It was a fortunate thing, I suppose, that I didn't posses any sort of mind reading power because I would hardly have felt inclined to hear her thoughts in those few moments before my hands found her body. She never had asked me what happened that night and to be honest I truly had no desire to tell her. I don't ask about her family or her mentor or much of anything that happened in the past. It isn't that I don't want to know, I just assume those are her secrets to keep, they aren't my business and if she wants to tell me she will, if she doesn't then so be it. I don't speak about my family more then I have to and I sure as hell don't talk about that night because I hardly want to remember it. Why talk about those things? What good would it do to remember? I have an apparently eternally long life to worry about one day telling her so I hardly see why I have to waste the next few moments giving it actual thought. I really am good at denial, honestly why denying the truth of things isn't a job I hardly know, I would be far better at it then anything else- well, almost anything else. I do have one other talent that I have every intention of subjecting Kat too tonight. Because I can, because I want to- more then I have ever wanted for any other woman. There is simply no part of her I don't want to touch or taste in the most intimate way possible. I am used to her denying me, used to her teasing or flirting and yet there truly is only so much of that any man contact before there simply is a point of no return and that all-consuming desire I have for her simply refuses to be fooled into ceasing or directed into some other far less amusing activity. She has a body made to be appreciated on every fucking level- and eventually I plan to find every level she has. Maybe it will take me a life time- but time really is no longer an issue, not for us.

I'd almost forgotten the feel of her skin or how utterly perfect her breasts truly were, hands teasing each peak to attention as my lips found her neck, working that slow and tantalizing path upward as her head falls back against me just the way it should and the moan that escapes her throat might well be the sweetest sound I have heard all night, the single muttering of my name, almost like it was a damn prayer managed to force a groan from my own lips, certain parts of myself very near aching with the utter desire to have every single part of her as I struggled to keep a hold on my own control and stop myself taking her here and now. I promised to teach her after all, to show her exactly what she has been missing out on and I have every intention of doing that. The hiss of air that rushes from her lips as my own work upward is intensely satisfying, fingers working that smooth, rounded flesh of her breast, enjoying every stroke and caresses of them beneath my fingers as her frame arches into my own and I decide it's entirely time to show her what else can be done. The whimper she releases as my hands move away very near earn her a smile against her skin as I only move to send my hand lower and offer some attention to the part of herself surely desires it now.

Maybe she has only done such things once before and yet for someone so inexperienced her instincts, her movements- are exceptional, her body so entirely responsive to every touch that it is almost maddening to me, that wetness between her thighs earning a rather satisfactory groan of appreciation from myself as her body rolled forward and into that touch once more, giving me the most sensitive part of herself, her form entirely ready for whatever else I might desire to subject it too as I merely allowed her to dance right upon that edge of satisfaction without letting her fall over it. She always has liked...teasing. It is merely unfortunate that even this touch, this feel of her so intimately very near sends me over the edge with her. This however- seemed to be her new goal. She turned suddenly against me, her hands gripping the hem of my shirt in this brief shift of control that I was more than willing to actually allow, lifting my arms to let her pull the shirt off and over my head before her hands are reaching so readily for the button on my own jeans, my mind to slow to realise her intention before she had them undone. There was a reason I had her against the wall, a reason I kept her hands away from me, it's been awhile- like I said and while ever single part of me craves what I already know is coming I have no trust in my own control right now. Her gaze lingered briefly on me and yet she hardly seemed to possess any fear, my absolute desire for her the very reason that my size may well have seemed momentarily imposing and really she should take it a compliment of just how much I wanted her. If she possessed any actual hesitation it hardly showed, her lips meeting my own with an entirely new ferocity as he hands roved over the smooth, hard plains of my chest- evidently entirely content to turn my own lesson right back on me.

Her fingers running over my chest and pecks draws a moan from somewhere within me, one lost entirely against her lips before her breasts press tantalizingly against my chest, hands moving towards them once more before her own hands travelling lower derail any other though from my mind, lips pulling from her own in an attempt to warn her- I was so close to edge it was, her hands on that already aching part of myself threatening to undo me completely.

"Kat I....oh fucking.....hell."

Whatever words of caution I'd been about to give her were lost entirely as her hands found me, the woman seeming to have more than just a little natural talent in this regard as my own breath hissed from between my lips, hitching within my throat as her hands stroked and teased that part of myself into a more rigid firmness that was almost excruciating in it's pleasure, Kat shifting and changing her rhythm- almost as if she realised exactly the power she held- that blissful exquisite power of being able to render someone entirely and utterly helpless with just a touch. She.....is a damn fast learner and if I could remember how to talk I would have told her that, actual sweat beginning to form with the effort it took to stop myself from letting go entirely from her hands alone before that delicate whisper of her voice actually seemed to managed to penetrate the haze she seemed to have reduced me to, oblivious entirely to whatever intangible, animalistic sounds she had managed to draw out of me as my breath came in almost pants and my eyes seemed to finally find her own. It wasn't the word that so seemed to find clarity, it was the tone...that single mention of my name seeming to hold everything in it like a complete and final surrender that brought a different sort of ache to my chest. They say you know the moment you fall in love with someone and until that single moment in time I'd never believed that, it was foolhardy, stupid, ridiculous...or maybe just the very fact I'd never actually loved anyone before- not really. That realisation hit me harder then anything I've ever been hit by (and I've been hit by some good punches before). I was in love with this woman and that was the most terrifying thing I think I have ever felt.

"I know."

It was the only thing I could say, I'm not even sure I knew what it meant and yet it seemed entirely fitting for that moment, one hand reaching forward to tilted her head up ever so slightly, bringing my lips to her own again with no less ferocity or desire and yet it was somehow...more tender in that single moment before I stepped back just enough to finish exactly what we'd started- meeting her gaze now as I moved to grasp her hips- lifting her easily upward, supporting her- pressing her back against the wall.

"Wrap your legs around my waist- that's it, arms around my neck- and hang on."

It was barely a whisper against her before my lips found her own once more, shifting just enough to place her where she needed to be before thrusting upward and into her, entering her easily, more easily then the first time though that blissful tightness still existed- this position a little more...intense then the first time, offering her a moment to adjust and yet that was truly all I was capable of giving her before I could prevent myself from moving no longer, setting a pace and a rhythm-.

"Now just....let go."

I was already on the brink and that feel of her was simply enough to do it, sending me crashing straight into that glorious high, though I had every intention of taking her with me....





k o h l
so you want to play with magic?