breasts concealed only by the filmy material of the camisole.

Even as her common sense was telling her to stop and flee. Her body was telling her the opposite. Her head arched back wantonly, she moaned as he slowly, kissed and licked his way down the cleavage between the perky, up tilted, breast's. Proffering the perfection of her creamy, mounds to his lips.

With the agility of a contortionist, she maneuvered her supple, fingers betwixt their melded torsos. Her palms, flattening themselves against the steely, hardness of his chest, her fingers, exploring the sinewy, contours of muscles and flesh as they eased the tee shirt up and over his head.

Her finger's roamed over the hard slab of his belly. Her sojourning, digit's adroitly finding the zipper on the fly of his jeans. Her finger's, sliding inside the opening and finding the eagerly, erect evidence of his arousal. The heat of it filling her palm as she eased it from its confinement.

His lips, claiming hers, His tongue, slipping between her lips' to plunder the sultry, recesses of her mouth, His tongue, thrusting deeply into the moist, depth's. HHis finger's danced languidly down the smooth perfection of her back. His finger's, slipping beneath the filmy, camisole and meandering over her ribs and roving upwards to fondle her bare breasts. Rolling the tight peaks of her nipple's between his fingers as his tongue traced a searing path down her creamy, swan like neck. Roving to suckle, lightly on her pendulous, earlobe the intoxicating scent of her freshly, shampooed locks wafting to his nostrils.

His clever lips slid down her creamy, swanlike neck. Tracing a searing path along the artery carrying her life's blood, across her collarbone and traversing her upper chest his lips ever so slowly maundering down the slight valley between the burgeoning, breast's. His nostrils, filled with the heady aroma of the perfume.

He drew the filmy; material of the camisole up and over her coppery, lock's his head bending once again. His questing, lips a tongue slowly traversing the burgeoning, mounds his lips and tongue painting them lazily. His tongue, circling closer and closer to the pebble like tips. Loosing his hold on her creamy, silken breast's he feasted his eyes on the proffered, swells. His gaze feasting on the tightly beaded, apices. His lip's and tongue circling the pink halo of each areola drawing closer and closer to the taut, nipples which stood proudly, erect. Each one the color of pale pink tea roses.

"Oh Devon," she groaned as she felt his lip's close over and capture one tight nipple between his lip's. Her mouth opening to take a shivering inhale of oxygen into her lungs.

His lip's suckling the rigid; tip deeply into the warmth of his eager mouth whisked his agile tongue across the tightly pebbled peak. His ears pricking with delight as he heard her punctuated gasp. Her mane of auburn lock's flung back as she scaled the heights of passion.

Moving his lip's onto the silken flesh of her stomach. He slowly kissed his way down to the waistband of her skirt. His finger's, working the zipper down and slipping the skirt down her legs. His lip's placing little butterfly kisses on her newly bared flesh. The intoxicating scent of her arousal assailing his nostrils.

"Oh God...mm...you make me feel so good," she crooned. Her hip's churning languidly under his kisses.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her tights his nostrils filled with the heady aroma of her passion. Slowly he eased them down her supple, thighs. His lip's kissing each new section of flesh uncovered skimming over the nylon panties and tracing a path down the lithe, creamy thighs. As he pulled the tights down her legs and threw them in a heap on the floor. 

She arched longingly. Her thighs, opening wide to accommodate him as he neared the fiery epicenter of her desire, His finger's, hooking in the waistband of her panties and inched them down her legs. 

His tongue, slowly painted the smoothness of her stomach as it meandered downward. Flirting with soft, fleeting butterfly kisses at the beginnings of the inverted delta of springy, curls of her mound before shifting his focus to the softness of the inside of her left, thigh. Softly, kissing the crease where her leg joined her body. Doing the same to her right, thigh before venturing boldly into the heat between her hips.

"Oh...," she gasped sucking in a startled breath as she felt his sojourning tongue maunder languidly up and down the crease of her puffy outer fold's. Her thighs, splaying apart obscenely allowing him access to her wet, throbbing center.

His tongue maundered up and down the puffy, outer folds. His nostrils filled with the pungent scent of her arousal. His hand's, searching beneath her body and enfolding the firm, pliant hillocks of her buttocks. His finger's, joining his tongue and parting the puffy, folds baring the damp, pink petals of the flower of her sex to his gaze. His chisel like tongue, gathering the sweet, droplets of her syrupy, nectar which glistened their, His adept, tongue sliding upward to momentarily circle the pink, pearl of her clit which was erect with longing. Feeling her buttocks, clench with pleasure in his palms.

"Oh...Oh... God ...lick my hard clit...make me come...," she whimpered, lasciviously. Her breath, coming in fits and starts as the tension built. Her hip's undulating sensuously.

His tongue darted in between the damp, pink inner lips. Flirting with the portal to the velvety sheath, His chisels like tongue darting sensuously in and out of the sultry, wetness of her womanhood. Feeling her buttocks, quiver under his hands. Slowly, he let his tongue wander upwards circling her swollen, clit again but this time flicking at it teasingly with his tongue. His ears, noting the quickening of her breathing, Parting his lip's he sucked the swollen, pearl into his mouth, suckling on it slowly and gently as he replaced his tongue with one finger. Thrusting it fervently in and out of her tightness.

She sucked in a shuddering, lungful of air as his lips closed over the pearl of her swollen, clit. "Oh God...Ah...I'm so close please...don't stop," she murmured, her thigh's, tensing and coming up to close around his head. Her hip's, churning and undulating in wanton, abandon. Her torso, writhing in delight as the intense pleasure grew in intensity.

His ears pricked as heard her shuddering intake of breath and the lusty, pleadings issuing from her lips. His lips, releasing the engorged, bud of her clit. His tongue, lashing at the tender pearl, His finger, slamming ardently in and out of the clenching depth's of her velvety sheath.

"Oh God yes......I'm coming...," she, gasped! Her words choked off as she came, wildly, explosively. Her body, shuddering uncontrollably as the spasms of pleasure radiated out from her pulsing, clit. Her lithe, firm, buttock's, clenching and unclenching in his, palms. Her hips, moving in dazzling, undulations, and her torso arching up off the bed as pulsating waves of pleasure coursed through her.

He continued to lick her softly and tenderly all the way her earth shattering, release. His tongue, darting into the tightness of her velvety sheath and lapping up the sweet, creamy juices flowing from her velvety, depths, His body, hovering over hers as he claimed her mouth with a hungry urgency. His tongue, thrusting into her warm, wet mouth. His hot, distended flesh straining with the urgency of his passion, His strong, masculine hand's caressing her gently as she recovered from her turbulent climax.

His lips, nuzzling the nape of neck, His palms, caressing the smoothness of her back, His right, hand came down and grasped his penis in his fist and guided it between the hair fringed, outer fold's. He moved his hip's letting the turgid, shaft glide over the nub of her swollen, clit before nestling the head between the glistening, pink petals of her inner labia.

He eased himself inside her. Nestling the plum sized crown just inside the vestibule of her vagina. The warmth of her velvety, sheath enveloping him, He began moving inside her slowly letting the head slide from her velvety, sheath and reentering her with each thrust. Each well timed thrust tugging on her labial folds and stimulating her clit. He kept this up for several agonizing minutes before burying himself to the hilt.

"Oh God...," she moaned, her body accepting his thrusts and moving with him in perfect counterpoint. Her lithe, hip's moving in insistent, circles.

His buttocks, contracting as he drove himself fast and hard with jackhammer like strokes into her hot, wet sheath, Her thigh's, coming up to encircle his back. 

Still embedded deeply inside the hot, wet sheath, He plundered her sultry, depths with a regular cadence of hard, deep thrusts. His hand's roaming to cup her perky, breasts in his palms and rolling the nipples with his skillful, fingertips.

"Oh ...God," she moaned. Her moans muffled by his probing tongue. Her breath, coming in short, hot gasps as waves of pleasure cascaded through her with every plundering thrust. "Your cock feels so good...ugh...God... so big," she moaned as she broke the intoxicating kiss. Her body sliding, meeting Devon's every thrust. The passion slick depths of her vagina clenching the tumescent girth of his rigid, member, the softness of her smooth flesh undulating against his firm physique 

"Oh damn...Oh yes...you're going to make me come...don't stop," She whimpered. Her body trembling on the very edge of ecstasy until with a profound shudder she came in great, shuddering spasms her velvety, depth's clenching The hot, throbbing shaft rhythmically. Almost swooning from the explosion of pleasure.

He continued to thrust fervently in and out of her sultry, tightness all the way through her climax. His lip's parting to taunt one pale, pink nipple with his tongue. His breathing, growing labored as the walls of her velvety, crevice milked his straining, shaft. Parting his lips, Ian captured one quivering; nipple between his lips' sucking it deep into his mouth. His tongue swirling over, taunting the rigid, pebble like nipple.

He gritted his teeth feeling the churning of his semen in the bloated sacs of his testes threatening to explode. Meeting her movements with hard, deep thrusts of his own.




Kayla Comes Home Ch. 03



She screamed against his throat. Crying out in unabashed abandon as that strong, lovely sensation began to claim her again. Her clutching, depth's milking the tumescent, shaft ensconced firmly in the warm, moist depths the velvety, walls rhythmically convulsing. Drawing the essence of his maleness up from the twin sacs of his testes, the glorious, spasms of pleasure going on and on.

With his tongue plundering, the succulent warmth of her mouth he pulled out till his head of his manhood was at the vestibule of her tight, wet sheath and thrust, brutally to the hilt. Burying him in the torrid, wetness.

The air forced from her lungs by the power of his animal like thrust wrapped her satiny, smooth thighs around his broad, hips. Meeting his thrusts until they were rutting like animals, His chest rising and falling as he breath in a deep regular rhythm as he plundered the tight, sultry cleft of her velvety, furrow, His pubis, pummeling, grinding against her clit as he sawed his cock in and out of her frothy depths.

"Oh...damn...I'm so close...come with me Mm...ugh..," she breath in quick, hot pants. Her palms, cupping the perky mounds of her breasts, rolling her nipple's gently between her fingers.

Gritting his teeth, against the rising tide of his passion, He drove fast and hard into the magnificent, tightness. His testes, churning with his molten, seed. His hand's leaving her slender hips and clutching at her buttocks. His breath leaving from his lips in quick hot pants, Beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His torso gleaming with sweat.

"Devon...," she reamed in unabashed abandon! Her auburn, locks disheveled from their sexual antics. Her face, contorting in pleasure as her body erupted in great, shuddering clenching spasms.

With a low, animal like groan, he abandoned himself to pleasure. Lightning bolts of fulfillment coursed through him as he spent himself inside her velvety, cleft. His magnificent body shuddering as jet after copious jet of his semen eructed from his contracting, testes. His torso, glistening with sweat from their frenzied, coupling.

"Mm...you haven't changed a bit baby. Your still as good as you ever were...," he gasped, as he pulled out of her and rolled over on his back.

"Mm and so are you...now what's this information you have that you said I would find interesting...," she panted as she caught her breath after the strenuous workout.

"My you are the impatient one...," he chided as he rolled over and reached into the night table and produced a manila envelope. "It's all in there."

With shaking, hands she opened the envelope and emptied its contents onto the bed in front of her. She hastily pawed over the newspaper clippings scanning them briefly. It was hard to believe that Trevor her Trevor could have been involved in the bank heist. "I can't believe this...," she exclaimed! All she could think of was that Trevor had a good reason for not telling her of his past. She was sure he would tell her eventually.

"Where did you get this...," she questioned, as she hastily dressed?

"Now I can't reveal my sources...let's say there some old friends of your handy man are who want there share of the money from the heist...," he said.

"What do you want...," she asked, angrily?

"You...I want you and I get everything I want...you should know that and part of the money from the heist as sort of a finder's fee...," he stated, bluntly. "Otherwise there might be another more unfortunate accident."

"I'm out of here...come near me or Trevor again and I swear I will kill you," she barked, her opalescent eye's filled with rage! Brimming with rage she grabbed her purse and opened the door slamming it behind her. With a squeal of tires she roared from the motel. Immediately nauseated by the depths she allowed herself to sink too.

Fueled with rage she took matters into her own hands stopping at a local sporting goods store and purchasing a nine millimeter automatic and ammunition. She had never owned or fired a gun in her life but she was as determined as she ever was to learn. She would have a big surprise if Devon came near her again.