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But right now, she was content that Dyson thought she was a great cook. She watched as Dyson cleaned his plate and then went for seconds. They both went through two glasses of wine, emptying the bottle and feeling a little tipsy even before it was time for dessert. When she brought out the apple pie, still warm from the oven and topped with ice cream that was quickly melting, Dyson’s eyes grew wide.

“I’m not sure how much more I can eat,” he protested, as he proceeded to practically inhale his slice of pie. Kayla smiled as she watched him pack it away.

When dinner was over and the dishes cleaned up, Dyson sat back down at the table, swirling the last of his wine in the glass. “That was wonderful,” he said simply, and she smiled at him.

“That’s just the beginning,” she said.

“Oh?”

Kayla stood up. She took the three steps toward him, until she was standing with her thighs pressed against his arm. Bending low, she kissed him slowly, without a hurry in the world. Then she gently pushed against his shoulder, silently telling him to move his chair back and allow her more room.

The chair squeaked against the tile floor as he did what she wanted. When the way was clear, she threw one leg over the other side of him, straddling his lap. Dyson’s eyes grew wide and he sat the wine glass down on the table.

“Nice,” he whispered, and she leaned in to kiss him again. Her tongue danced along his jawline and she felt him growing hard underneath her. It didn’t take much at all to set him off, and each time she was thrilled by how easily he responded to her. Sometimes all she had to do was look at him to get a rise out of him, so to speak.

When the long kiss was over, they were both breathing hard. Kayla took his face in her hands and looked right into his eyes. She was trembling with the anticipation and with a little bit of fear, too. She wanted him to say yes, and she wanted him to say it immediately, without any sort of cajoling or discussion.

“I’m ready,” she whispered.

He smiled at her, his eyes reflecting the candlelight. “Ready for what?”

“Ready to make love to you until the sun comes up.”

She watched the emotions flash across his face. First there came eagerness, then a quick shake of his head, as though he was reminding himself that he had to take things slow. Then came a hopeful, teasing smile, followed by a blush that slowly crept up his cheeks and made him look even sexier, if such a thing were possible.

“Are you sure?” he asked after a long moment of looking into her eyes.

“I’ve been sure for a while,” she answered.

“But…Kayla, I want you so much. I have wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. But I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“You won’t.”

“You’re still dealing with so much…”

“That’s true.”

“I mean…” He fumbled for words. “What if I mess up? What if I touch you in some way that reminds you of bad things? What if I say or do something that triggers a bad memory in you?”

“This things have been on my mind too. It’s part of the reason I haven’t asked for more until tonight. And now that you’ve brought it up, I want to thank you. I know your patience with me has made a world of difference in how much I am going to enjoy this tonight.”

He still protested. “But what if it does happen, Kayla? What if you remember something negative?”

Kayla kissed his lips to shut him up. “If that happens, then I will tell you to slow down, and you will. But I don’t think that is going to happen.”

“How do you know?”

Kayla smiled. “Because I know you, love. I know that you are an honorable, loving man who cherishes me more than I ever dreamed. Everything with you will be perfect. I know this. I just feel it. Don’t you feel it?”

Dyson’s eyes drifted closed. He put his hands on her waist and pushed her down harder on him, grinding her into him. His body was definitely feeling something, and how much he wanted it was on full display. Was it because she was anticipating this so much that he felt bigger than ever, or was he really so excited that his body made it clear? She put her hand on his chest, over his heart, and was surprised to feel how fast it was pounding.

“I feel it,” he whispered. “I feel that we’re different. We’re different than anything I have ever known.”

“Then take me to bed, Dyson. It’s time.”

He opened his eyes and looked directly into hers. Then he slowly smiled, a sensual smile that she knew meant his whole-hearted agreement. She stood up and stepped away from him, then offered her hand.

Dyson took it as he stood up from the chair. She gave him one more smile, then turned and headed toward the stairs. He paused for a moment, pulling her back with him while he blew out the candles. They were left in darkness, with only the faintest light of the newly risen moon streaming through the windows to show them the way.

They didn’t say a word as they climbed the stairs. Kayla took them slowly, her knees already weak and her heart pounding just as hard as Dyson’s was. She wondered what he was thinking, if he were just as nervous as she was. Or was he scared? Did his excitement eclipse all of those things?

When they reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the bedroom, Kayla got her answer. Dyson wrapped his arms around her from behind, stopping her in her tracks. He stood there for the longest time, just holding her, lightly swaying back and forth, his breath warm against her neck. “I want you so much,” he said softly. “I want you so much that it has me scared half to death. I have never wanted to be good at something as bad as I want to be good for you.”

Kayla’s heart melted. She turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. “You’re going to be perfect,” she reassured him. “We’re going to be perfect.”

Dyson kissed her forehead. “Don’t move.”

She stood still in the middle of their bedroom while Dyson turned to the door. “Out of here, you guys,” he said, talking to Mr. Marbles and Leon, who had both followed them up the stairs to see what was going on. For the first time, Dyson closed the door, leaving their little housemates to enjoy the rest of the house while they enjoyed each other in complete privacy.

Dyson turned to her and looked at all of her – head to toe – before he touched her. He began with her hair, running his fingers through it. He found a small tangle and worked it out, smiling at her as he did so. His fingertips traced the line of her jaw and the curves of her cheek, then he caressed his way down her neck. When he found the first button of her blouse, he opened it with fingers that trembled just the slightest bit.

Kayla closed her eyes and took deep breaths as the rest of the buttons gave way. He gently slipped the shirt from her shoulders and kissed the length of each arm before turning her around and kissing his way across her shoulders. Dyson didn’t recognize the bra she wore. It was whisper thin white lace that barely covered her breasts and nearly made him lose control.

He pulled on the button of her jeans, and she pressed herself against his crotch as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans from behind. Easing the jeans down over her hips, Dyson was delighted to discover that she wore just the tiniest bit of white lace that matched her bra. Designed to conceal very little, Dyson admired the curve of her ass that the underwear revealed, and he turned her around to face him and took a step back.

She stood before him in her bra and panties. He could see her nipples through the lace and it was clear that Kayla was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling quickly beneath the lace. She couldn’t hide her nervousness, but Dyson had never seen a sight more beautiful.

“My turn,” she whispered, and moved to undress him. She did the same things he had done, taking her time and removing his clothing one slow inch at a time. By the time his shirt was off and her lips were trailing along his shoulder, he was breathing hard. When she knelt to remove his pants, he suddenly put his hands in her hair and stopped her.

“I might not last long,” he warned, and she grinned up at him.

“What did you think I was going to do? Go down on you?”

He blushed as if he’d been caught having a particularly naughty fantasy.

“You were right,” she said, letting him off the hook. “I am going to go down on you, but trust me, I will go slow. So slow that it makes you ache…so slow you can’t stand it…”

Dyson couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Kayla was the sexiest woman he could imagine, and the fact that she seemed to be enjoying herself made everything better.

“Show me,” he gasped, and she unzipped his pants. She slid them slowly to the floor, taking care to ease them over his erection. She looked up at him as she touched him through the boxer briefs he wore, and he let out a long, low groan of pleasure and desire.

She wanted to see all of him. She would remember this night forever, and she wanted the vision of her naked lover imprinted in her mind. She stripped him of his last piece of clothing and tossed it aside, so that he stood before her wearing nothing but a smile.

On her knees before him, she looked up. Dyson had never looked so handsome to her, with his hard arms and strong muscles. His eyes were dark with desire, and his hands shook when he touched her hair.

She smiled up at him. “You’re so gorgeous,” she said as she watched his face and took him in her hand. Dyson’s eyes almost closed, and his mouth fell open as she slid her hand along the length of his hard cock. Keeping his warning about not lasting long in mind, she bent forward and gently licked the underside of his cock starting at the base and culminating with the sensitive tip. He jerked hard in her hand and a long moan broke from him.

“Kayla,” he whispered, and she took him fully into her mouth.

Though she had done this to him before, this time his reactions were different. Kayla wondered if it might be because now, he knew they would go further, and he was eager in a way he hadn’t been all the other nights they had played like this. This time Dyson stared at her with hooded eyes as she slid him in and out of her mouth. His hand was tight in her hair, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. His hips moved forward and back, and finally he hissed in pleasure even as he gently pulled on her hair, moving her away.

“I’m too close,” he said.

She believed him, so she didn’t keep teasing. Instead, she stood up with shaky legs, touching his body with both hands as she went. When she reached his face she kissed him, hard and deep, her own body now throbbing with need.

“Please,” she murmured. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Dyson wrapped his strong hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. Then he gently picked her up in his arms as though she weighed no more than a feather, and carried her to their bed. She lay back on the sheets, stretching luxuriously, as he stood over her and watched every move she made.

“You, my love, have far too many clothes on,” he observed with a wicked grin.

“These little things?” she asked playfully. “They hardly cover anything. If you look hard enough, you can see everything through them.”

“Oh, I’m definitely looking hard enough,” Dyson replied as he reached out and squeezed the tip of her nipple through the white lace.

Kayla gasped at the sensation and felt herself get even wetter beneath the tiny panties. “If these are in your way, you may feel free to remove them,”

Dyson managed the front hook on her bra and uncovered her breasts. He bent and kissed and licked and sucked until Kayla thought she would scream. He stood above her and covered both of her breasts with his hands, squeezing both nipples at the same time.

“Are you going to make me beg?” Kayla asked, breathless.

Dyson began to slide the panties from her hips. “Never.”

Completely naked, Kayla watched as Dyson joined her in their bed. She writhed under him as he leaned over to take her nipple in his mouth again and slip one finger inside her. She was soaking wet, slick with desire, and the thought that he had made her that way made Dyson’s cock stiffen a little more.

Kayla thought he might be ready to give her what she wanted, what they had waited so long for, but she should have known that Dyson wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. Instead, he gave her a wicked grin and began to make his way lower, telling her without words what he was going to do with her. She watched him as he pushed her legs apart and made a trail of kisses along the inside of her thigh. She was arching and begging by the time he finally gave in and used his tongue to probe for the spot that would bring her the most pleasure.

Every nerve ending in Kayla’s body felt stimulated. She threw her head back against the pillows and gripped the sheets with her hands, twisting them, her eyes closed tightly as she let the sensations roll over her. The promise of what would come next turned her on even more than the act itself did, and soon she was right on the verge of an orgasm that promised to shatter her into a million pieces.

When it came, she cried out with a voice that didn’t even sound like her. She arched hard toward him. She twisted her hands harder in the sheets and looked at Dyson, a man clearly pleased with his ability to bring her to such an amazing, shuddering climax. Kayla lay there on the bed, stunned and partially satisfied, while Dyson panted with desire and waited for her to get her bearings.

Dyson worked his way back up, kissing her as if he intended to cover every single inch of her body.

“We’re not finished yet, my love,” Dyson reminded her.

Kayla pulled him down to kiss her. “I’m counting on it.”

He positioned himself between her legs, admiring the spectacularly naked woman he loved so very much.

“Are you sure?” he asked her.

She laughed. The sound was just as shaky as she felt. “I am entirely, absolutely, one-hundred percent sure.”

He bent to kiss her again. “Tell me if I need to stop…”

“Don’t worry about that,” she said to him. “Let’s just get lost in each other.”

Dyson ran his hands over the curve of her breasts, pulling gently on her nipples in the way he knew she liked. He slipped just the tip of his cock into her and her heat nearly took his breath away. Dyson held there for what seemed like an eternity, just the tip of his hardness teasing her, until she looked him in the eyes in a way the showed she meant business.