Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 18:49:31 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson <p.j1055@hotmail.com>
Subject: Her Eyes (Part 2)

Her Eyes (Part 2)

Chapter 4

Jamie awoke, immediately feeling the warm, soft body of Patai pressed
against his. His hand still rested on her back, and he gently stroked her,
and looked down, to find her staring up at him. She moaned very softly as
he stroked her, and gave a tiny, but heartstopping smile, as she whispered,
''Hi Jamie......'' One of her gentle little hands began to move slowly
against his chest. He simply enjoyed that sensation for a few moments
before responding.

''Good morning, Patai,'' he whispered, staring in renewed wonder at her,
now in the natural light coming in through the bedroom windows. She wasn't
smiling overtly, but there was no tightness to her eyes or brow, her mouth
wasn't downturned.  She enjoyed what they did. ''How long have you been
awake, beautiful?''

''A little while,'' she admitted, looking to one side. The blush that
coloured her cheeks only made her prettier. He stroked her neck with one
hand, his other cradling her hip and caressing it gently, savouringly.  She
shivered to his touch, as he did, when her admiration of his chiselled
chest continued. She looked back, not into his eyes, but at his chest, as
she started tracing the defined lines between the muscles with her index
finger. ''You're so.......,'' she whispered, staring at his muscles,
''hard, Jamie....'' She seemed to say it with no idea that he was, indeed,
hard right now, then did, for she looked up and him quickly and
blushed. ''I mean.....''

''It's ok,'' Jamie said, and with his new optimism for his chances with
Patai, purred, ''I am hard right now, Patai.''

Her eyes widened, and she began to tremble. He thought, for a terrible
moment, he had been too brash with her, but then her hand admiring his
chest, found its way through the thin trail of jet black hair shooting from
his navel to pubic region, and then up and onto his throbbing cock.  She
was looking down at it, thankfully, for Jamie had to lean his head back and
close his eyes, feeling that little, delicate hand cup his needy cock. She
started rubbing it, looking back at Jamie to see the effect it was having
on him. He couldn't believe how much more direct she was today, after only
two kisses, and some loving embraces. For another person, some would call
her easy. For her, knowing how she had been treated before, he knew he was
lucky, that she trusted him enough to not be shy.

He had to reach down, and stop her stroking of him, as glorious as it
was. He didn't want to orgasm in her presence, until it could be inside
her. She looked up at him, worry in her eyes as if she thought he was
displeased, but he simply lifted her until she straddled his stomach. Her
eyes grew as wide as coins at that, possibly thinking he was going to be
very direct indeed, but he wanted to savour everything about this moment,
and simply pulled her down until her soft stomach and chest was pressing
against his rock hard torso. Their lips bare inches apart, he waited for
her to initiate the kiss, simply out of respect for her, and initiate she
did, a very soft, sweet kiss, that left his mouth open with want. She drew
back, and then kissed him again, no shyness in the kiss this time. Her lips
probed at Jamie's for a moment, then he couldn't resist taking over the
kiss, his lips hungrily eating at the fruit of hers. Her soft whines and
moans inflamed his passion, and before he knew it, his hands had drifted
down from her hips to cup her soft buttocks, using them to push her more
against him, while his tongue, for the first time, tasted her mouth,
slipping between her parted lips and finding the heat, the wetness of that
unexplored mouth, to be completely hypnotic. They kissed for what seemed
like forever, his hungry moans and grunts, and her soft, throaty whines
combining with the music of the morning birds. Her hands gripped at his
shoulders, as if for dear life, while his sampled her soft cheeks, sliding
down soon to cup her perfect thighs.

''Oh.....,'' she whispered breathlessly as she finally struggled free of
his desperate embrace. She held her head back from him, obviously
struggling to breathe after the lust of their shared moment, her head
swaying, telling him he wasn't the only at least a little dizzy from that
kiss. The only thing he wanted to taste more than those soft, sweet lips
was......

But he wouldn't let himself think about it. She was wearing a pair of
panties, which almost irritated the skin of his torso where it rubbed
against him, and he was adamant on it staying that way, until she
explicitly let him know she wished otherwise. Whether he'd be able to wait
that long.......he also didn't want to think about.

She splayed her hands out on his chest, biting her lower lip softly as she
lowered her head back down, the tenderness in her eyes telling him she
didn't want a repeat of the last kiss. When her lips touched his this time,
he responded with as much tenderness as he could summon, his lusty hands
maintaining some sobriety this time, simply rubbing at the sweet softness
that was her lower back and waist. When she broke the kiss, leaving him
reeling in the casual onslaught of her addictively sweet lips, she pushed
her head at his chest and neck, and sighed softly, a beautifully careless,
savouring noise to come from a girl who hadn't trusted the door not to hit
her when passing the threshold yesterday.

''Jamie......thank you,'' she whispered against his chest. He raised one
hand from her back to stroke the back of her neck and head, enjoying the
silky softness of her hair, as he whispered, ''For what, beautiful?''

''For making me remember that it can be.......sweet,'' she breathed against
his chest, a slight shudder waking in her body. He cradled her head there,
wondering if she was to weep, but she didn't. She clutched at him, and he
in turn wrapped his arms around her, feeling as if he hugged the greatest
treasure known to man. She was simply so precious, so unique......he felt
honoured, to be able to say she trusted him.

Then she did something simply astounding. She slowly disengaged her body
from his, looking deep into his eyes. She clambered from his body, then
from his bed, making him sit up in alarm. But she then hooked her small
hands in the sides of her, what Jamie now saw to be, red boyshort panties,
and drew them down to pool around her feet, stirring her graceful feet from
them as her blue eyes sought his darker ones.

He struggled to continue breathing, as he, for the first time, saw her
naked form. Saw her pink nipples erect in the chill, morning breeze
floating in from Jamie's accustomed-to open window. Saw the curve of her
hips, the slimness of her waist. Her pearly smooth thighs. And the pink
pussy nestling between her legs, a soft looking mound, airily haired like
her fringe, that drew the eye of the observer, made his mouth open in the
desire to taste it, and cock throb needfully to become one with it, and
her.

He didn't know what drew him to sit on the edge of the bed, for he could
have stayed like that forever, gazing at her. But he did come to the edge
of the bed, having to look up only slightly as she walked between his legs,
into his slow-reacting arms, that cupped her body close. Her eyes were
feverish as they stared into his, and for the first time, he saw genuine
lust for sex in her.

Just when I thought she couldn't get any more beautiful.... Jamie thought,
as their lips met once more. Her small hands rubbed his shoulders, back and
forth, her little lips struggled in the grasp of his, as he tasted her,
savoured her. The fragrance of her, and the taste of her parted lips
sustained him as she broke away once more, looking into his eyes. He
realised what that odd pleading note in them was; she was simply giving
herself to him, at this moment. Leaving herself in his power. Most women,
or men, don't even realise how momentous that look is, to a lover who can
recognise it. Jamie could recognise, and knew that Patai respected the
importance of her choice. Despite this, she had chosen him.

He slowly stood, looking down into her beautiful eyes, rubbing her neck,
making her moan softly, as she looked back. He very gently swapped their
places, making the girl sit on the bed, and then lifting her hips to lay
her down, tenderly, onto the bed, making sure her head rested on a
pillow. It didn't for long, for she propped herself up onto her elbows, to
watch what he was doing in anticipation.  He crawled up the bed, stroking
her smooth legs as he went along, hearing the soft shudders she let loose
from her lips, felt the shivering of her skin. When his hands reached her
knees, he lowered his head, hearing her soft gasp of anticipation at doing
so, and brushed his lips against the inside of one of her thighs. She
whimpered softly at this, throwing her head back slowly, eyes closed, to
enjoy it. Made bold by her reaction, he kissed it with more fervour, then
let his lips suck briefly at different spots on her thigh, noticing with
joy the little, pink suckmarks left after his adoration of her. When he
traced a line along the inside of her thigh, she cried out with delight,
one of her hands going down to hold his head there, the other gripping the
bedsheets desperately. He rose, to savour the sight of her pussy, shining
with a little perspiration, as was the rest of her smooth body.  Jamie
rubbed his hands up the outsides of her thighs, hitching in his breath to
admire how her lower body rose and fell in a reactive tense to his
touch. Her eyes opened, her eyes full of lust and fever, fighting to focus
on his eyes. As she watched, he lowered his head, sliding it between her
legs, while he planted a caressing kiss on her pussy.

She cried out, pushing her lower body at him as she arched her back. He
drew back, shuddering from the sweet taste of her, watching as her face
relaxed, her eyes opening. Her hand was now on the back of his neck,
caressing it softly, as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. He answered
her unspoken plea, and kissed her pussy once more, hearing her beautiful,
lyrical whimper, as her body tensed once more, less tightly this time. He
opened and closed his lips on the sensitive folds of her pussy lips,
moaning in pleasure even as she whimpered and whined. When he parted his
lips to lick her tender flesh, she cried out in joy, pushing herself once
more at him. Jamie gratefully accepted, his hands sliding under her thighs
to prop up her lower body, as he slowly and tenderly ate at her pussy, his
lips hungrily clasping her pussy, his tongue probing it. Her hand left him,
joining her other hand in gripping at the bedcovers, her head pushing back
into the pillow it rested on, as she struggled to breathe, obviously
enraptured in the pleasure besieging her frail body. He looked up, seeing
her tensed body, and brought his body down on hers as his lips wrapped
around hers, his hands stroking her upper arms. She responded weakly,
whimpering. He drew back, the combination of her pussy and lips against his
mouth in such quick succession making his body shudder in delight, his
mouth tingle.  Jamie pushed his head once more between her legs, hands now
stroking the outsides of her thighs, as he slipped his tongue inside her,
tasting how sweet her flesh was, how wet she was for him. He heard her high
pitched cry, full of sexual abandon, as she orgasmed. He drew breath
shallowly, tasting her on every inhale, his nose full of the husky scent of
her loins. His tongue found her cum, and dipped itself in it, drawing it
back into his mouth as he leaned his head from her. Jamie tasted her
honey-like cum, cloying but sweet, knowing it was the fruit of her sweet,
gentle loins. He swallowed it with deliberation, sighing in satisfaction as
he now opened his eyes, to survey the sweet girl.

Her hair was strewn all over the pillow, some of it on her wet cheeks,
cheeks wet from tears of joy. Her eyes opened to meet his. Jamie somehow
remembered to breathe as her brilliant blue eyes, shining from her tears,
also shone from happiness. A beautiful blossom of a smile spread on her
face, a smile just for him. He reached a hand down to caress one of her
cheeks, his thumb under her chin, while his fingers felt the soft flesh,
wiped away the tears. She bit her lower lip softly, smiling illuminously up
at him.

''Oh, Jamie.....,'' she whispered. Her hands reached up to his neck,
rubbing him gently. He shuddered, and smiled back at her, leaning down to
kiss her softly, tasting her sweet, pliant lips, hearing her soft moans
echo in his mouth. He broke the kiss, drawing in a shuddering breath as he
kneeled once more, gazing at her. Suddenly, his sexual need rose upon
seeing her pussy glisten from his own saliva. He rubbed both hands over her
hips, adjusting his position on the bed. Her eyes grew wide, her breaths
full of soft pleas.  He brought his knees inside her spread legs, and
slowly pulled her lower body at his bent knees. Jamie looked at her, and
saw the fear, the sudden trepidation in her eyes.

''I'll be gentle, Patai, I promise you,'' he whispered. He felt he needed
it right now, that postponing it would hurt too much. Just watching her
decide, especially as she once again gnawed softly at her lower lip,
tormented Jamie. His breath held in, he exhaled shudderingly as she
whispered, ''Ok, Jamie.''




He saw the fear in her eyes, but respected her courage. He kissed her once
more, a soft, reassuring kiss, as his hands cupped her round hips,
caressing her soft flesh. He drew his head back, looked into her eyes.
They both panted, already exhausted by their efforts, but both held in a
collective breath, as Jamie pushed his needy, hardened cock inside her.



She whined, deep down in her throat, as she bit her lower lip and pushed
her head back into the pillow. Jamie, likewise, reeled from how soft and
warm her tender pussy felt wrapped around him. Her thighs scrabbled for
purchase at his hips, tensing around them, her hands holding on tight to
the back of his neck. As he drew back, and thrust once more, as gently as
he was able, which was an effort considering his abundant lust at this
moment, she moaned softly, an appreciative, pleasured noise. His hands
pressed down on the bed, under each of her smooth armpits, and their
embrace was comlete.



''God....,'' Jamie groaned, struggling to hold back the urge to take
her. She shuddered to each push of his cock, cried out for joy at each
thrust. Her soft stomach and chest became a cushion for his aroused, hard
body, feeling how her nipples cut against his chest, so hard were they at
the moment. He took advantage of her arched neck, and started kissing her
neck, sucking briefly at different points. Each kiss was received with a
soft little whine, which enveloped Jamie's ear with the sweet tune of her
voice. Another thrust, harder than the two previous, sunk him in deep
inside her. He shuddered against the softness of her pussy, while she cried
out, almost hoarsely. Her breathing became urgent, and she whimpered,
''Jamie, oh Jamie'', as she pushed herself at him.



Jamie pushed back, and she mimiced his thrusting. Soon, they were one, his
lips finding hers in the private oasis that was their embrace. Her soft
thighs massaged his sides and hips, her hands held his head to hers, and
their sexes moved, pushed and pulled as one. Their lips rarely stayed
fused, her soft whimpers, her loud crieds interrupting the kiss, as did his
shudders, his exclamations at how she began to tighten her pussy on him,
but their lips were never far apart. Over and over did Jamie taste her,
both on his lips and on his body. Her hands began to massage the back of
his neck as they continued to hold him there. Only when her hands tensed on
his neck, and pulled at them did he draw back, feeling the sweat on his
brow and body for the first time, as he looked down at her. Her skin was
also glistening, and her eyes were clenched shut. She whined, mouth pursed,
then cried out, as Jamie felt the warmth of her orgasm on his cock. He
shuddered, closing his eyes as well. Both revelled in her first orgasm in
his presence, but Jamie still felt full of need, of want. He pushed again
into her, and didn't halt himself anymore, but continued to thrust, and
thrust. She whined, and he, reluctantly, kept his lips from hers so she
could draw breath, as she sounded very exhausted. She didn't have to
struggle too long, however, for the day and a half of a near permanent
erection told on Jamie, ending his erection in an earth shattering orgasm,
that made him cry out, and her whimper under him, squirming softly,
delightfully.



He panted, and before he could collapse from the joyful exhaustion on top
of her, he put himself to one side of her, and laid down. She whimpered and
moaned, her thighs and upper arms moving upwards one last time, before she
let herself sink against the bed. He propped himself onto an elbow,
forgetting his desperate need for breath as he looked down at her, saw how
restful she now looked. Her sweet, ruby red lips still grasped gently for
breath, but her face was relaxed, in a wondrous smile. Her eyes were
closed, her eyelashes curved on her pretty cheeks.  Her hair was all over
her pillow, her arms haphazardly strewn around her.



Her eyes slowly opened, and her cheeks dimpled slightly as she smiled a
little wider. He could tell she was exhausted, but also, his heart swelling
with pride, how happy he had just made her. Gone was the sorrow in her
eyes, the caution in her movements. She was now in the moment, and happy to
be there, as he was. He leaned his mouth in to kiss her, his free left hand
caressing her right cheek. She kissed back, as softly as he kissed her, a
simple reminder for both how sweet their kisses could be. She broke the
kiss, and whispered, looking happily into his eyes, ''Thank you so much,
Jamie......''



Jamie smiled, savouring the sight of her beautiful body. ''Thank you,''
Jamie whispered back reverantly, and kissed her once more. Both smiled even
wider, as they simply looked at each other. When she looked away to one
side, reflectively, he nudged his head onto the pillow hers was on, and
cupped her body close with one strong arm. She was pulled onto her side by
his arm, and he had to adore how she fitted against his body, so
pleasingly, so cutely did her head rest against his chest and
collarbone. One of his hands, his forearm resting gently on her side, was
on her lower back, holding her close. He heard her breath go slower, but
knew she wasn't quite asleep yet.



''Sweet dreams, Patai,'' Jamie whispered, glad that this time there could
be no bitterness in his mind or voice.



''Sweet dreams, Jamie,'' she whispered, barely above a breath. Soon, they
were both asleep in each other arms, dreaming only of each other.



Chapter 5

 Jamie awoke slowly, eyes fluttering open. He registered the warmth of
Patai's body with joy, felt her soft breaths on his chest. He pulled his
upper body back from her gently, and looked down to see her still
asleep. He slowly traced his fingertips against her upturned cheek, smiling
as she mumbled softly in her sleep. He drew away, making sure her body
remained rested on the bed. He got out of the covers, and pulled them back
until they covered her body. He stood there for a few moments, enjoying how
her lips parted ever so slightly with her breaths, how some of her hair was
resting on her upturned temple and cheek. He leaned down once more, to kiss
her forehead, nearly chuckling at her soft, slumbering reaction.



He dressed himself, and stretched. Jamie, a morning person, enjoyed running
in the mornings, and decided he'd do so. Just to not panic her, however, he
left a little note telling her of his intention, and left it on his side of
the pillow. He jogged slowly out of the door after stretching properly, a
smile on his face and satisfaction on his heart.



   Chapter 6

     Jamie, sweating slightly, jogged into the clearing of the small pond
and falls, after suffering quite a few near-falls because of his otherwise
preoccupied mind. He was still in chuckling-good spirits after them, as he
slowed to a stop, his breath caught in his throat, as he found Patai in the
water.



She truly looked like an elven princess at that moment. She turned to him,
her body laminated with water, and smiled, an ethereal beauty in her
face. Her hips were curved, her thighs hugging her pussy, her legs
shapely. Her nipples winked at him, pink in her otherwise pale body. Her
brown hair, made almost black by the water of the falls, was pasted to the
sides of her face, neck and her shoulders.



Her lyrical voice, ironically, broke the spell of her portraited beauty for
an instant. ''Hey Jamie,'' she called, ''I thought I'd wait here for
you.....''



There it was. Jamie struggled to grasp what ''it'' was, and realised ''it''
was comfortability. Warm thought. Anticipation of more.



He stripped quickly, smiling as he heard her gasp, and stepped into the
water. She was near the falls, only her shins and feet covered by the
water, due to the rocks underfoot. She stepped gracefully into the water,
their waists and legs draped in the water as they met in the middle of the
pond. ''I'm glad you did,'' he whispered to her when he once more had her
in his arms, looking slightly up at him. She smiled sweetly, and they
kissed. He felt the softness of her waist and lower back, while she rubbed
his shoulders and neck. Her smile turned into an uncertain pause as they
broke the kiss, and she looked aside.  ''Jamie.....,'' she began nervously,
''I know I'm......just a slavegirl, but....''



''You're not anymore, Patai,'' he whispered solemnly to her. She looked up
at him, a barely hearable gasp issuing from her, and she continued,
''Jamie......I love you.'' She finally looked steadily in his eyes, if her
gaze, so full of worry and silent pleading, could be called as such.



In the time it took him to take a soft indrawn breath, meet her brilliant
blue eyes, and nudge his thumbs against her waist, he had the answer to her
unspoken question. ''I love you too, Patai.''



Her eyes didn't grow wet. She was finished with crying, Jamie thought to
himself, as her eyes grew in certainty, and magnified in happiness. She
stood slightly onto her tip-toes, as she kissed him. His hands seemed to
pool at her lower back, holding her there, as they stood in the pool. That
kiss was a pledge, a promise of a new, painfree tomorrow for her, and a
soul mate for him. As he gently moved her closer to the waterfall, bereft
of their kiss, and she noted, with a swift, over-the-shoulder thrown
glance, how smooth the rock face under the falls was, she looked back into
his eyes, anticipating that their bodies would meet once more, against
it. Her breath, her flared eyes and parted lips, invited him. Her body was
warm against him, in the chilling water. She was, and he was in love, and
that marbled rockface, for the next half hour, was all there was in the
world apart from them two.



The End