Chapter 84

This time Jate’s lips found Kit’s, and as his warm mouth began to explore, she spread her legs further apart so that only the thin fabric of their clothing separated them. His tongue probed a bit too roughly, quicker than she would’ve liked, so she did her best to show him how to slow down, and soon their kisses became longer, more passionate, and Kit found herself moaning. Her hands ran down the length of his muscular chest, and she began to rock back and forth against him as his hands kneaded her bottom through her clothing, which she realized was in the way.

She pulled away from him, intending to remove her chemise, but his lips found her neck, leaving a trail of pecks and nips up and down, and his teeth tugged at her earlobe, “Oh, Jate, yes,” she said. “That feels so good.”

The feel of his smile against her neck let her know he appreciated the accolade. Kit slid off of his lap so that she was standing, and he scooted forward with her, still not leaving her neck be. She reached for his waistband, unhooking his belt and sliding his trousers and breeches down all together so that he was naked before her.

He drew away from her then, as if he were embarrassed. His manhood stood upright, and Kit thought it would do nicely. She smiled at him. His thighs were pure muscle, and his abdomen rippled all the way to his fine, dark hair. Once he realized she was pleased, the look of consternation faded away, and he smiled at her in return.

She slid her knickers down over her hips and then tugged her chemise off. It took a moment to work her way out of her stay, but she managed, and once again, Jate took her in, his face showing awe. His eyes traveled the length of her, pausing over the mound of dark curls and then continuing to her breasts which he seemed to be even more fascinated with now that he could see them in their full glory.

Kit had a feeling the moment she touched him again, it would be nearly impossible to pry his hands off of her, so she moved to the sheath before she approached him again. “Let’s get this on first.”

“Yes, Princess,” he stammered, still staring at her.

She certainly didn’t mind the attention and had been nude with enough men not to feel self-conscious. Picking up the sheath and the lubrication she moved over to him. There was no sense in bothering to see if he knew how to put it on himself. Kit placed the sheath over his tip and began to unroll it. At her touch, he closed his eyes and drew in a hot breath between his teeth.

“Does that feel good?” she whispered into his ear.

“Unbelievable,” he replied just as quietly.

She couldn’t help but giggle. “Just wait.” The sheath was firmly up against the end of his shaft, so she applied the lubricant spreading it evenly with her hands. With each passing of her fingers across him, he moaned, and Kit smiled, glad to see how much he was enjoying himself. She had a feeling, once they began, it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, but the fact that she was the teacher for once was also appealing to her. She leaned in and kissed his neck before pulling away. She placed the lubricant on the table and found a towel for her hands before she slid onto the bed, near the pillows, waiting for him to regain his breath enough to join her.

Jate was already glistening with sweat when he turned to face her. “What do I do?” he asked.

Kit crooked a finger in his direction, beckoning him to her. He complied, taking hold of himself so that the sheath didn’t move. With his other hand, he leaned over her, steadying his body, and Kit slid down the sheets so that she was lying beneath him as his mouth found hers again.

“Let’s try to take our time,” she coaxed, thinking the longer she could keep him out of her, the more time she’d have. He lay down next to her, his upper body stretched across her, and the feel of his hardness against her outer thigh had her arching her back into him. She ran her hands across his chest as he continued to kiss her. His lips traced her neck again and trailed down to her breasts. He hesitated for only a moment before taking a nipple between his lips. Kit moaned, encouraging him to suck harder, the feel of his rough tongue on her sensitive skin causing her to grow wet with anticipation.

He seemed to be getting the hang of things and moved so that he could tease one nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he nipped the other between his teeth, switching frequently. Kit continued to encourage him, but the ache between her legs was beginning to overpower her senses. She took hold of his wrist and moved his arm down, hoping he’d understand what she wanted.

Jate did move his hand between her legs but seemed lost once he got there, only running his fingertips along her outer lips. She was sopping wet by now and needed him inside of her. Knowing he wouldn’t last once he mounted her, she reached down and took his hand again, this time forcing two of his fingers inside of her. He understood now, and as Kit rocked her body up and down against his hand, Jate dove deeper, harder, and added a third finger, which had her panting in ecstasy.

His mouth was on her neck again, and she continued to stroke his chest as he unrelentingly probed deeper. She felt as if she’d underestimated him; Jate was doing a better job of pleasuring her with only his hand than many men had done with their entire arsenal during her Exploration. Her thoughts became tangled as she cried out his name, grabbing at his wrist as pleasure and a bit of pain twisted together, and Kit found herself falling over a cliff of sheer rapture.

Once she could no longer breathe and had had her fill, she pulled his wrist away, as he seemed not to recognize he’d fully completed his job. “Well done,” she said, once she could catch her breath. Her vision was slightly blurry, but she could see his handsome face smiling down at her.

“You’re satisfied, then?” he asked in a husky whisper.

All Kit could manage was, “Mmm hmmm,” as she continued to attempt to tame her breathing. Once she’d nearly recovered, she said, “Now, let’s remedy that problem of yours.”

Fear shot through his eyes again. “Kit, we don’t have to. You’ve had enough for one night. I understand....”

“Lie down, Jate,” she said as she pushed him backward onto the bed.

He complied, and she flipped over on top of him, devouring his mouth with hers. He was still hard as a rock, and she could feel him pulsating against her stomach as she raked her nails down his chest. When she finally released his mouth, he moaned, “Oh, Kit,” before she reached between their bodies, taking him in her fist. His eyes widened, and Kit mounted him in one quick, fluid motion. “Oh, goddess, Kit,” Jate stammered before closing his eyes tightly, his head tilting back in euphoria.

Kit had his full length inside of her; she cried out savagely as she bucked up and down, using her hips to thrust so that he was hitting her in the perfect spot each time. She realized she needed to slow down if she wanted him to last at all and did her best to shift her pace. But Jate’s hands were on her hips, and the touch of his fingertips ignited her again so that she was fully engulfing him with each rock of her hips. When his hands slid up to her nipples, she could no longer control herself. She leaned down and pressed her mouth against his. His tongue was hot and warm, and he kissed her with a hungry passion as his body gyrated beneath her. Kit was able to get a few final thrusts in before Jate was completely spent.

She didn’t move off of him immediately. Instead, she kissed him once more, sliding her tongue slowly around his, taking his bottom lip between her teeth, before she released him and wiggled her hips so that he was out of her. She rested her head on his chest and her knee carefully between his legs.

He said nothing for quite some time, though he did wrap his arms around her. Kit was completely exhausted and might’ve fallen asleep lying there, even with no blankets, if he hadn’t finally said, “All my life, I’ve been dreaming of this moment. Never in my wildest imagination did it ever feel like that.”

A laugh escaped her lips, and she looked up at him, a broad smile still on her face. “You’re a brilliant student, Jaterius of Rockdale,” she said, noting the sweat around his hairline and the glint in his unfocused eyes.

“You’re an excellent teacher, Princess Katrinetta,” he replied, leaning up to peck her nose with his lips. “Thank you.”

She pressed her mouth to his and slid off of him, ready to sleep. “Thank you,” she said, groggily. “Tomorrow, we’ll have lesson number two. If we wake up in time.”

“Oh, I’ll wake up in time for that,” he said, enthusiasm returning to his voice. Jate reached down and pulled the blankets up over them, wrapping his arm around her. She imagined he must know enough to remove the sheath, so she didn’t mention it to him. Her eyelids were far too heavy to worry about it.

The bed shifted, and she realized he must be turning the lamp off. Then, his arm was around her again. “Good night, my beautiful princess.”

“Good night, my handsome Jate,” she said, not even recognizing her own voice, she was so tired. She nestled into his chest, thinking once again, she’d chosen well. The idea that she was supposed to eventually choose just one of these men was impossible, so she refused to acknowledge it, and when she dreamt, it was of a man whose face she could not see but of whose arms she felt certain would always be around her.