It didn't take too long for Kyrie's form to emerge from the darkness, and as she got closer, Isaac's arousal only grew. She was wearing a nightdress, something that he'd never seen her in before; it wasn't anything particularly sexy or revealing, just a shapeless and thin white dress, but the mere fact that it was her nightclothes was enough to overwhelm his senses. As often as he had dreamed about this very scenario, Isaac tried hard not to let this desire show too much on his face: he didn't want to seem like little more than an animal in heat to her. The fact of the matter was that Kyrie was so much more to him than someone to have sex with in the evenings, and he so desperately wanted that to come across in his interactions with her, including in those of a more sexual nature.
Kyrie looked all kinds of nervous as she approached Isaac, and she held the clothes for tomorrow she was carrying just a little bit tighter in her anxiety. When tomorrow came around, the other women of the house would know that she hadn't been there all night, and they would also know exactly what that meant. Kyrie and Isaac's relationship was hardly a secret, but Kyrie felt like it was going to be horribly embarrassing to have Dessi and Vivian know exactly what she'd done! And if they spoke to her about it? That would be even worse! The two of them might be comfortable actually speaking about their own desires, but Kyrie didn't think she ever would be.
Even knowing that the two women were likely going to make a fuss about it, Kyrie still found herself wanting to do this. There were just so many reasons for her to want to spend the night out. She wanted to know where continuing her titillating acts with Isaac would take her, but more importantly she was looking forward to spending more time with Isaac. She liked having his company at all times of the day, so to have him next to her even in the night and morning seemed greatly appealing.
As a result, Kyrie pushed the thoughts of tomorrow into the back of her mind: dealing with Dessi and Vivian was the problem of future Kyrie, no need to think about that now. Before heading up the stair, Isaac held a hand out to Kyrie and she tentatively took his hand. The smile that he gave her from this action held so much affection that Kyrie was left awestruck, and feeling like she just had to get this expression of his on a page someday. It was too sweet not to. He lifted her hand to give her fingers a soft kiss before he led her up the stairs into one of the guests rooms.
To be honest, Kyrie felt self conscious about herself: Isaac was still wearing what he'd been wearing out in the garden while she was in her nightclothes. It felt a little unfair, and she also wondered if she was coming across a bit too eager with her current attire. She didn't have much time to dwell on this because the room they walked into was dark, with the only light being what was filtering in from the window. The fact that he couldn't see her as well not made her feel a bit better, and she blinked a bit rapidly to get her eyes to adjust while she set down her clothes on one of the chairs at a little table. Practically the moment she finished that, Isaac gently pulled her towards him, pressing their bodies back up against each other.
Kyrie's heart raced from this action, and even though he had just done this same thing out in the garden hardly 10 minutes ago, it felt so much more tantalizing when he did it to her in her nightgown. Was it because there was less fabric between her and him now? Or was it more in anticipation of what was to come? Whatever thoughts she had on the matter were soon halted when Isaac leaned in to lock his lips with hers. This kiss was slower than the one they'd shared in the garden, but somehow that just made it all the better. Feeling like her legs were getting weak, Kyrie wrapped her arms around Isaac's neck, hugging him tightly to use him as a brace while she enjoyed this steadily growing warmth.
"Kyrie..."
His breath tickled at her neck, and Kyrie let out a soft sigh of pleasure. The sound that she made startled herself, and she promptly clapped a hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to make such a noise! What was Isaac possibly going to think now? When Isaac had gone for her neck before out in the garden it had felt good but never had it elicited that kind of sound! Isaac wasn't particularly deterred by this noise though, in fact, he loved it. Gently pulling her hand away from her mouth, Isaac kissed at her cheek this time.
"Don't hide your voice, Kyrie, I like the sounds you make."
Her eyes had adjusted well enough to the dark that she could see that he was smiling, and this just made her blush. Kyrie trembled under Isaac's gaze so she was relieved when he went in for her neck again. Well, relieved but also weirdly tense because it felt so intimate to have him do such a thing in the bedroom. It really did feel like a bedroom held so much more gravity to it than the garden, it was as if she was experiencing these sensations for the first time all over again. Kyrie felt his teeth gently nibble at the sensitive flesh of her neck, and a soft sound of satisfaction echoed from her. As embarrassed as she was by these strange new sounds, Isaac seemed to like them, so she resisted the urge to stifle herself too much.
Isaac pulled back from her briefly, and Kyrie heard the shuffle of clothing as Isaac took off his shirt. Even though there was the urge to look away as Isaac did this, a bigger part of her wanted to stare. So stare she did when his broad chest was revealed to her. As he moved to embrace her once more, Kyrie let her hands slide up his chest, exploring a little. He was warm under her fingers, and she heard him let out a soft groan of his own as her skin touched his. This sound of his caused her heart to do a little flip of delight: now she could see what Isaac meant when he said that he liked her noises.
Her fingers moved along his chest with feather light touches while he pulled her in for another kiss. This one was more heated though, and she could feel Isaac's body twitching a little with every movement of her hands. It was... Strangely addictive to be able to elicit such an obvious reaction from him. The delight she got from this gentle exploring was enough to help her forget her own embarrassment for the moment.
Isaac shifted around, but Kyrie was too caught up in their kiss and his skin that she didn't really notice what he was doing until he broke their kiss briefly. Moving them both over towards the bed, it was then that Kyrie realized that Isaac was no longer wearing anything aside from some underwear. She couldn't help glancing briefly at his crotch, to see if it really was bigger than she would've thought, but it wasn't exactly easy to tell. Not only was it mostly dark, but it was just a bulge in his underwear that made it difficult to discern how big it might be.
Nervousness swam through her at this, but Isaac was gentle as he guided Kyrie onto the bed. Laying her down on her back, he hovered over her for a moment before moving in for yet another kiss. Whatever nervousness she had melted into the kiss that Isaac gave her, and she reveled in the feeling of his entire body pressed up against hers.
The skirt of her nightgown had hiked up a bit as she lay down, and her legs moved, almost subconsciously, against Isaac's to effectively entwine with them. The feeling of having her naked skin pressed up against someone else's... It felt so much better than touching someone through clothes and it was a feeling that she just couldn't seem to get enough of.
As if Isaac had read her mind, he began pushing the nightgown up; even though Kyrie trembled in both nervousness and a slight chill, she did not protest as he pulled the garment up and over her head.
For a moment Isaac paused to admire Kyrie's bare breasts; it made no difference to him that they were smaller than the other women in the house, because to him they were absolutely perfect. The longer Isaac stared, the faster her realized her breast were moving with Kyrie's breathing: she was either getting nervous or embarrassed to be under the spotlight, and as cute as it was, Isaac wanted her to be comfortable. To this end, he slid his hands up from her stomach and now that he did this he could feel the goosebumps along her skin. Realizing that she was probably a bit cold now that she had so little clothing, he pulled the blanket up and over them before making his first real forays into Kyrie's naked body.
"You are so beautiful, Kyrie."
He nuzzled his cheek up against hers as he said this, topping it off with a soft kiss that made Kyrie blush. Was she really that beautiful? She had always thought that compared to all the other women of the house she was the most plain to look at. Still, the fact that Isaac believed her beautiful felt good to hear and she turned to softly kiss Isaac's cheek in response.
In an effort to continue exploring her body, both of his hands slid up her torso until he was cupping her breasts, and this action caused Kyrie to clench her arms around him and wriggle under his touch. What was so different about his touch? She had looked at herself in the mirror before and touched her own breasts, but that had hardly been arousing, it hadn't been much of anything, really. When Isaac did it, though, it was as if her body was being set on fire.
Isaac turned to entangle their lips in a kiss and Kyrie let out a muffled squeak before a low moan as he lightly pinched at her nipples in accompaniment. Isaac shuddered a bit from these reactions and could feel his self control slowly slipping.
Pressing his hips slowly into Kyrie's, he felt her body spasm as the bulge in his underwear pressed up against her own thinly clothed sex. She actually broke the kiss from this action, throwing her head back as a burst of pure desire pulsed through her. Panting hard from Isaac's ministrations, she had absolutely no idea that it would feel this good! Sure, it must feel reasonably good for Dessi and Vivian to do it so often but this? Kyrie had not been expecting this! And he wasn't even inside her yet!
What would it feel like to have him pressing up against her unimpeded by their underwear? She wanted to know, she wanted to know so badly it almost hurt. In her desire, Kyrie reached up to pull Isaac's face back down to hers, her own kiss more heated than Isaac had ever known her to give of her own volition. Moaning into their kiss, Isaac was effectively spurred into beginning a slow gyration of his hips which caused Kyrie to once again break their kiss to let out the most sexy sound Isaac had ever heard. He felt like he was seeing stars as he struggled to hold himself back, to keep things slow to pleasure her. But Kyrie... Kyrie was just so irresistible.
One of his hands took a break from its massaging and teasing her breasts to begin a slow trek downward. Kyrie felt every motion of his hand quite clearly as it moved down, because it was leaving a trail of pulsing want in its wake. As his hand slipped into her underwear, her whole body shuddered, and she let out an uninhibited moan once his fingers met the moistness down there.
He was touching her most intimate spot; she should've been embarrassed, but the only thing she could seem to think about was how good it felt. His hand started an almost painfully slow rhythm, rubbing back and forth and spreading the wetness all around down there. It was messy, but Kyrie just couldn't seem to care, all she wanted was more of this sensation.
Unbeknownst to her, her hips had begun to move: with each stroke of Isaac's fingers, her hips pushed into him, her body begging for more. Her eyes were clenched shut, with her mouth letting out little moans and sometimes what sounded like a whimper. Isaac stared transfixed at Kyrie as she writhed on the bed: he wanted her. He wanted to thrust into her like he had in his mind's eye so many times and then she would finally be his and his alone.
Still, he didn't give in to this overwhelming desire, he had to properly prepare her so that she would find this to be such a good experience that she'd willingly come back for more. They were so close now he could almost taste it, but he had to keep this perfect for her. With one of his downward strokes, he wriggled his middle finger into her, which immediately caused her body to tense up as she gasped. Her eyes burst open, and she looked down at Isaac in the haze of her own pleasure. It was her first penetration, sure it hadn't been with his penis, but it was penetration nonetheless and the bit of fear in her had triggered.
Softly murmuring her name once more, Isaac leaned in for a kiss. His hand down below wasn't moving anymore, he just stayed lodged within her as he tried to coax her back to comfort. The kiss was definitely helping, because her eyes slowly closed and her muscles began to loosen. That was good; it was just as Dessi had said it would be.
Moving his other hand away from her breast, he slid that one down as well. This new hand went to massage around the area that he knew Kyrie's clit to be and from this contact her body sparked with arousal in a way that she hadn't been expecting in the least.
"I-Isaac, wha--?"
She was cut off by another spark, and her legs shifted a bit around him, her body twitching from the sheer pleasure.
"I love you, Kyrie."
This was a soft murmur to her, and it sent a wave of warmth rushing through her, which only increased as he began to move the finger inside of her. It was nothing much at first, a slight nudging as it explored but soon he was back to that rubbing motion. As he did this, his finger slid around inside her, resulting in her letting out more of those sweet moans that he loved.
It wasn't too much longer before he was wriggling in a second finger, and this caused more tensing from Kyrie.
"Isaac!"
She whimpered softly; while the first finger hadn't been uncomfortable, this second one was. It didn't feel like two fingers should fit down there.
"It's ok, Kyrie. Relax, let your muscles loosen. I won't move until you get used to it."
Holding tight to Isaac now, she trembled as he softly kissed her cheek, down her neck, lightly around the top of her breasts... Even though he wasn't quite having sex with her yet, everything about this whole experience was leaving Kyrie in a state of pure bliss, both physically and mentally. He was satisfying every curiosity that she'd ever had before, and in an effort to feed her curiosity further she found her grip on him loosening so that he'd also be able to kiss her nipples. Sure enough, Isaac trailed his kisses down now that the way was open to him, and she trembled in anticipation as he spiraled closer and closer to her nipple.
When he finally gave one of them a light kiss, she let out a very visible shudder. That wasn't enough for him though, and she soon let out a gasp when Isaac took the whole nipple in his mouth. Teasing her with both his teeth and tongue, she threw her body back to let out a moan. She had tensed up from the initial shock of this touch, but as she began to sink into just how good this felt, all of her muscles felt like they were melting like butter.
Slowly, very slowly, Isaac began moving his fingers around again. He curled them slightly inside of her, spread them away from each other to stretch her out a little, but he moved slowly enough that all Kyrie did was squirm her hips. It was hard to tell whether these were motions of pleasure of discomfort, but there was no muscle tensing nor were there soft cries of outrage so Isaac continued on. He painstakingly worked her up to being able to move his hand again, and now that he had, he knew what came next: his erection twitched in anticipation.
Pulling his fingers out of her, what he hadn't expected was the soft sound of want that Kyrie made in response. A sound that caused such an embarrassed expression to run across her features that she clenched her eyes shut as if that would make it so Isaac wouldn't realize why she'd made the noise she did. She'd been so nervous about him putting anything up there at first, but now that she was more used to it she wanted more. It just felt so much better than she ever thought it would!
Well he would give her more, willingly and gladly.
Isaac pulled her underwear down and off her body and Kyrie watched with bated breath as he also pulled his own underwear down. His erection sprang into view immediately, and through the haze of pleasure, Kyrie found that she was indeed a little horrified. Something that big was going to be inside of her? There was no way it would actually fit down there! Two fingers could only barely fit! His erection didn't stay in her view for long as Isaac leaned back down to give her a kiss that almost immediately blew away all the concerns that she had.
As he fit his body into hers, she could feel the tip of his erection press up against her wet folds. Once again there was that spike of pure desire, and her body squirmed as she let out a muffled moan into their kiss. She could feel Isaac pressing harder up against her, and for a moment that fear coursed through her again. Yet, the gentleness with which he kissed her, and the soft massaging that he had begun again on her clit slowly chipped away at that fear. There was nothing to be afraid of; Isaac was here with her, after all, and he would do everything in his power to help her and make her happy.
She held tight to him as he kept pressing into her, and her breathing got faster as she willed herself to stay calm and not tense. She tried to open up her body to him, and she had to admit that it was the strangest sensation. He was so solid and warm, and when he pushed up against her it wasn't nearly as terrifying as she might've thought. In fact, now that it had gotten to this point, she almost wanted him to go in: the urge to become one with Isaac had gotten so much stronger now. Slipping in past the resistance of Kyrie's virgin sex, Isaac let out a low moan as the head of his erection finally pushed in.
The moist heat was so welcoming that it took everything Isaac had not to just thrust the rest of the way in. His will won out though, and he went slow until his sex was fully engulfed inside of her. He rested on top of her then, panting softly and listening to her heartbeat as it beat a mile a minute in her chest.
Her eyes were clenched shut, as if she was bracing herself for impact, and Isaac smiled at her and brushed her cheek with his hand.
"Kyrie, it's in."
Her eyes fluttered open at this, and she looked down briefly at where they were joined before looking back up at him. The expression on her face was one of pure surprise, and Isaac couldn't help chuckling softly.
"Not what you expected?"
She blushed brightly at the question, and Isaac teasingly pinched one of her nipples before leaning in for yet another kiss.
It wasn't what she'd expected. She'd expected more pain and discomfort as he moved in, but the fact of the matter was... There hadn't been. The first bit in had been uncomfortable and stretching, but once he'd gotten past that first bit the rest had gone very smoothly; Kyrie's young body was quick to adapt, especially so when she was as aroused as she was.
Isaac broke their kiss to say that he wouldn't move until she wanted him to, but the moment he moved away Kyrie moved back in for another. There really was nothing to be afraid of with Isaac, absolutely nothing at all.
Letting himself sink into Kyrie, one of his hands once again slipped down to massage her clit, and here Kyrie made some soft noises into their kiss. Her hips twitched each time he brushed over her clit, and this prompted a moan from Isaac considering he was inside of her and could feel her every move all the more clearly. Kyrie's hips unconsciously ground into Isaac's, and that was all the prompting Isaac really needed to move.
At first he started with little pushes of his hips, barely moving in and out of her with this, but it prompted the most tantalizing of motions from his lover. Her hips shifted to meet his, and her moans began to get louder as they kissed. Finally, finally Isaac could have her. The mere thought of this sped up his thrusts, causing him to pull out further now, easing himself into a fairly steady pace.
Kyrie brought her hands up to her face, one of her hands partially covering her mouth as if that would somehow help her deal with the sensations running all throughout her body. Moans came freely from Kyrie now, but now Isaac's moans were intermixed with hers. With the way things were going, Isaac wasn't going to last very long at all, especially because everything they'd been doing this evening had been like an aphrodisiac to him.
Pulling her hands away from her face, a little bit rougher than he'd intended now that he was in the throes of pleasure, Isaac laced his fingers with hers and pressed in for another kiss as the pace continued to increase down below.
Kyrie's sounds got louder as she felt herself coming up to something she'd never experienced before. It felt like she couldn't take just how much pleasure she was feeling, like she was going to explode any minute now.
And explode she did.
Letting out a loud but shuddering cry as her body tensed up in release, everything felt like it burst into white while Isaac let out his own loud moan. Kyrie shuddered hard as she felt warmth spurting deep inside of her in conjunction with her own release, and Isaac pressed harder into her, pushing her into the bed and locking lips with her once more as they moaned together.
They remained motionless for a few moments, and once Isaac's lips left hers, they were both panting heavily while their hearts finally began to slow.
They were still holding hands as Kyrie closed her eyes, simply letting the sensation of well-being she had wash over her. Everything felt so good, and she understood now that her pictures were nothing like the real thing. The real thing was so much... more... It would be hard to truly capture that on a page, but it was something to be added to the list of things to figure out how to depict.
Isaac slipped out of Kyrie, and she gasped softly as she felt their combined fluid slip from her as well. Isaac rolled off of her to lay on his back, and before Kyrie could feel his absence he pulled her in close. Nuzzling up against his side and fitting her legs neatly around him, she let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"Isaac... That was... That was beyond words."
Gently kissing her forehead, Isaac smiled at her.
"In a good way?"
"In a good way."
The words were echoed rather drowsily by her, and Isaac could see now that the whole evening had exhausted her even if she had enjoyed it.
"I love you, Kyrie."
The words were murmured softly to her, and she let out a small happy sound in response.
"I love you too, Isaac. Thank you for inviting me up."
Isaac smiled at her before gently kissing Kyrie's head once more. She was already drifting into sleep, and Isaac properly nestled them into the blankets while her body just got heavier against him.
"And thank you for accepting, Kyrie."
This was murmured softly to her since he wasn't really sure he wanted her to hear that part. Thankfully the response he got from her was minimal, just a slight burrowing action against him that brought another smile to his face. Resting his head against hers now, Isaac stared up at the ceiling in the dark for just a little while longer. It was remarkable though: his mind wasn't dwelling on the negative, instead he felt nothing but contentment and happiness as he nuzzled his face against Kyrie's head. It was as if the warmth from Kyrie's body had a calming effect on him, and he vowed that he would never go to bed alone again. He wouldn't dream of demanding sex every day but to have her by his side like this...
He'd finally found what he was looking for and he wasn't about to let it go if he could help it.