Monday, June 13, 2011

[-Chapter 22-]

Kailyn's POV

I wake up in the early hours of the morning out of habit. I crack my eyes open to look at the alarm clock that reads 5:13. I pull the covers up closer to my face, snuggling back in the bed and back into Kris's arms, which makes this my favorite part of my day. He does it out of habit, but as his arms snake around me in an anaconda-like vice, I don't mind at all. In fact, I squirm my way back closer to him, maybe even a little too close as I feel a certain something come to life.

I sigh before taking his hand in mine and lightly kissing his knuckles. I turn around to face him, pushing his sexy hair out of his face before trailing my hands down from his shoulders to his abs, lightly tracing the out line of them. But then my hand lingers, just at that goody trail that leads to the recently awaken beast that lies underneath his boxers. And I do mean beast.. And yes, this is not the first time I've noticed this, and no, I don't have experience in this area, but judging by the size of my hand compared to the situation in front of me, I know damn well that saying he is well endowed would not be a lie.

I bite my lip nervously, my hand nearly inches from the bulge in his underwear, and I just stare at him as I start to clam up. I've been thinking long and hard about this for a while, and in the course of the 4 months that I have known Kris, I can't help but feel extremely close to him. And he obviously cares for me. He's never once tried to push me past any limits I didn't want to break down yet. Not that it didn't clearly take a massive amount of strength and restraint on his side, because I know I haven't exactly taken it easy on him. And who could? The instant he starts kissing me my body betrays me, wanting to do all kinds of naughty things while my mind on the other hand can't quite catch up and keeps saying no.

The difference now is that I know that I'm ready, that I'm ready for this and I'm ready for him. And when I say him, I mean him completely. This is something I never wanted to admit, but I don't think I could imagine my life without him now.

Taking a deep breath and nestling my head into his neck, I extend my hand those last couple of inches and grab him lightly through his shorts. I get a small unconscious whimper in response, and it's automatically gratifying, making me tighten my grasp, to which he extends his pelvis. I start slowly moving my hand up and down while pressing my lips to his, and it's then that he finally wakes up, although slightly disoriented. My actions have obviously taken him by surprise as his eyes go wide and his bode freezes, but mine doesn't as I slowly continue the movement of my hand. He reaches down and grabs my hand in his, squeezing it gently while I look up into his deep, clouded eyes.

"Kailyn," he starts, but I don't want to listen to his rational explanation as to why we should stop right now.

Kris's POV

"Just kiss me," she whispers in an almost inaudible voice while once again starting the motion of her hand. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my composure, but let's face it, it's been a while since "little Kris" has had any action, and I'm finding it very hard to ask her to stop, so I kiss her just as she asks, but timidly. If she's just trying to explore, then I have to do my best to let her. And so maybe I'll have to take a cold shower later, but to me it would be worth it as her lips work magic on mine. She lightly tugs on my shoulders, indicating she wants to roll over until I'm on top of her and in between her legs.

For the life of me, as I can almost feel the heat from the center of her core, I can't decide if this is heaven or if this is hell.

Her touches are driving me crazy, so I finally decide to give her a little taste of her own medicine. I'm also suspecting that I'll be able to keep control of myself better as long as she's at my mercy, and I'm not at hers.

I push her down into the bed, kissing her neck while slowly moving my hand up and gently rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties. I get a low groan in response, and it makes me want to rip her shirt and panties off and push myself deep inside of her, but instead I take a deep breath, pulling my composure together and lift myself off of her body to give a little space in between us, to which she slightly objects.

Kailyn's POV

He lifts his head up and studies my face, kisses me lightly on the lips once and then pulls away, pushing my hair slightly out of my face. I don't know how to respond to his sudden retraction.

"Is something wrong?" I ask in a small voice, hoping I didn't make an idiot of myself by trying to start something here tonight. He clears his voice before speaking up.

"I just don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with," he says with a small shrug of his shoulders. His comment instant makes the butterflies churn in my stomach. This is what he does to me. He is just so sweet to me that it definitely can't be good for my ego. I look up into his eyes, seeing for the first time how hard he's trying to behave, and honestly, all it makes me want to do is be naughty.

I reach down to the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head as I watch his greedy eyes taking in every inch of skin that is exposed to him. He shakes his head before slamming his lips down on mine, hungrily kissing my neck and collar bone before his kisses once again become slow and sweet, obviously regaining his control. But the strange thing is, I don't want him to be in control. I want to see him let go, using me however he sees fit.

"Touch me again," I whisper breathily into his ear, taking his hand and guiding it to where I want it to be. He uses more pressure this time, and I try as hard as I can to not squeal in response but I fail, only making him more eager.

Kris's POV

She's trying to kill me, that's all there is to it. She's trying to literally make my brain explode as I try to take my time and try to think about anything but the way she's so wet. So instead, I withdraw my hand and push myself up against her, rubbing myself against her center in an attempt to get some kind of relief for myself, but it only makes her whimpers get louder and in return makes me get that much harder, as if I thought that was even possible.

I take another deep breath, grabbing one of her breasts in my hand and giving it a gently squeeze before slowing dragging my thumb around her nipple, watching as it hardens at my touches. I look down at her, only to find her eyes meeting mine as we hold it's others gazes. She slowly reaches down and beings to remove her panties, the only article of clothing keeping me from the hot pool between her legs. I know it will take every ounce of control I have to make myself behave, but I can only watch as she shimmies out of them and tosses them onto the ground.

"Now yours," she commands quietly before gently stroking me once again, reminding me once again about the current situation I'm in. She pulls my boxers off and throws them on the ground before I can even think to stop her. She leans up to kiss me, but I stop her.

"Kailyn?" I manage to muster out, knowing I can't take much more of this for very long.

"I'm sure about this," she says while shaking her head, trying to get me to shut my mouth. "I'm sure about you," she whispers before looking me in the eyes as hers start to fill with tears. She pulls me down so I'm laying completely on top of her again. "I want you," she whispers, raising her hips for emphasis as if I didn't get what she meant.

"God, I want you too,"I respond, grinding against her once again as we both react with a groan. I kiss her gently, trailing my hand down and slowly inserting a finger inside of her, just to test her reaction. When she raises her hips in response again, I gently insert another finger.

"Don't make me wait any longer," she pants as I rub her clit with two fingers. I reach down and kiss her, slowly rubbing myself against her hot entrance. I position myself to enter her, but look down at her one more time, just for the final okay.

Kailyn's POV

I simply nod my head yes, and grab a handful of his hair as I brace myself for the pain I have heard is torturous. He slowly enters me, and I gasp out in pain. I instantly wish I wouldn't have as I feel him freeze, looking down at me to gauge my reaction. I try to hide them, but fail as tears begin to form in my eyes. He remains still, letting me get use to the way he stretches me wide. Almost as if trying to distract me, he moves his hands to my breasts again and his mouth to my neck. I feel myself arching my back and leaning my head to the opposite side, giving him more space. I know he's trying to make the pain go away, and it's actually working as he takes my mind off of it and onto other things.

The pain begins to subside, and I think he can tell as well as he slowly begins to move once again with slow, gentle thrusts.

Kris's POV

I continue with my gentle pace, watching as her back arches and she's almost beginning to start making little cat noises again. I can tell she's close, but I also know I'm closer. I think of all of the guys disgusting hockey habits, trying to get my mind off of anything but the beautiful woman under me.

She screams out, and when she does my name is on her tongue, making me want to slam my body down into hers in an attempt to make her scream more. She emits one last screeching yell, right before I fall over the edge with her. I lay my head on her shoulder, taking deep breaths while trying to not seem to happy that all of this finally happened.

I pick up my head only to see that tears are profusely falling from here eyes.

"I love you," she blurts out, not keeping anything from me anymore now.

I look down into her eyes, letting her see that I feel exactly the same.

"I love you too," I whisper, before softly pressing my lips to hers.

8 Years later...

... and I'm working on an update, I promise. For whoever is still out there reading, look for it to be posted within the next couple of days.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

[-Chapter 21-]

Didn't proof read it, but after ages; it's finally up.
Kris's POV

The road trip is over, and I find myself surprisingly in a good mood even though we lost both games and played like absolute shit. I never understood it before... sure, I'd go out with the guys, party it up, tell myself that I was having a good time. And I was. But that was all it ever was. A good time. It wasn't excellent, it wasn't extraordinary. As they say, it was what it was. But now, sliding into my car to head home, I'm not in a sullen mood like some of the other single guys on the team. Sure, they are going out.. they are probably going to get drunk off their asses and laid, but somehow I think I got dealt the better cards tonight. They don't have Kailyn to go home to..

They all assume that I'm in a rush to get home because I'm going to get laid too... and naturally I let them think what they want to. There is no use trying to tell those guys that I'm not getting any tonight, and I probably won't get lucky in the morning either. I've seen the shit eating grins they get when they know I'm meeting up with Kailyn after games. The way they pat me on the back on my way out doesn't help matters. They think I'm in there.. they think I'm getting what every man wants.. But I'm not like that. Not about Kailyn anyways.

At least to an extent.

To say I don't think about it would be a fib. To say it hasn't gotten harder for me to resist since she's gotten more comfortable around me, therefore there is more of a lack of clothing now, would be an absolute lie. And to say I'm not dying of absolute anticipation would be a complete fallacy.

But as I pull into my drive way, I do just like I would every other night; take a deep breath to lower my heart rate from thinking about her, and get all X-rated thoughts out of my mind.

Climbing out of my car, I try to make the least amount of noise possible. I move to the door, shutting it softly before glancing around the room, only to find that there is a minimal amount of lights on and it is dead silent. I walk around the corner from the kitchen to the dining room, only to find it vacant once again aside from the mass amount of school books lying on my table and a lamp close to that vicinity turned on. I glance up the stairs at my bedroom, but the door is shut, just like I left it before the road trip, so I'm guessing she's not there either. Sighing in frustration, I can only hope that she didn't stand me up. She said she would be here when I got back..

I lean back against the kitchen counter and run my hands through my hair, a habit she says is my 'tell' of when I'm frustrated or not. I ponder over the reasons she isn't here, but then I catch a glimpse of her books out of the corner of my eye. I walk over to the table and glance down at the paper she has sitting on top of them. They look to be some sort of notes, and in the top corner is bright red it says 'Test Wed. 12th'. Pulling out my cell phone, I check the date only to find that it's the 11th. A smile spreads across my face as I realize she must be here somewhere. She'd never leave her books lying around the night before a test.

Walking away from the table, I move back into the living room where I see Archie pop his head up over the top of the couch. I smile at his excited form before shaking my head and leaving to look in all the other bedrooms for her. I get a couple of steps away when I realize that Archie isn't yet big enough to see over the top of the couch on his own.

I walk back over to the couch, petting his head before peaking over, finding Kailyn on the couch, text book in hand, glasses on, and completely passed out. I chuckle before moving over toward her, taking the book from her hand and scooping her up in my arms and take her upstairs.

I lay her on the bed, and she stirs a little as I move away from her, and the next thing I know she's grabbing my arm, not allowing me to move any further.

"What time is it?" she mumbles while rubbing her eyes with her free hand. She's got to be the most adorable exhausted person I think I've ever seen.

I glance down at my phone once again before replying, "A little after one," before pushing her hair out of her face and reaching for her glasses, taking them off and setting them on the night stand next to the bed. "Get some sleep," I add before leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. I'm about to get up again when she grabs my arm again, making me look down at her.

"Can you just hold me for a while," she mumbles while scooting over in the bed. "It feels like I haven't seen you in ages," she pouts while looking over her shoulder at me.

I simply not my head while grinning ever so slightly before slipping out of my shoes, removing my jeans and taking my shirt off and then crawl in bed with her.

As we lay there, nothing is said between the two of us, but as I sit with my head pressed to her back, I listen to the sound of her heart beating.

It amazes me how that simple sound can still make me nervous after all this time.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

[-Chapter 20-]

Yes, the dog is still kickin'. Sorry, but he'll be coming back into play soon. lol And I went to vacation at Beaver Lake... so pretty. Okay, it's short, but an update finally.
Kailyn's POV

I stand in the shower longer than I should, but I can't help but enjoy the calm surroundings as I let the warm water run over my body. Some people run to clear their minds, but this is what I do. I let out a sigh, knowing I should get out sooner or later before I turn into a complete prune before I hear the door open. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I come to the realization that it's Kris. I quickly rinse off, grabbing the towel I had hanging over the shower door and turn the water off. I give my hair a quick shake, before drying off and wrapping the towel around me. I step out of the shower to see him leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed against his chest as he watches me. It's then that I take in his attire; he has a suit on. I forgot about that stupid road trip coming up..

As I continue to take the site of him in, I don't know when I became this way. I don't know when my face started lighting up when my phone goes off, hoping and praying it's him. I don't know when caring for him wasn't the issue anymore, almost as if it was as natural as breathing and the issue changed to wanting to be enough for him, wanting him to care for me like I do him. And I don't know a moment in my life that I've ever been happier than finding out that he did.

And most importantly, I don't know when I started hating myself for all of this. For letting this happen. For letting him in. For falling so damn hard for him.

I've told myself a million times that I need to get a hold of myself, I need to control my emotions, that I can't let my mind get the best of me. And that's exactly what I've been telling myself is in charge of my actions; my mind. Not my heart... that would mean that I loved him with ever fiber of my being, and admitting that at this point is way to scary.

It's not natural. Normal people don't fall for others this quickly. It's not rational. I know all of these things, but no matter how many times I run these simple ideas through my head, it's like my mind can't grasp the concept of it.

As he stares back at me, I know he knows something is up. I know that he's been wondering what my problem is for a while now. I practically attacked him, taunted him even, on more than one occasion and then become this quiet, reserved Kailyn again. He's never said anything or even brought it up, but I know he's wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

The only thing that is bothering me is that I'm scared as hell. I'm a chicken shit. Happiness is within my grasp, literally, and it's almost as if I'm digging my heels in, not wanting to be tugged any closer to it. I know I could love him, possibly even might, and even though he's never said those three words to me, I can see it in his ever motion; the way he looks at me, the way he holds me, and it scares the hell out of me.

Kris's POV

She's doing it again. She's been doing it for a while now. She'll stare at me, biting her bottom lip the slightest bit while her eyes have this far off gaze, and then her eyes refocus on me, and they go wide in fear. She smiles at me faintly before wrapping her towel tighter around her body and finally making her way over toward me.

"When do you get back?" She asks while laying her head on my shoulder, getting my suit slightly wet, but I could care less at this point. I wrap my arms around her, making her release a content sigh.

"Four days," I mumble back quietly into her hair. She pulls away a little bit from me and looks up at me.

"Okay. Call me when you're back in town and I'll come over. I mean, if you want me to that is," she rambles, trying to back away from me but I won't let her.

"Don't do that," I mutter a little more angrily that needed. Knowing she's looking for a way out, I pick her up an put her on the counter, putting my arms on both sides of her body so she can't get away. "Don't do this to me," I reiterate. "Not now," I add after there is a couple of seconds of silence between us. "You don't get to act like this is just casual, because I'm way to invested in this now for you to run away from me now, okay?" I say in a softer voice before leaning down to kiss her. Things get heated, real quick and I find myself using all the force I have to pull away, just like I always do. I take a deep breath before looking up at her. "So, we're good?" She nods her head 'yes' before that shy smile of hers crosses her face that drives me crazy. "Okay then. You better be in this house when I get back," I command with a smile before kissing her one last time and turning away from her, knowing if I don't leave now, I'm never going to.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

[-Chapter 19-]

It's kind of a short one, but this one got requested to be updated along with others, and I just got back from vacation so I'm doing the best I can. :-)
Kailyn's POV

After deciding that provoking him was just down right mean, especially since even though I was coming around to the idea, I knew that I wouldn't be acting on my threats in the near future. At least that's what I keep telling myself, but every time I'm around him it keeps getting that more tempting and that much harder to turn his cute baby face down. Luckily for me, this time I had a distraction to tear myself away; my phone rang. He gave me a peck on the cheek before heading into the kitchen and cleaning up, part of our regular routine. I loved cooking but hated cleaning it up, and he was more than willing to pick up after me if it meant getting a home cooked meal. We worked together well in situations like that. After he had finished cleaning up and no longer than 5 seconds after I had hung up my cell phone I felt his arms snaking around me waist, his head following suit and resting on my shoulder, something he almost had to hunch over to do.

"Who was that?" he asks before kissing my neck lightly, having the same effect he normally does; making me squirm like crazy.

"Lacy," I reply simply, cocking my neck to the side a little bit to give him more space to work with.

"What did she want?" he prods, wanting more detail than I'm giving him, something else that happens regularly.

"For me to go have coffee with her, Ty, and Jodi."

"Then what are you still doing standing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready?" he asks, confusion crossing his once simple face.

"I'm not going," I reply while turning around so that I'm facing him. I start to get closer to his chest, just wanting to rest there, but his arms that are on my hips lock, making me stay at least an arm length away from him.

"Why not?" he asks, keeping me the same distance away from him even though I'm struggling against him.

"Because I want to stay here with you," I answer simply while shrugging my shoulders.


"What do you mean no?" I ask incredulously, getting slightly defensive as my voice starts to get an edge to it. A smirk crosses his face, almost as if he is amused with the way I'm behaving.

"I mean no," he replies simply, leaning down to place a kiss on my cheek even though I'm trying to squirm away from him now. I stick my lip out in a attempt to pout, but even that just has him chuckling at me and rolling his eyes playfully. "Someone has a birthday coming up," he says while taking his first finger and tapping my nose, making me giggle in response. "And how am I ever suppose to get any shopping done if I can't get away from you long enough," he jokes while ruffling up my hair. I stick my tongue out at him, childish I know, but satisfying nonetheless.

"Okay," I reply while pulling him down on the couch next to me. "I'll go," I continue before starting to place kisses down his jawline. "But there is one catch."

"Oh God, please let it be easier to handle than the previous one," he mumbles, almost more to himself than to me, but it has me smirking anyways.

"It is, promise," I say while holding me hand up and crossing two fingers to show I'm being serious. "We're gonna play rock paper scissors for it." He looks as me incredulously as I pull one leg up on the couch, making it easier for me to face him before opening one hand flat and putting my other hand on top of it in a fist, the typical starting point for my game.

"Rock paper scissors?" he questions, his brow furrowing as he continues to look at me. I nod my head, making him laugh at me before he places his hands like mine.

"3 out of 5. You win, I go. If I win, I stay," I say, laying down the rules to which he only nods his head at me. He picks rock every time, but I switch it up and pick scissors, paper, scissors, and then scissors one last time, which has him beating me. I'm looking at him like I can't believe I just got beat, and he just smirks at me.

"The odds always favor rock," he says through his smirk.

"The odds?" I ask, and he just nods his head at me in return. "Great, so you just hustled me at rock paper scissors," I continue while shaking my head and laughing slightly.

"Mhmm," he replies while standing up and pulling me up off the couch with him. "Now be a good little loser and go get ready." I stick my tongue out at him once more before heading for the shower.

Friday, July 17, 2009

[-Chapter 18-]

So I got caught in between chapters, so this is just a short one.. kind of a filler more than a chapter. Sorry it's so short, but I figured the next part would be long, so I felt like I needed to break it up a little.

Kris's POV

I watch her from my spot on the couch in the living room as she moves around in the kitchen, opening drawer after drawer in search for whatever she needed, only to find it's no where to be seen and moving on to another set of drawers. I had offered to help her, to at least show her where everything was when she needed it, but she booted me out of the kitchen anyways. I love that she's independent, but I think I loved watching her bare legs prancing around in my kitchen better.

After finally finding what she needs, she stands in front of the stove, cracking eggs in the skillet in front of her until she finally feels my gaze on her and she looks up and in my direction. She smiles before her face turns the slightest shade of pink. I love that after this much time, I can still do that to her, almost as if she'd completely shocked or caught off guard when she catches me watching her.

About another 5 minutes later, she makes her way out into the living room with me, plate in hand with two forks. She sits on the arm rest of the couch, her legs resting on top of mine as she hands me a fork before digging in herself to what looks like a pretty good omelet. We sit in silence, eating quietly until she speaks up.

"So, why didn't you?" she asks quietly before taking another bite, almost as if she'd been thinking this over in her head all morning and finally got the courage to ask.

"Do what?" I reply in between bites. This might be the best damn omelet I've ever had.. She rolls some of the remaining food left on the plate around with her fork, almost wondering how to even approach telling me whatever is on her mind.

"Well," she starts while laying her fork down on the plate, directing all of her attention to me, which worries me a little bit. Maybe this is a little more serious than I thought.. "If you wanted it, last night would have been your perfect opportunity to get in my pants," she says with a small smile, the same smile reflecting on my face as I can't help but laugh at the blunt way she has of saying things sometimes. "But you didn't," she continues while looking down at her hands, a much more serious look coming across her face as she continues to stare at her hands like they are the most interesting things she's ever seen. "Why?"

I look up at her, at how insecure she's become all of a sudden before putting my fork on the plate next to hers, and then leaning forward and putting the plate on the coffee table I'm resting my feet on. I take her hands in mine, trying to get all of her attention focused on me, but she's still skeptical I can tell.

"If it ever happens," I start, being more specific than I was last night. I've learned I have to be, otherwise she takes my vague answers and uses them against me. She's definitely going to be a good lawyer one day, because she can dominate me in most serious conversations, which is so frustrating sometimes. "I want you to want it to, I don't want you to feel like I pressured you, and I don't ever want you to think you have to give in to keep me around." I definitely have her attention now, her eyes intently locked with mine as she just stares at me, almost begging me to continue. I see her eyes start to water up, but she has a slight smile on her face so I can only assume that she likes what she's hearing, so I go on. "And I definitely want you in the right state of mind if I'm going to have my way with you," I chuckle before leaning toward her and kissing her lips lightly. She's timid at first, but then I feel her pressing her body up to mine, and I know that for now, we're okay. She pulls away, looking down at her hands as she just shakes her head, almost as if she's sorry she even doubted me. "I don't think you're ready for anything like that yet though," I state, looking up at her to show that I'm serious. "And there's nothing wrong with that," I add as I feel her stiffen against my touches.

She looks up at me, that mischievous grin of hers once again appearing on her face before she speaks up for the first time in a while.

"Okay," she says while nodding her head. "There's just one small catch," she continues while moving from the arm rest until she's straddling my legs, her fingers running through the hair at the nape of my neck, making a shiver run down my spine.

"There normally is with you," I say as light hearted as possible as I take a deep breath, trying my hardest to control myself.

"I perfectly intend," she starts while leaning down and kissing a line from my jaw to the shell of my ear and stopping there, "on changing you're mind," she whispers in my ear in a sultry voice before pulling back from me enough for me to see that I'm dealing with the confident Kailyn I encountered last night, which means nothing good for me.

Oh damn..

Thursday, July 16, 2009

As promised..

Okay, pictures as promised. Sid's aren't that great, but it's the best I've seen. I'm feeling better tonight, so I'll probably work on an update.. expect it tonight or tomorrow sometime.