Having Kya

The amber hues of the setting sun kissed the horizon as Kya's anticipation grew. She had been looking forward to this moment. The room's ambiance was that of soft shadows. The dim glow of the bedside lamp on the end table was casting an erotic aura across the plush velvet comforter. The sun was setting through our hotel room window.

Kya's body quivered with anticipation as she lay on the bed, dressed in a flimsy short sleeve sports shirt that barely concealed her ample curves. Her tiny, 5 foot frame was already generating heat that felt like a hot stove. Her skirt, lay pooled around her hips. Her legs were smooth and inviting. They were parted just enough to tease. Her panties, a scrap of black lace, were already damp with her excitement.

"Are you nervous?" I asked gently.

"I don't know." Kya replied. "I think I'm excited and nervous at the same time."

I approached the bed. Kya could tell by looking at me that my eyes glowed dark with desire as they traveled the length of her body. My gaze lingered on her beautiful but modest sized breasts straining against the sheer fabric of her sports shirt. The outline of her nipples pushed through. I took in the gentle curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. I was excited too. And I loved her firm smooth looking legs. I could feel my own heart beating with excitement. My hands trembling with the need to touch her. I wanted to claim and worship this beautiful little goddess.

I reached out. My fingertips brushed the hem of her skirt. Kya gasped. The slightest touch from me was sending a jolt of electricity through her.

She said sensuously. "Yeah... I'm excited."

I moaned in agreement and leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. My tongue danced with hers giving her an unspoken message. A long kiss that conveyed everything I felt about her. How I wanted her. How I desired to worship her. How I want to make her mine.

My hand slid up her torso, tracing the curve of her waist before slowly proceeding higher. I finally arrived at the first destination and begin cupping her left breast. My thumb flicked over Kya's nipple, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from her parted lips.

"Mmmm..." she softly cooed.

Kya arched, pressing herself into my touch, her body begging for more. I continued. Her breast feels so modest and yet I want to give it the love that it deserves. Her fully erect nipple anticipating more from me. And I run it through my fingers gingerly but with an assertiveness.

"Ahhh... Mmmmm..." she moaned.

Then, with a gentle yet firm grip, I shifted my attention to her right breast. My palm enveloped it just tight enough to get a groaning response from her. My thumb and forefinger teasing the sensitive areola into a tight peak. We continue to kiss.

"Oh.. baby..." Kya uttered between our kissing.

"Ky..." I replied back. "You feel good?"

She swirled her tongue with mine more furiously in response. I love it.

I begin to massage her in a slow, rhythmic motion, as if I were playing a fine instrument. The sensation was exquisite. Each caress sent a jolt of desire straight through her. Kya's breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of her need.

Slowly lifting her cheap sports shirt up, I looked intently at her now exposed modest breasts with her deep dark nipples. They were exquisite. And they were mine to enjoy. I lowered my head, capturing her nipple in my warm, wet mouth. My teeth grazed the sensitive flesh before I began to suckle on her, my tongue swirling around the nub in a tantalizing dance. Kya's moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of passion.

"Uhhhhh... " she cooed yet again.

"You like that Ky..?" I asked softly.

"Mhmm..." she responded which was then followed with another moan. "Uhhhhhh..."

Kya's hands found their way to my hair, threading through the soft strands, pulling me closer, urging me on. And I continued my sensuous assault upon her beautiful breasts. Switching from one nipple to the next. Giving both equal attention. My mouth was a furnace of need, my teeth grazing just enough to send surges of energy through her body. I alternated between gentle nibbles and deep, hard sucks. Each one sending a shiver down her spine and making her clench with excitement.

It was time. As I continued feasting on her breasts, I slowly slithered my left hand down the curve of her waist. Kya's breathing got deeper as she waited with impatient anticipation.

I slipped under the waistband of her panties and paused for a moment. I let my fingertips graze the soft mound of her pubis, before I begin to massage Kya's clit through the wet lace of her underwear. The fabric is a mere barrier, doing nothing to diminish the intensity of my touch. Her hips moved involuntarily, pushing herself into my hand as I apply a little more pressure.

"AAaahhnnn.." she gasped.

And the dampness grew. The material of her panties becoming a second skin that seemed to amplify the sensation.

"Oh Ky..." I whisper again. "I love how your body responds to me."

"Uhhhh.." was all she said in response.

It didn't matter. Her moans of pleasure were a confession. A declaration of her desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface for what felt like an eternity. I looked at her, my own eyes dark and hungry. I leave her two beautiful breasts as I make my way to the center of her cleavage and then down.

I kiss a trail from her cleavage down to her navel, pausing to dip my tongue into the shallow indentation. My hand, now slick with her arousal, slipped behind her panties, My fingertips finding her swollen clit with an ease that spoke of experience and a keen awareness of female pleasure.

From our talks with each other, Kya had never experienced full satisfaction with any of her previous partners. She had told me that she was sexually involved with 4 previous relationships. Neither one of them gave that sexual satisfaction. The sex was purely selfish on their part. She was experienced. She knew how to satisfy a man, but when it came to getting anything in return, nothing. Kya had felt that her satisfaction had to take a backseat and that her role was to satisfy her partner. Oftentimes she masturbated on her own to get gratification. I was not sure if her perspective was due to her upbringing or conveyed to her by her previous partners or what. I found it confusing and felt this needed to be explored further in our relationship. But at this point, I wasn't concerned. I had told her that I was going to give her 4 orgasms before we would have intercourse. And I'm making sure that she receives what she deserved. The thought of doing this for her really intensified the moment for me and turned me on.

I began to rub her clit in tight, deliberate circles, the friction of my skin against hers sent sparks of sensation shooting through her. Kya's body responded immediately, her legs parting wider, her back arching slightly off the bed.

"Oh my God." she moaned.

Carefully and skillfully, I made sure that my touch was like a conductor orchestrating a symphony to her senses. Each stroke representing a note that resonated deep within her. The pressure grew. Her tension building like up. Kya's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the first tremors of climax begin to unfurl.

"Oh, Baby...," she breathed, the words tore from her in a rush of surprise and pleasure. "I'm already going to cum."

"Oh yes... Kya." I answered.

The sounds of our breathing echoed thru our room faintly. I manipulated the circular motion of my finger a little faster, making my intentions more insistent. Eager to push her over the edge.

And then, she was there. Kya's body convulsed into a wave of beautiful chaos. The pleasure so intense it caused her to groan in delirium.

"Oh, oh, oh...OHHHHH..." she bellowed.

I could feel the wetness of her release seep past my finger and through the fabric of her panties. First an intense convulsion. Followed by more with slightly less intensity until she reached resolution. It felt like nearly a minute had passed.

As Kya started catching her breath. I was still licking around her naval area. My finger had stop moving but was still in light contact with her swollen clit.

"That was one my sweetie." I said in a soft enthusiastic voice that communicated this is only the beginning.

My beautiful petite lover smiled down at me. And before she could completely come down from her first orgasm, I started to lightly stroke her clit again in a circular motion. It was still swollen from the first wave of pleasure. It pulsed gently beneath my finger like a delicate pearl.

"Baby wait..." Kya said weakly in protest. "It's still so sensitive. I'm not ready."

"Yes you are sweetie." I answered gently. "Your body is perfect machine of pleasure. After your first climax, you are automatically ready for more. The rest is psychological."

"I know that stupid..!" Kya responded jokingly. "It just felt so sensitive still."

"I'll be gentle and soft Ky." I said reassuringly. "You're safe with me. I won't abuse you or break you."

The wetness that had coated my fingertips from her first release had not yet abated. Acting as a natural lubricant as I began to trace slow, concentric circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves around her clit. Kya quivered beneath my touch, the muscles in her thighs tightening reflexively. Even though she felt like it was too much, her body communicated a silent plea for more. And I was going to give her wonderful machine what it wanted in the most gentlest fashion possible. I could feel the heat radiating from her. It guided my movements as I continued to explore the amazing landscape of Kya's sensuality.

Kya's eyes remained locked on mine as I looked up at her. It was a silent communication of trust and need that energized me. I slowly continued my circles around her clit and the surrounding area, I could see the beginnings of a second climax building within her.

"Mmmmm...Ohhh.." Kya moaned softly.

Her eyes deepened as she looked at me. She knew I was in control. And she knew I would not do anything to demean her. She had complete trust in me. And I will not break it. How I treat her could mold her perspective on intimacy for the rest of her life.

Her hips began to rock in a subtle, unconscious motion, urging me closer and to go faster. I remained steadfast in the pace I was going. Slowly building her up so that she enjoys every moment of the building tension, yet giving her reason to be impatient in me taking her over the edge. The tension grew and it amplified the sound of her breathing. Then soft, keening sounds she would make with each exhale. She moved along to my strokes to her clit. I knew if I moved slower, she would become frustrated and demanding. If I moved faster, it would take her over the edge too easily. So I decided to make her more comfortable where she would feel more free. With a gentle tug, I slide her panties down her legs. Gingerly grabbing her right leg and removing the panties from it so that she could open her legs more freely. I left her panties on her other leg. Just below the thigh at the kneecap.

The sight of her, laid bare before me, her legs parted in invitation, was almost too much to bear. Her soft, smooth shaven mound was damp with excitement, glistening in the light. I took a moment to appreciate her beauty. The way her body was made for pleasure and how I wanted to make sure she experienced every piece of it before returning my gaze to her face.

"There you go..." I said gingerly. "Open your legs wide for me Ky.."

"Uhhhh..." Kya answered as she opened them very wide for me.

I continued to massage her clit, feeling the warm embrace of her slickness. Her inner muscles clenched and slowly spasmed as I continued to lightly massage her. Her body was pleading for more. I obliged, adding a second finger which I now used them to slowly massage each side of her clit with an occasional light rubbing of the bulb. Kya moaned with each intrusion I made to her bulb. Her hips grinding slightly, trying to match the pace of my motions. I held firm, keeping the rhythm slow and deliberate. Her eyes never left mine as I continued, and her passion grew more urgent with every passing second.

"Ohhh... Ohhh.." my little lover moaned.

She looked at me asking me to give her that second orgasm. I looked at her with reassurance that I will give it to her and to trust in the pace.

"Just enjoy it and let it build naturally." I said with a calm tone.

Kya's breaths grew shorter. No matter how much she tried to stay calm, the intensity of her building orgasm brought her back to the urgency of wanting completion. She was being carried away and on every wave of sensation. My fingers remained focused on each side her clit, the strokes growing smaller followed by a more precise rubbing of the bulb before returning back to the sides again. I could feel the tension in Kya coil tighter and tighter. Her legs began to tremble.

Suddenly, without warning, Kya's entire body tensed, her back arching off the bed as if pulled by invisible strings. Her mouth fell open and her eyes opened wide as the second orgasm claimed her, more powerful than the first.

"Ohhh... Babyyy... Ohhhhh... Babyyyyyy... Uhhh!.. UHHHNN!!" she yelled in a voice filled with passion.

"Ohh.. Yes Ky... Give it to me." I encouraged her. "Give it all to me my sweetie..."

It rolled through her like waves crashing into a rock wall. Her inner muscles clamping down as her clit convulsed on my fingers that sent a thrill of pleasure through me. Kya's legs clamped around my hand tightly. Holding me in place as she rode out the wave of her release. Her hips continued to grind into my now trapped hand and fingers as each crashing wave slowly calmed down. My little lover beginning to sweat. Satisfaction painted on her face, I knew she was happy having 2 very powerful climaxes. I already knew that this experience would forever change her. And I was encouraged and happy that I could be that influence.

But I wasn't done yet.

"That's two lover." I said playfully. "Two more to go."

"Oh my god." Kya responded between breaths. "I don't know. I don't know if I can handle two more. Let me please you now... ok?"

"You will my sweetie." I answered. "But I made a promise that I would give you what you deserved. 4 memorable orgasms. And I am keeping my word to you."

As the tremors of her second orgasm finally subsided, I decided that I wasn't going to allow her a moment's respite. I began using both of my fingers to lap her now extremely sensitive clit with a gentle fervor that had her hips moving, once again, against my hand. Her legs still had my hand trapped between them in a strong grip.

"Baby... oh.. baby... it's so sensitive..." she protested weakly. "I'm scared I'm going to break."

"I won't break you my beautiful Ky." I softly reassure her. "Relax and let it happen. I'm here to love you."

Kya's moans grew louder, more insistent, as I worked her towards the precipice once again. I could smell her scent of sensuality throughout the room. Her aroma was intoxicating. I slowly moved my other hand to her thighs, pushing them apart. Her fingers found their way into my hair. She petted me as her hips gyrated along with my fingers. Guiding my movements as if we had done this a hundred times before. Each pass of my fingers sent another shockwave through her. I felt the beginnings of a third climax building within her already. A tightening of muscles, a deepening of her breath.

"Ohhhhhh... Ronnn... Ohh!" Kya moaned in primal pleasure.

"It's ok sweetie." I replied. "You can cum whenever you want."

Kya's clit was super swollen and sensitive now, the precious pearl demanded a softer touch. I obliged, switching to soft gentle light rubs that had her entire body moving with each stroke. Her moans grew in volume, filling the room with a pleasure that was music to my ears. Her hips grinding uncontrollably, trying to escape the intensity. And then her legs began to quiver and shake, the strength of her 3rd orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. I continued my gentle but relentless assault of her clit by keeping it light but intentional. It was approaching faster than the others, but I was still working to delay it's approach.

"Ron... I can't stand it..." Kya begged. "You're going to break me... it's too slowwww..."

"Ok, my beautiful lover." I said softly. "I'll get you there. I promise."

Withdrawing my fingers, I replaced them with my tongue, lapping at her sensitive clit. Kya screamed and began grinding into my face.

"Ronnn!!" she yelled.

"Mmmmm... Oh my Kya..." I answered as I began to devour her clit.

Her fingers found their way into my hair, pulling me closer, guiding my movements. She tasted exquisite, A mix of sweetness and musk that had me greedy for more. I lapped at her clit, feeling her thighs quiver around my face. But I held her firm, my hands gripping them and keeping them wide open with a gentle yet firm resolve.

Her breathing grew ragged, her chest rising matched the tempo of my tongue. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she could somehow merge us into one being. I knew she was close, so close to the edge of that third, elusive peak.

"My godddddd...RONNN!" Kya weeped.

Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room like a siren's call, urging me to drive her over the edge. My tongue grew more insistent, more demanding, as I felt the coil of pleasure tighten within her. Her hips pleading with me for release. My own arousal grew, I was already aroused and ready to enter her. I really want to. But not yet. Four was the goal. And I'm not backing down from it.

I gently wrapped my lips around Kya's bulb and gave it a gentle yet firm suck. Her body began to convulse.

"AAAaaaaahhhh! Aaaaahhh! Aaaaahhhh!" my wonderful lover hollered.

Her third orgasm ripped through her like a tornado. Her fingers gripped deeply onto my scalp. Kya locked her legs around my head like she was taking me prisoner. Her inner walls clenched and released as I lightly sucked on her. Her beautiful garden pulsing in rhythm like she was trying to milk every last ounce pleasure from my mouth.

"That's three.." I whispered to her.

As the intensity of her third release began to wane, I decide to give her a brief moment to recover. I gingerly kissed her incredibly slender, but full thighs and made my way up to her beautiful naval. Kya's breathing remained erratic.

"How are you feeling Ky?" I asked warmly.

"I feel good..." she answered somewhat weakly. "I don't know if I can handle another one like this Ron."

I get up for a moment and grab our 2 pillows and gently place them under her head so that she is better positioned. I lie down next to her and kiss her her lips reintroducing my tongue to hers. Her breathing has become a little bit more calm, but she is still very excited.

"Why do you feel like you can't handle the fourth one?" I ask in a caring tone.

"It's just so sensitive." she answered softly. "I've had multiple orgasms before. That's not it. It's just the intensity of each one is different. I know I can have many. I've had more than 4 before. But the way you are giving them to me is different."

I smiled at her lovingly.

"It's the emotional tone of our moment together Ky." I answered. "It's how we feel towards each other. This isn't just some random rendezvous where it's sex and then go our separate ways. It's way more than that sweetie."

My beautiful little lover smiled at me. Her appearance like that of a beautiful doe. After a giving her another deep kiss, I make my way back down to her vibrantly erotic womanhood. Still moist and wet from the previous orgasms. Still waiting expectantly for me to come back and claim it as my prize. My tongue danced over her clit. So delicate, like a bud begging for more. The folds of her clean shaven garden were swollen and plump. Awaiting the warmth of my mouth. And I went after it. I began licking her gently. My tongue continued it's work as her walls clenched spasmodically as though they were requesting for me to enter their domain. Kya's whimpers grew softer but deeper as I lapped at her. I loved tasting every ounce of her sweetness. Her legs fell open wider as I gingerly spread them open so that I had as much access to her as possible.