Bonus Chapter 149B: Interlewd

Author's note:

All right. This is adult content, please don't read if you're under 18 or whatever age makes it legal in your country. Otherwise, enjoy, ya pervert!

(Finally earning that 18+ rating, yay!)

Also, this is my first time writing smut, and it's as of yet un-beta'ed due to time constraints. So please, be gentle with me. ;)

Kaitlynn is pleasantly flushed when I pull away. “Well… if you’re sure,” she rasps, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

I groan. “Isn’t it bedtime yet?”

Kaitlynn laughs. The sound fills my stomach with butterflies.

She leans in close, lips half an inch from mine, and teasingly whispers, “Patience, love.”

Her breath tickles my lips. With a shudder, I try to close the distance, but she pulls back and winks.

I growl, but she just laughs again.

My focus is shot for the rest of the evening. I can’t help but stare at Kaitlynn as she Meditates, still working on her reconversion rate. Or pretending to. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t usually push her chest out this much…

My eye rakes over her form. There’s no reason to wear our armour here, so I’m lounging around in my horrible hotdog-selling uniform, and Kaitlynn’s wearing just her anime schoolgirl cosplay outfit, which consists of a tight white blouse and a sinful blue tartan skirt.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” Kaitlynn says with a slight smirk, never opening her eyes. “Pretty shameless, aren’t you?”

“Oh? I assumed you wanted me to look…” I say straight-faced. “You know, considering how you’re dressed and all. Pretty hypocritical of you to call me shameless, really.”

Her jaw drops and she opens her eyes. “You—”

She catches my eye and apparently reads the mirth in it.

“Did I say something wrong?” I ask innocently.

She narrows her eye at me, but can’t entirely fight back a smile. “You’re treading on thin ice there, missy.”

I smirk. “That’s okay. I’m not afraid to get—”

Kaitlynn leans over to cut me off with a hand over my mouth. “Do not finish that sentence,” she commands, her smile widening. “You’re terrible.”

A lick to her palm causes the offending appendage to be pulled back. “That’s okay; you like me like this,” I reply, wagging my eyebrows.

Her own brows rise in challenge. “Maybe I like you in spite of it.”

“Sounds like either way, you do like me.”

She responds by dragging her gaze over my body. “It does, doesn’t it?” she purrs.

My retort dies in my throat as she gets up and stretches just a bit longer than necessary.

“Well, I can tell I’m not getting anything done tonight, so I think I might go to bed early,” she says, her casual tone belied by the slight flush in her cheeks and the glance she sneaks at me. “Will you be coming to my room in a bit?”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” I manage to bring out through my dry mouth.

She shoots me a smouldering look and puts some extra sway in her hips as she walks off, her skirt trailing hypnotically in the wake of the exaggerated movement.

Oof. She’s going to be the death of me.

I get to my foot and hop to my own room to use the facilities there.

A shower is probably in order. Possibly a cold one.

I rush through my routine, impatient, and end up ready before Kaitlynn.

Not daring to actually enter her bathroom while she’s in it, I lounge beneath the coarse fur blanket—if you can call it that—on her bed.

I stare fixedly at the door to the bathroom, wearing what I usually do to bed: just my black tank top and matching black hipster panties.

My heart thrums in my chest with nervous anticipation.

Kaitlynn comes out after what feels like a really long time, wearing her usual sleepwear.

Nothing but the white t-shirt she usually wears beneath her blouse, and the pink panties I’ve repeatedly glimpsed by now.

I’m pretty used to seeing her like this, but with the change in context, the outfit suddenly appears sexier than it has any right to be.

Her eye falls on me, and she smirks.

She holds her head up high as she sways over to the bed, and prowls onto it.

I lean up on my elbows in anticipation as she lifts the stiff fur ‘blanket’ and moves under it to straddle my thighs.

She firmly pushes me back down with one hand on my sternum.

“So impatient,” she tuts. “What am I to do with you?”

The soft pressure of her warm hand on my chest only feeds the flame burning low in my stomach. Somehow I hadn’t expected Kaitlynn to be this bossy in bed, but I definitely don’t hate it.

“I can think of a few things,” I tell her, raising a brow.

“I’m sure you can,” she murmurs, pushing her hair to one side so it doesn’t obscure her face as she leans in at an agonising rate.

Warm lips touch upon mine, and it’s heaven.

I fist my hand in her shirt and pull her closer as I desperately slide my lips against hers, trying to slip in our usual rhythm, but Kaitlynn doesn’t give an inch. She maintains the pressure on my sternum as she forces the tempo to a slow, deliberate exploration.

I groan against her lips, but she just chuckles and pulls away. “So needy,” she whispers, her hot breath brushing my ear. “I mean, I know you’re no blushing virgin, but—”

“Woah woah woah,” I interrupt, pulling back a little. “Did you just call me a floozy?”

She blinks at me. “No, I just—”

“Are you suggesting I’m a woman of loose morals?”

“Emma, I—”

“For shame, Kaitlynn, for shame! Why I never—”

She interrupts me with a firm kiss.

“You talk too much,” she mumbles against my lips, sounding a little piqued but also amused.

I lose the fight against the corners of my mouth, and they curl up in our kiss.

She pulls back, shaking her head a little. “I just want this to be special.”

Her earnest expression gives me pause.

I stare up at my blue angel, brushing some hair from her face, and smile. “It could never not be,” I tell her honestly. “So, maybe don’t overthink it?”

She smiles lopsidedly. “You’re sweet. But since you’re such an experiencedwoman—”

I gasp in mock-outrage.

“—I still feel a certain pressure, you know? I’m sure you have lots of memories of sexual encounters for me to compete with.”

I pout. “Now you’re just being mean.”

She kisses my pout away and pushes me back down when I chase her retreating lips.

“Just, let me take the lead tonight, yeah?” she asks. “I can tell you’re still a big ball of tension. Let me help you relax. You can top next time, I promise.”

It takes her telling me for me to realise how badly my stomach is churning with nerves, and how shaky my fingers actually are.

I let out a breath and try to relax back into the hard surface of the mattress. “Shit, you’re right. Okay. Then I shall be at your disposal, my lady.”

She smiles gently at me and begins kissing a path up my throat.

I lift a hand to stroke her head, but she grabs my wrist, pushes my arm down. “No touching until I say so, you got that?” she huffs in my ear.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Kaitlynn resumes her ministrations, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses over my jugular, seeming to slow down further in punishment.

Her hand glides up my side over my tank top and skirts my boob. Her fingers start trailing paths over my chest which deliberately avoid the sensitive peaks.

It’s maddening.

My patience lasts all of two minutes. “Please,” I plead.

“Please what?” Kaitlynn breathes huskily.

“You’re doing an amazing job,” I all but pant. “But please stop teasing. I’m ready for more, I promise.”

Kaitlynn sits up and flicks her eyes over my face, seeming to evaluate how ready I am. I bite my lip and stare pleadingly. She smiles.

“Fine. Lose the tank top.”

I’m about to whip it off, but decide to have some dignity, and give the moment the gravity it deserves.

This will be the first time Kaitlynn sees me topless, after all. And I know how obsessed she is with my chest.

I make eye contact with her as I lift up my upper body purely by my abs, and start tugging my tank top by the edge.

Her eye flits between my face and my chest, betraying her own impatience.

I dragthe edge up against my boobs, working up to the moment they drop.

Kaitlynn sucks in a breath at the glory revealed to her.

Having big boobs can be a real pain in the back, but looking at her face, I’m glad to have them.

I whip the tank top over my head, and Kaitlynn pushes me back down, immediately moving down to press kisses to the soft, newly-revealed flesh.

She tongues tightening circles around one nipple, then switches to the other right before she reaches it. Her tongue feels burning-hot on my skin in the best way, leaving behind trails of fire that quickly cool.

Glancing down, I realise she’s actually channelling Heat through her tongue.

That’s new.

It feels amazing, but I still have to really fight not to grab her head and force it to the sensitive areas she’s deliberately avoiding.

Kaitlynn chuckles and gently strokes my arm up to my clenched fist. “You big baby,” she murmurs, before, ironically, latching on to my nipple.

I arch up and gasp as warm lips envelopes my tender, neglected flesh. She sucks and a spike of pleasure shoots down to my throbbing core.

A hand grasps my other nipple and squeezes gently.

I can’t remember ever having been this sensitive or turned on before, but as good as it feels, the attention being lavished on my chest just makes the neglect of my core stand out more.

I buck up against her ineffectually.

In reprisal, Kaitlynn bites down gently on my nipple. The pain is exquisite, and I involuntarily moan.

Not, like, in a masochist way, though. Oh, whatever.

Kaitlynn groans in response and slides one of her legs in between mine.

Her thigh pushes firmly into the valley between my legs. The pressure is sublime.

I’mvery tempted to start rutting against her, but I know when not to push my luck, so with an effort of sheer Willpower, I manage to control myself.

I’m rewarded by her hand trailing lower. Her fingers drag slowly over my taut abs, passing my bellybutton until they skirt the edge of my panties.

Then, they hover there. Somehow I can tell it’s not to tease, but genuine hesitation for once.

“Please,” I whisper, bucking up, blindly seeking contact with her fingers.

It appears to be all the reassurance she needs. Her lips detach from their prize and move up to my neck even as she wiggles her fingers underneath the damp fabric and finds the slick heat beneath.

“Is that all for me, baby?” she moans into my ear.

I nod, lost for words as her fingers graze my swollen nub.

Her deft fingers seek to tease out my sensitive areas, and I’m more than happy to assist. “A little to the left, ah! Yeah, right there!”

Still, she drags things out, going just a bit slower then what my body demands, craves.

Finally, when I just about can’t take it anymore, Kaitlynn does… something. She rollsher hips, somehow using the motion to slide her palm against me as she simultaneously sinks two fingers into my depths.

I gasp and grab onto her for dear life, my hands fisting in the back of her shirt.

She pulls back to glance at me in concern for a moment, but seems to correctly interpret the expression on my face as ecstasy.

“You’ve been a good girl for me, baby,” she pants in my ear. “Ready for your reward?” she asks, punctuating the question with another roll of her hips.

“Yes!” I breathe out in desperation.

And Kaitlynn proceeds to rock my world.

Pressure mounts inside of me, higher and higher, to the point where it feels like it couldn’t possibly increase, like I’m about to pop.

Finally, the dam bursts. I come with a cry, my muscles locking up, my legs trembling, as my core pulses.

The waves seem to last forever, building and cresting again and again.

Kaitlynn carefully rides me through my orgasm, kissing beneath my ear and whispering sweet nothings when it finally subsides.

I lie there limply, panting for a while, as my mind struggles to reboot.

Then, with a groan, I pull her face closer and start showering it with kisses.

She giggles, smiling like a fool as she withdraws her hand. “So, I did all right then?”

“You. Did. Amazing. I don’t deserve you.”

She pulls back a little to catch my eye. “Yeah you do,” she says softly. “You more than do.”

I shake my head, more in disbelief than denial.

She seems to catch the nuance in it, as she just lifts one of my hands and kisses the knuckles. “So. Enough excitement for one night?”

I look at her like she’s gone crazy, and promptly roll us over. She squeals and laughs at the unexpected motion.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this, young lady,” I growl in her ear. “You’re owed a lot of teasing, and I plan to deliver. But first, we need to square a debt of the visual variety.”

I sit up and gaze down at her hungrily, raising a brow.

She shivers beneath me and plays with the hem of her shirt. “You really don’t have to reciprocate, you know? Are you sure you’re ready for… all that?”

I pause to think about that for a moment. For the first time since this all began… I genuinely believe I am.

I smile and lean down for a kiss, enjoying the way she arches up into me, before backing off again for a better view. “Yes, I’m sure. Now take it off.”

She bites her lip but obeys my command.

Any remaining doubts about my appreciation of the female form melt away at the perfection laid bare before me. I lick my lips at the sight of her pert mounds, all kinds of ideas already forming about what I might do with them, and the rest of her.

After ogling for an appropriate amount of time, I dive in and start trying my ideas out.

Author's note:

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