Kyrie lay on her stomach in their usual guest room (which thankfully remained free even after Jiera and her children took a room), flipping through the pages of her notebook by the light of a candle at the bedside. She wasn't really looking at the pictures though, mostly she was just keeping her hands busy while she anxiously waited for Isaac to show up. After they'd entered the bedroom, Isaac had asked her to wait for a few minutes while he went to go get something from his room. Kyrie honestly hadn't been sure what it was that he was getting, and she was ashamed to admit that she was actually a little annoyed that he'd left even if it was only for a brief time. She knew that was unreasonable of her though, and she sighed softly as she just buried her face in the pillows of the bed.
As she lay there, she couldn't help but wish it was Isaac's body that she was pressing up against instead of the smooth coolness of the sheets. It really was beginning to sink in just how much she'd missed Isaac while he'd been gone on this trip to the Dominion: spending time with Renard hadn't really eased the feeling so much as disguised it so that she wasn't able to recognize it for what it actually was. She wanted Isaac with her all the time... She just didn't feel complete without him. It comforted her immensely that she still felt this way towards him, but at the same time, it was making waiting for him rather difficult.
She hadn't even been waiting for that long, all things considered, and yet she longed for him to come back. The two of them had pretty much immediately headed up the stairs to the bedroom after dinner, or at least, they had started on the path only to have Isaac say that he needed to head back to his room first. This was highly unusual, honestly. Isaac didn't usually wear anything aside from his underwear to bed, so there was nothing she could think of him wanting. Maybe the day's paper? But if that was the case that left her feeling a bit dejected since the first night he had back with her he was going to spend reading the paper. … But no... No he had been just as excited to see her as she had been to see him: she had felt it so clearly when he'd pulled her close earlier in the day.
Then... What was it that he had gone back for?
Her curiosity burned to know what it was that was so important that he had to go back to his room, and her eyes trailed towards the door to the room with an almost begging expression.
What was taking him so long?
It wasn't necessarily that Kyrie was craving sex with him (not that she wouldn't welcome that), it was more that she just wanted to feel him close to her again; being up close and intimate with a person that she loved was just beyond compare. Being with Renard was unique in its own way, but it was nothing like being with Isaac. There was more of a sense of comfort that Isaac gave her whenever they were together that Renard just didn't seem to have. It wasn't just comfort though it was... It was a sense of well-being and completion. It was the sunshine that filled every pore of her being when she saw him, and the way that she knew his every move so well... There was so much more to it that she found it hard to really encompass entirely. But what she knew with complete certainty was that all of it was singular to Isaac and Isaac alone.
The sound of the door clicking open was extremely soft, but Kyrie still perked up the instant she heard it; she wasn't actively drawing which meant that she wasn't so caught up in her work so as to not notice anything. Raising herself to be able to sit up, Isaac quickly let his voice be heard when he realized what she was up to.
"No no, don't get up, you look comfortable where you are."
As he said this, he swiftly moved to her side, sitting down on the bed to put a gentle hand on her back and reinforce what he was saying. Kyrie looked at him for a moment, though she found that for some reason that was making her blush. Perhaps she was a little embarrassed that it had only been less than five minutes and she had missed him enough to practically burst, or maybe now that he was giving her his undivided attention her usual shyness was kicking in. Whatever the case, she was unable to hold his gaze anymore, so she let her arms drop back down so that her body to fell onto the soft cushions of the bed.
Her eyes trailed to the nightstand now, where she'd noticed that Isaac had put a small box. She wanted to reach out and grab it, but at the same time she felt it'd be a little rude to do since Isaac hadn't expressly given it to her yet. It had to be for her though, right? What other reason would he bring this mystery item up? Isaac noticed how she was staring at the box that he'd brought, and he let out a soft chuckle, gently rubbing Kyrie's back in a way that caused her to let out a contented noise.
"Curious, aren't you?"
"Y-Yes..."
This was admitted with a blush on her cheeks, and her mind played through a number of possibilities to what it could be. A couple of these were actually lewd things though, and that just made her all the more flustered. Was her mind always so prone to coming up with those kinds of thoughts?
"What do you think it is?"
"U-um."
Sure enough, that question completely paralyzed her with embarrassment because when he'd asked it some outlandish possibility was flitting through her head. The blush on her face only got worse as she hid her face in her arms, and Isaac couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle to see this. What in the world was she thinking about?
"What kind of a reaction is that? That's quite the weird one in response to my question."
Kyrie's face snapped back up to try and explain herself, so that he wouldn't get to see how dirty her mind was lately, but instead when she revealed her face he leaned in to softly kiss her forehead.
"You are an endless delight, Kyrie."
This statement made her swell with overwhelming love for the man sitting next to her, and she shifted so that she could wrap her arms around his torso and nuzzle into his lap.
To have her with him like this again... Isaac's hand shook just slightly as he slowly went to touch her head, and it was as if the realization that she was indeed real set off a further desire in him. Leaning down, he curled himself around her a bit so that he could gently kiss the top of her spine, and this action sent a soft tremor through his lover's body; she was so close to him that he could see her every reaction, no matter how minute, and he knew that Kyrie's body would be pleasantly tingling.
"I'll show it to you in due time, don't worry."
Her body relaxed a bit to no longer be under the pressure to answer his question, but at the same time, her heart was beginning to pound harder in her chest. He was still bent over her, hugging her and engulfing her with his presence, and now she could feel that both of his hands were slowly sliding down her back. She hadn't taken off her clothes yet, so when Isaac went to the ties that would loosen her dress, Kyrie took in a soft breath. This was no protest from Kyrie she just closed her eyes as she felt Isaac move above her.
She couldn't see anything that he was doing, but she could feel it as he opened up her dress, his hands sliding in to touch the new skin that he'd just exposed. Kyrie let out a rather unintentionally sexy sound from this motion, that tingling beginning anew in her body now that he was lavishing her with sweet attention like this. Almost embarrassed from the sound she made, her arms clenched around Isaac more as she once again nuzzled her face into his torso.
"I've missed this... Isaac. I've missed having you with me so much..."
Isaac made a rumbling of agreement as he kissed the back of her head, and these kisses soon trailed down to kiss at what he could reach of her now exposed spine. The tingling sensation he'd already sent through her was easily being reinforced by his current actions, and Kyrie honestly wasn't sure whether it was a state of arousal or just pleased satisfaction that it left her in. Whatever the case it certainly felt good, and she wasn't about to try and stop him. In fact, she let out an appreciative sigh, one that caused Isaac's hands to twitch just slightly before they pressed into her a little more.
That press turned into him lifting her up so that she wasn't hiding her face in his lap any longer. Adjusting her so that she wouldn't be uncomfortable facing him like this, he could see now that she was blushing as he moved her legs around his torso. She was basically sitting on him now, and her head was above his due to the added height that he'd just given her. Rather flustered by this, she went to hide her face against him in a tight hug but Isaac stopped her advance briefly, his eyes running over her every curve while his hands slowly took her out of the sleeves of her dress. Only once he'd pushed the top of her dress down to her waist did he let her rush in for that tight hug, and he let out another satisfied rumble while his fingers slid along her exposed back.
"I've missed this too, Kyrie... The nights in Lady Deveris's manor, they were so empty without you."
When his explorations of her back got interrupted by the fabric of Kyrie's breast covering, Isaac was quick to loosen that up, beginning the path to unraveling her. Gently he touched the side of her face with one hand, leaning down to murmur softly into her ear.
"Lean back a little, Kyrie. Let's get you out of this."
Her body shook with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment, and her eyes remained downcast as she slowly emerged from her hiding place against him. He couldn't help giving her cheek a soft kiss, and it almost felt as if he was thanking her for doing what he asked. Once again she felt a wave of love for the man in front of her, and she bit at the inside of her bottom lip as Isaac began to unwind the fabric from her chest, his hand continuing to stay in contact with her progressively less clothed torso as he went. As a result her body trembled more and more in anticipation, so that when he finally moved his hand over the bare skin of her torso and back she let out a rather embarrassing noise that got muffled due to the fact that she was biting her lip.
Before she could hide against Isaac once more, one of his hands moved to her face to get her to look at him. … Did she even realize how sexy she was looking: so shy yet so eager at the same time? Likely not, but that was partly why he loved seeing Kyrie like this: these expressions of hers were his and his alone.
"Don't stifle your sounds, Kyrie. I don't want to miss a single moment of this."
With that, he leaned up to capture her lips in his, and the two of them shared a slow, exploratory kiss. Kyrie felt like she was sinking into him like this, and her arms loosely wrapped around his neck while she lost herself to Isaac.
His kisses slowly began to migrate to her neck, and once again he let his hands wander her back, but this time they went in search of tight muscles. Sure, this wasn't exactly the best angle for this, but he still found his hands moving to that end. It was rather clear when he found one because when he pressed and kneaded close to her neck Kyrie let out a soft gasp while her grip on him tightened a little.
"I-Isaac!"
Kyrie was rather breathless as she spoke, and she let out another sound that seemed to be a mix between a moan and a sigh as Isaac gently pressed into that spot again.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?"
Here Kyrie blushed brightly and shook her head rather vigorously.
"No... It... It feels really good..."
Spurred on by these words, Isaac renewed his efforts, continuing to coax out these sweet sounds from his lover. As comfortable as all this felt, with her naked torso pressed against him and him continuing to stimulate her like this, she could feel herself beginning to want more. Isaac continued to give her neck and lips soft kisses, but soon those kisses trailed down, kissing just above her breasts.
"I just can't help wanting to explore every inch of you..."
Isaac felt a shiver course through Kyrie at those words, and his own body was beginning to react now that he had his lover half naked and aroused in front of him like this.
"I hope you don't mind."
He was speaking these words close to her skin, and each time he spoke she felt his hot breath drifting over her sensitive flesh. At that statement of his, she shook her head, her face hiding against him to try and keep the evidence of her blush away from his eyes.
"I don't mind at all. I... I like it, even."
A slow smile rose to Isaac's features then, and overcome with love for the woman on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her fully to give her a little squeeze.
"Good."
Taking this as permission to pretty much do as he pleased, Isaac pulled away from her, very briefly, to slip off most of his clothes. All that was left when he turned back to Kyrie was his underwear; he wanted to be able to feel her bare skin against his as he moved against her. Now that he was back, his hands almost reverently went to touch at her skin again. Even though his hands had been callused from use over the years, Kyrie still craved the touch of those hands. He continued to work out the kinks in her back as best as he was able, and the light kisses that he was giving her breasts now made her all the more desirous for more. He was mixing relaxation and titillation and she loved every second of it.
It was strange: she didn't think she'd ever done something like this with Isaac before. The closest thing she could really think of was how Isaac would sometimes scratch at her scalp because he knew she liked the way it felt. That was an idle motion though, what he was doing now... This was more purposeful. She felt a little bad that she was the only one feeling good, but at the same time, she could feel his erection as she sat on him. This was clearly something that Isaac wanted to be doing, even if it wasn't directly easing his tension.
Trying to tell herself to just relax and enjoy it, with each motion he made, her body was getting hotter and hotter. As a result, when his fingers soothingly ran through the muscles of her lower back, she squirmed under his touch, especially so when his thumbs wrapped around a bit to touch at her stomach. Slowly, his thumbs snaked their way up her body, pressing into muscles along her side and front as he went.
She couldn't help the involuntary reaction she had to throw her head back and moan softly, and Isaac took the opportunity to use this revealed space to massage the area around her breasts. He wasn't specifically going straight for her breasts or her nipples though, instead what he did was move his hands up, pushing her breasts a bit as he moved over them, and he just did this continually in different directions. At this point, he knew it was less about easing her soreness and more just touching her as much as possible to be able to watch her writhe in pleasure. Sure enough, these gentle ministrations had her trembling, her fingers curling on his back as if to get a better grip there. She wasn't sure just how much more she could take of this. Already she could feel her hips pressing harder into Isaac's, something that Isaac met with an appreciative groan.
"I-Isaac I--."
Here she cut herself off, and he could see that she was once again biting at her bottom lip in a way that sent a tremor of arousal through him. He wanted to keep drawing this out though, so even though he was positive that he knew what she was going to say, he couldn't help teasing just a little. Bringing a hand up to let his fingers lightly touch at her mouth, he murmured huskily to her.
"You what?"
Opening her mouth a little, Isaac felt her hot breath on his fingers, and he couldn't help pressing his finger in a little. Not enough to impede her speech, but enough to start wetting his finger. This action just made it take longer for Kyrie to make her response though while her lust-bidden brain fought with her embarrassment. It was the lust that ultimately won out though, and she made a soft whimper.
"I... I want more than just a massage..."
With that said, she took his finger in her mouth, closing her eyes and sucking, and Isaac was practically seeing stars with how much he wanted to indulge her desire.
He didn't quite move to carnal acts though, instead he shifted their position.
Closing up Kyrie's notebook, he put it up on the nightstand before easing her dress over her hips to get it off her body. Now they were both only clad in their underwear, and Isaac moved away from the edge of the bed to sit up against the headboard. Pulling her up and into his lap once more, this time he sat her facing away from him, so that when his arms wrapped around her once again he had easy access to everything on the front of her body.
Slowly his hands moved further down, and when his hands breached the thin cloth of Kyrie's underwear he both heard and felt her take in a sudden breath. His hands didn't immediately go for her sex, though, instead they trailed along the contours of her leg, stretching her underwear as his hand glided along the supple skin found there. Kyrie's chest was moving quickly now from arousal, and Isaac felt like she was completely at his mercy.
Lightly pushing where her legs met her torso on both sides of her sex, Kyrie once again let out a soft gasp as she squirmed against him, trying to get away from that touch. He moved away from pushing on that thanks to her body language, but he did move his hands inward, pushing together the outer reaches of her sex. This earned him another little sound from his lover, and he trembled a bit from the stimulation she was giving him from just her sounds and body language: she was just so damn sexy, and so sexy only for him. None of the other members of the house likely had any inkling that she could be such a sensual creature and it pleased him to no end that he did.
Letting his hands stray down her legs, he continued to watch her chest as her breath hitched before the steady movement of her breathing continued. His eyes flickered to the small box on the nightstand for a moment, and he considered digging into it and pulling out what was inside. But no... As lovely as it would be to see it on her while they did this, he didn't want to interrupt their momentum.
So to that end, his hands continued to wander her body: he pushed up at her chest again, he slid down along her sides, he slid along her thighs, though after all that, his hands ended up coming to rest in her underwear again. Both of his hands were massaging at her sex now, not penetrating, just touching. His fingers pinched and pushed at the outer folds, and every time one of his fingers brushed up against her clit it would become very obvious: Kyrie would twitch something fierce and let out a gasp each time he got near it.
As Isaac continued his motions, he noticed that Kyrie's legs were spread further apart than they were when they'd started. The more pleasured she was, the more relaxed she seemed to be, and the more she opened up her body to him. It felt so good to have her in his arms again, and overcome with the urge to effectively claim her, he latched on to the base of her neck, sucking there until he left a bright red mark. The sight of this mark appealed to him so much, that when his lips caressed another spot he wasted no time in creating another.
Kyrie was panting hard now from Isaac's movements, and her arms blindly reached up until she was loosely wrapped around him; mostly what this did was stretch out her body even more to him though, putting her on display, in effect. Their pace was so much slower this evening, but Kyrie had to admit that she quite liked it. Instead of the sudden push of arousal and release, this was more extended and drawn out; it was a longer period of titillation that left her feeling good for more time.
One of Isaac's hands stopped his motions down below, but Kyrie hardly noticed because his other hand was still very active. He used this time to pull Kyrie's underwear down and off her body, so for a couple moments she had to bring her legs together again to get the material off, but she immediately went to spread her legs again once he tossed her underwear to the side. Usually she needed a bit more coaxing to get over her shyness, and Isaac swelled with delight to think that it must be because she'd missed him so much.
Shifting so that he could take off his own underwear, Kyrie let out a soft moan once she felt his erection pressing up against her back. Now that they were both completely naked, Isaac pulled Kyrie back in close and both of his hands returned to his massaging. It was more arousing this time though, because she could feel the heat of Isaac's erection more clearly against her now. Perhaps it was just her, but she also felt like the motions of his hands had gotten more intense? There was still no penetration happening, but there was more power and purpose behind his movements: at least, it felt that way to Kyrie. Even though one of his hands would occasionally wander around her body, it would always come back to her sex.
All of Isaac's actions had been arousing to her so far, but now Kyrie felt like her body was reacting even more. His fingers would occasionally slide along the entrance to her sex, and it was much slicker now than it had been earlier. When his hand would travel up along her body, he would spread that moisture around. The smell of sex became overpowering to Kyrie, and her moans became more frequent as her body trembled in want.
Isaac could easily see this change in his lover, and he pulled her further into him, continuing to mark up anything on her torso that he could reach with their current position. He loved how he could get her to move in arousal, and he could easily do this to her all day if he was ever given the chance. Sure he was aroused as well, and even though he wanted to satisfy that, cognitively just watching Kyrie was enough for him. Still, he knew that would be almost cruel of him, to tease forever with no promise of release. He would help her get to that expression of ecstasy that he so loved and he'd certainly enjoy it in the process.
Wanting to be able to see her expressions as he made love to her, he once again turned her to face him, and she gazed up at him with eyes hazed over with pleasure. When he set her back down on his lap, he set her down so that his erection was between her legs now. The moment she felt that immense heat emanating from between her thighs, she let out a gasping moan, her hands gripping Isaac's shoulders while her expression filled with ecstasy. Damn, she was just so irresistible... Isaac's hands smoothly moved to spread her sex open for him, and when he pressed the tip of his erection up against her sex, he made a low moan of his own that was echoed by Kyrie.
Slowly Isaac began to push himself in, and as he did this, his hands moved away from their union to travel up her back again. He kept her a little away from him though, because he wanted to watch as her body moved in response to his motions.
Once he'd gotten the tip inside of her, it was an easy slide to get the rest of him in her, and even though he wasn't thrusting into her after this initial push, Kyrie's body was practically twitching with pleasure. Giving her lips a soft, brief kiss, he then turned his attention to her breasts to start marking those up as he began to move. Her hands dug into his hair, pulling him against her while she moaned out her approval, and her hips moved in time with Isaac's. Isaac was going slow, with the same tempo that he'd been exploring her with the entire evening, but Kyrie could feel her arousal building nonetheless.
She'd already been exposed to so much stimulation that if felt like she was at the same point that she would be if he had been pounding into her for the past few minutes. Her body smoothly gyrated in time with his movements as her moans came more freely now. Once again her arms were tightening around him, but she didn't try to spur them into an increased pace. No... This was the speed that they were going and she was going to stick with it: it was more of an experience that way.
"Kyrie..."
Her name was murmured sensually into her ear and the breathlessness with which he said it told Kyrie that it was little more than an expression of love for her as they moved together. In response Kyrie smushed her cheek up against his as she let out her own breathless word.
"Isaac..."
This tender little exchange set them both off, because Isaac let out an almost mangled grunt as his body spilled his release into his lover. Sure enough, this triggered the chain in Kyrie, and Isaac watched as she let out a much more uninhibited sound than Isaac had made while her body stretched out against him.
Isaac's hands were sensually rubbing at Kyrie's back as the two of them came down from their high, and it kept a soft buzz of pleasure present in the both of them despite the fact that he was softening inside of her and her breathing was finally slowing. Isaac let out an immensely satisfied sigh as his hands moved to pull Kyrie in for another passionate kiss. When the kiss broke, he stayed close to her face, lightly kissing her cheek as he spoke his piece.
"I love you."
"And I love you."
Kyrie's arms held him in a loose hug as she nuzzled the side of his face, and she couldn't help but bask in the feeling. Everything about this just felt so good; she was in the arms of the man she loved and she felt on top of the world right now. Kyrie's eyes were closing as she leaned against Isaac, but Isaac was shifting around. Thinking he was just going to change positions, Kyrie didn't pay it any mind, at least, not until he gently pushed her away a little.
A bit confused, her eyes opened just in time to feel something cold drop against her chest. Letting out a sharp gasp, she looked down only to find herself completely speechless. There against her chest was a simple silver open heart on a silver chain, a modest little piece of jewelry. For a moment she couldn't even believe what she was seeing, staring at it with a kind of dumb wonder as her hand went to touch it and confirm that it was indeed real. She never thought in a million years that she would ever own a piece of jewelry. Sure it was nothing compared to those owned by Jiera and even Mae, but to Kyrie this was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Looking up at Isaac with her eyes still wide with disbelief, Isaac smiled to see her shock.
"This is what I got for you in the Dominion. … Do you like it?"
There was a bit of anxiety in his tone: to be honest he had struggled over whether he should try to bring something back for Kyrie. If she ever really wanted something all she had to do was ask Mae, and so long as it was reasonable the lady of the house was likely to supply it. Still, Isaac had wanted to try and find something for Kyrie, something that she would always have with her that would remind her of him.
He'd resigned himself to not getting her anything until one of the other slaves put down that simple silver necklace at the card table. There was betting that went on in some of the slave card games, but it usually wasn't any real unique wealth. The Dominion outfitted their slaves fairly well (the better adorned the slave was, the better off the family was is the mentality), so what the slaves ended up doing was putting down bits and pieces of their outfit. It meant that jewelry and accessories got passed around between people all the time, regardless of whether they were male or female. So long as they played the card games, their stuff would travel. It had been too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Had it been worth it though?
Kyrie had turned down to look at the little heart again as she gently twisted it between two fingers. Isaac just couldn't see her expression, and his heart began to clench with nervousness. When she looked back up at him though, there was a big smile on her face and he could see moisture present in her eyes.
"I love it."
Here she reached up to the side of his face so that she could angle him towards her, and then she proceeded to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. Every fiber of his being swelled with love for Kyrie and his hands linked up behind her to pull her in for a close hug.
"You can't imagine how happy I am to hear that."
Kissing the side of her face now, Kyrie was still admiring her new necklace, rolling it around in her hand as she shifted in his lap to lean comfortably against Isaac with her back to his chest. Isaac slid one of his hands up her body now that they were in this position, and Kyrie made another little sound as Isaac rested his hand underneath where her necklace would lay. Leaning in to kiss Kyrie's neck, Kyrie found that she was still sensitive enough for that to send a tremor through her, and this resulted in the necklace falling to hit the back of Isaac's hand.
Fingering the necklace himself for a moment, it felt good to see her wearing something that he'd given her.
"It looks good on you."
This was murmured softly into Kyrie's ear before Isaac let her necklace go and slid his hand back down to rest alongside his other one, once again pulling her in close. Nuzzling into Isaac's cheek, Kyrie couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the love that she had for this man behind her.
"Thank you, Isaac."
He let out a soft hum of his own before kissing her head. Isaac really was the one that could make her feel the most comfortable in this house, and Kyrie wouldn't trade that for the world.