Brooklyn's Heart
"Three Little Words"
CH 14
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Spot laid Kayla down softly on the bed. It was a king sized four-poster bed, fit big enough to suit royals. The sheets were of jet- black color, the material made out of the finest silk. A fine-polished desk set in the corner of the room, with a large dresser on the other side. Kayla was indeed surprised to find Spot had this kind of stuff in his room, and voiced her question to him about how he got it all. Spot just mumbled something about 'having his ways.'
After looking around the room for a bit, Kayla was brought back to realty when she felt more happening to herself than before. Spot had been kissing her on her collarbone, loving the way it felt, warm and soft. But, Spot soon found he wanted to feel more skin like this and smoothly ran his hands down Kayla's sides and grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Spot looked down, and his eyes turned a dark, gleaming blue. He now understood that Kayla's upper body was his favorite part of her. Her sizzling hot neck, where her pulse would quicken with everything he did to her; her chest, the perfect and most desirable size, and, of course, her stomach. Showings of a small six-pack was evident there, it clearly showed Kayla was athletic and fit, (-smirk-) fit enough to be his one and only girl.
He came down and began nuzzling her stomach; he didn't believe he should administer his pleasures to her chest just yet and left her under top well alone. Instead he played with her flat but strong abdomen and began kissing her there.
Kayla was in a daze. Yes, she had guys before in her life, she was sixteen, but good god, never, not one of them had made her felt this way. True, she had always stopped things before they went to far, but...good god...the things he was doing to her senses. Kayla remembered the guys she had known in this way and the way that she always stopped them.
Wait.
The fact that she had always stopped them, made her freeze. 'We shouldn't be doing this, she thought. We should- we should stop. It'd be different between us afterwards. It wasn't- uh.....it wasn't what they should be doing....it was going too fast. Yea that was it, Kayla thought.
She lifted her head and pushed Spot off herself. She quickly got out of bed, and dashed to the other side of the room, and stood against the door, panting loudly. She stared at her feet and wished at that moment she had her shirt on and not just her bra and pants. After a few minutes she risked a glance and looked at Spot.
His legs were in front of him, and he was leaning back on his hands, sitting on the bed. His chest was heaving in and out, taking in ragged breaths of air. He was looking at her confused and somewhat irritated. Spot didn't understand; everything was going great and then she was all the way across the room from him. That was too far. Errr.
"What's wrong?"
Kayla nervously looked around then quickly glanced at him then away. Her hands were wringed behind her back, looking like a little child that got caught being bad. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, but her eyes were wide and cold.
"Pretty face, tell me what's wrong." He repeated his question, this time as a demand. When she only continued to stare at him wordlessly, those huge eyes of hers filled with emotions he couldn't read, he swore and crossed the room, grabbing her more roughly then he had intended in his frustration.
"Spot, you are hurting me." Her voice was soft, trembling, and he swore again as he moved his grip and recognized the signs of forming bruises on her small wrists.
"I'm sorry." He immediately gentled his hold, rubbed his hands softly up and down her slender tanned arms. "I'm sorry, Baby. I don't want to hurt you." He switched his gaze from the marks to her honey eyes.
"I know that."
The words were even softer; he had to strain to hear her. She worried her lip as she continued to look up at him. "I know you do not want to, but I am afraid that you will anyway."
They stood there, staring into each other's eyes. Minutes, hours, years, Spot wasn't sure how much time had passed, and he really didn't care. There was something about this fiery girl, about her blazing spirit, and fragile body that called to him in ways he hadn't thought possible. It made him want to say things, promise things, that he had never offered another. Three words, short in length but infinite in their meaning, were on the tip of his tongue when she shivered and shattered the spell.
The tiny movement broke him free before he said those three words, and he shook his head, like a dog shaking off raindrops, to rid his mind of the mist that filled it.
"We can not do this Spot."
"What?" Spot wasn't getting this. They belonged to each other, why couldn't they do this? "What are you talking about?" He reached for her, but she slipped free of his frail grip and backed away from him. As her eyes met his again, a single emotion jumped out at him. Kayla was frightened. Not just nervous of going to bed with him. She was absolutely frightened. He didn't know what had brought on her current state, but he couldn't leave her like this. He swiftly switched tactics as she moved away.
"I cannot do this. We um...I can't."
"Can't what? Make love?"
Kayla looked up sharply at him but immediately averted her eyes down again. She quietly mumbled, "I can't get hoit." It was said so quietly, Spot moved forward to hear her.
Get hurt?
Inside, Spot's heart almost broke, hearing the vulnerable confession, but at the same time he smiled. He shook his head back and forth, not truly believing what she said. "Baby, Baby. Ya won'ts get hoit. I'se would never. And it cin be wonderful." He reached forward and placed her hands in his, even though she tried to back out of his hold. "Baby, it could be amazing between us, we'd be even closer than we are now."
He gently lifted her chin up so she could see his eyes. He looked at her pleadingly but swirling in those deep eyes was hunger, sympathy and...love. Kayla tried backing up when she saw those intense eyes but Spot hade move his other arm so he was holding her to him. Her mouth was open in shock and she gasped. The look in his eyes was pure and they sent shivers down her body.
Spot closed his eyes momentarily, shaking his head back and forth. He rested his forehead on hers and whispered,
"Please Kayla."
She backed her head away from his and gasped. He had never said her name before, not once. It was always 'pretty face' or 'Baby', never her real name. And when he said it so earnestly, how could she not say 'no' to him.
He will hurt you.
The little voice in her head objected. Kayla dropped her head in defeat. It was right, she would get hurt; if not physically, then emotionally. He'd leave her just like the rest did. She couldn't trust anyone, which was what she learned through out her young life. Don't get close to anyone, and you wont get hurt. She couldn't give Spot what he wanted, for Kayla would get hurt in the process. If she got that close, she'd put all her trust in him then...he'd dump like all the other girls. She couldn't...she just...she wouldn't-
"Kayla..don't you see?"
He slowly leaned his head down and whispered brokenly, "I love you."
Kayla gasped. She looked up shocked, her mouth open. She didn't expect that one. 'Yes, I care about you', or 'This could be great'. Anything but that did she expect.
Ever since she became alone, a small ache had sprouted in her being, deep within herself. And through out her years, it had been gradually growing, making her life even harder to bare. At times, the pain would be so excruciating that Kayla couldn't breath. But ever since she met Spot, the hurting seemed to lessen, or she didn't notice it as much. Though, not everything thing in life was perfect. With Spot around her though, the pain didn't completely go away. Whenever they would try to bring up her past, or Kayla would think Spot was going to leave, the pain would spring up and almost knock Kayla over breathless.
But with those three words the ache she was feeling moments before disappeared entirely.
Those three little words broke the barrier around her heart, the stone wall that she had built to protect herself from pain. She knew now the truth, and knew he wouldn't leave her. Those three words meant more to Kayla than thirty years of sweet sayings, sweet deeds, even more sweet than a lover could do in a lifetime. For, deep inside, Kayla knew she loved him as well.
She stood there unmoving, her hands still clasped in his, with her mouth hung opened wide. Once those words thoroughly sunk into her mind, Kayla shut her eyes tight with a small number of unshed tears sliding down her cheeks. And little by little, a smile crept up upon her pink lips, and she slowly shook her head a couple of times. With her eyes still shut, she whispered blissfully, "Do you truly love me?"
Spot smiled also, and gripped her hands firmer. He himself had expected a different reaction. He predicted she would pull away in fear, not fully believing him. On its on accord, his hand found its way up to her cheek and slowly began brushing the softness it found there. As he did so, Kayla's eyes opened gradually till tears feel freely down her face and he said slowly, "Yes. More than you know. Never once have I felt this way before about a goil. I knew you were different the moment I first saw you. I do love you."
Kayla hastily swiped her tears away with the back of her hand, smiling, and then threw her self in Spot's arms that immediately welcomed her. Spot laughed and twirled her around in his strong arms, placing butterfly kisses wherever his lips found a part of her, whispering, "I love you," over and over again. Kayla laughed as well, tightening her hold of him, feeling truly in bliss.
Once Kayla was put safely on the ground, she forcefully pulled Spot down to her and kissed him hard. Spot immediately complied, wrapping his arms around her bare stomach, loving the feeling of her in his hold. He licked her bottom lip before biting it softly, then entered her mouth, and as his tongue dueled with hers, both became lost in their frenzy.
A low moan was muffled between their mouths when Spot began roaming her back up and down with his hands, sending electricity through out her body, sizzling her beyond senseless. She buried her hands in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, dragging him even closer to herself till she realized she wanted to feel him also. As fast as she could muster in her shacking state, she dashed her hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his head, breaking their kiss for a moment. They darted back return to each other's mouth breathless, their hands exploring each other yet again.
Spot backed Kayla to the extensive bed, pushing her gently, before stretching himself over her laying form. Their zealous explorations continued as soon as their bodies made contact. Kayla ran her fingers down his back and across his chest, feeling his well-built muscles clench as she dragged her hands across them.
Spot's lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, nipping lightly. After a moment, he collected all his will power, and pulled away till he could look her in the eyes. He smiled his bedazzling smile, making Kayla go even limper in his arms and whispered,
"I love you Kayla...now let me show you."
Leaning forward he placed a warm, lingering kiss on her lips sending all his desire, and love into that kiss, making it tender and gentle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss, deepening it briefly but before the passion could be raised she pulled his face away and whispered back,
"Show me."
And he did.
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"Three Little Words"
CH 14
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Spot laid Kayla down softly on the bed. It was a king sized four-poster bed, fit big enough to suit royals. The sheets were of jet- black color, the material made out of the finest silk. A fine-polished desk set in the corner of the room, with a large dresser on the other side. Kayla was indeed surprised to find Spot had this kind of stuff in his room, and voiced her question to him about how he got it all. Spot just mumbled something about 'having his ways.'
After looking around the room for a bit, Kayla was brought back to realty when she felt more happening to herself than before. Spot had been kissing her on her collarbone, loving the way it felt, warm and soft. But, Spot soon found he wanted to feel more skin like this and smoothly ran his hands down Kayla's sides and grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Spot looked down, and his eyes turned a dark, gleaming blue. He now understood that Kayla's upper body was his favorite part of her. Her sizzling hot neck, where her pulse would quicken with everything he did to her; her chest, the perfect and most desirable size, and, of course, her stomach. Showings of a small six-pack was evident there, it clearly showed Kayla was athletic and fit, (-smirk-) fit enough to be his one and only girl.
He came down and began nuzzling her stomach; he didn't believe he should administer his pleasures to her chest just yet and left her under top well alone. Instead he played with her flat but strong abdomen and began kissing her there.
Kayla was in a daze. Yes, she had guys before in her life, she was sixteen, but good god, never, not one of them had made her felt this way. True, she had always stopped things before they went to far, but...good god...the things he was doing to her senses. Kayla remembered the guys she had known in this way and the way that she always stopped them.
Wait.
The fact that she had always stopped them, made her freeze. 'We shouldn't be doing this, she thought. We should- we should stop. It'd be different between us afterwards. It wasn't- uh.....it wasn't what they should be doing....it was going too fast. Yea that was it, Kayla thought.
She lifted her head and pushed Spot off herself. She quickly got out of bed, and dashed to the other side of the room, and stood against the door, panting loudly. She stared at her feet and wished at that moment she had her shirt on and not just her bra and pants. After a few minutes she risked a glance and looked at Spot.
His legs were in front of him, and he was leaning back on his hands, sitting on the bed. His chest was heaving in and out, taking in ragged breaths of air. He was looking at her confused and somewhat irritated. Spot didn't understand; everything was going great and then she was all the way across the room from him. That was too far. Errr.
"What's wrong?"
Kayla nervously looked around then quickly glanced at him then away. Her hands were wringed behind her back, looking like a little child that got caught being bad. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, but her eyes were wide and cold.
"Pretty face, tell me what's wrong." He repeated his question, this time as a demand. When she only continued to stare at him wordlessly, those huge eyes of hers filled with emotions he couldn't read, he swore and crossed the room, grabbing her more roughly then he had intended in his frustration.
"Spot, you are hurting me." Her voice was soft, trembling, and he swore again as he moved his grip and recognized the signs of forming bruises on her small wrists.
"I'm sorry." He immediately gentled his hold, rubbed his hands softly up and down her slender tanned arms. "I'm sorry, Baby. I don't want to hurt you." He switched his gaze from the marks to her honey eyes.
"I know that."
The words were even softer; he had to strain to hear her. She worried her lip as she continued to look up at him. "I know you do not want to, but I am afraid that you will anyway."
They stood there, staring into each other's eyes. Minutes, hours, years, Spot wasn't sure how much time had passed, and he really didn't care. There was something about this fiery girl, about her blazing spirit, and fragile body that called to him in ways he hadn't thought possible. It made him want to say things, promise things, that he had never offered another. Three words, short in length but infinite in their meaning, were on the tip of his tongue when she shivered and shattered the spell.
The tiny movement broke him free before he said those three words, and he shook his head, like a dog shaking off raindrops, to rid his mind of the mist that filled it.
"We can not do this Spot."
"What?" Spot wasn't getting this. They belonged to each other, why couldn't they do this? "What are you talking about?" He reached for her, but she slipped free of his frail grip and backed away from him. As her eyes met his again, a single emotion jumped out at him. Kayla was frightened. Not just nervous of going to bed with him. She was absolutely frightened. He didn't know what had brought on her current state, but he couldn't leave her like this. He swiftly switched tactics as she moved away.
"I cannot do this. We um...I can't."
"Can't what? Make love?"
Kayla looked up sharply at him but immediately averted her eyes down again. She quietly mumbled, "I can't get hoit." It was said so quietly, Spot moved forward to hear her.
Get hurt?
Inside, Spot's heart almost broke, hearing the vulnerable confession, but at the same time he smiled. He shook his head back and forth, not truly believing what she said. "Baby, Baby. Ya won'ts get hoit. I'se would never. And it cin be wonderful." He reached forward and placed her hands in his, even though she tried to back out of his hold. "Baby, it could be amazing between us, we'd be even closer than we are now."
He gently lifted her chin up so she could see his eyes. He looked at her pleadingly but swirling in those deep eyes was hunger, sympathy and...love. Kayla tried backing up when she saw those intense eyes but Spot hade move his other arm so he was holding her to him. Her mouth was open in shock and she gasped. The look in his eyes was pure and they sent shivers down her body.
Spot closed his eyes momentarily, shaking his head back and forth. He rested his forehead on hers and whispered,
"Please Kayla."
She backed her head away from his and gasped. He had never said her name before, not once. It was always 'pretty face' or 'Baby', never her real name. And when he said it so earnestly, how could she not say 'no' to him.
He will hurt you.
The little voice in her head objected. Kayla dropped her head in defeat. It was right, she would get hurt; if not physically, then emotionally. He'd leave her just like the rest did. She couldn't trust anyone, which was what she learned through out her young life. Don't get close to anyone, and you wont get hurt. She couldn't give Spot what he wanted, for Kayla would get hurt in the process. If she got that close, she'd put all her trust in him then...he'd dump like all the other girls. She couldn't...she just...she wouldn't-
"Kayla..don't you see?"
He slowly leaned his head down and whispered brokenly, "I love you."
Kayla gasped. She looked up shocked, her mouth open. She didn't expect that one. 'Yes, I care about you', or 'This could be great'. Anything but that did she expect.
Ever since she became alone, a small ache had sprouted in her being, deep within herself. And through out her years, it had been gradually growing, making her life even harder to bare. At times, the pain would be so excruciating that Kayla couldn't breath. But ever since she met Spot, the hurting seemed to lessen, or she didn't notice it as much. Though, not everything thing in life was perfect. With Spot around her though, the pain didn't completely go away. Whenever they would try to bring up her past, or Kayla would think Spot was going to leave, the pain would spring up and almost knock Kayla over breathless.
But with those three words the ache she was feeling moments before disappeared entirely.
Those three little words broke the barrier around her heart, the stone wall that she had built to protect herself from pain. She knew now the truth, and knew he wouldn't leave her. Those three words meant more to Kayla than thirty years of sweet sayings, sweet deeds, even more sweet than a lover could do in a lifetime. For, deep inside, Kayla knew she loved him as well.
She stood there unmoving, her hands still clasped in his, with her mouth hung opened wide. Once those words thoroughly sunk into her mind, Kayla shut her eyes tight with a small number of unshed tears sliding down her cheeks. And little by little, a smile crept up upon her pink lips, and she slowly shook her head a couple of times. With her eyes still shut, she whispered blissfully, "Do you truly love me?"
Spot smiled also, and gripped her hands firmer. He himself had expected a different reaction. He predicted she would pull away in fear, not fully believing him. On its on accord, his hand found its way up to her cheek and slowly began brushing the softness it found there. As he did so, Kayla's eyes opened gradually till tears feel freely down her face and he said slowly, "Yes. More than you know. Never once have I felt this way before about a goil. I knew you were different the moment I first saw you. I do love you."
Kayla hastily swiped her tears away with the back of her hand, smiling, and then threw her self in Spot's arms that immediately welcomed her. Spot laughed and twirled her around in his strong arms, placing butterfly kisses wherever his lips found a part of her, whispering, "I love you," over and over again. Kayla laughed as well, tightening her hold of him, feeling truly in bliss.
Once Kayla was put safely on the ground, she forcefully pulled Spot down to her and kissed him hard. Spot immediately complied, wrapping his arms around her bare stomach, loving the feeling of her in his hold. He licked her bottom lip before biting it softly, then entered her mouth, and as his tongue dueled with hers, both became lost in their frenzy.
A low moan was muffled between their mouths when Spot began roaming her back up and down with his hands, sending electricity through out her body, sizzling her beyond senseless. She buried her hands in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, dragging him even closer to herself till she realized she wanted to feel him also. As fast as she could muster in her shacking state, she dashed her hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his head, breaking their kiss for a moment. They darted back return to each other's mouth breathless, their hands exploring each other yet again.
Spot backed Kayla to the extensive bed, pushing her gently, before stretching himself over her laying form. Their zealous explorations continued as soon as their bodies made contact. Kayla ran her fingers down his back and across his chest, feeling his well-built muscles clench as she dragged her hands across them.
Spot's lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, nipping lightly. After a moment, he collected all his will power, and pulled away till he could look her in the eyes. He smiled his bedazzling smile, making Kayla go even limper in his arms and whispered,
"I love you Kayla...now let me show you."
Leaning forward he placed a warm, lingering kiss on her lips sending all his desire, and love into that kiss, making it tender and gentle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss, deepening it briefly but before the passion could be raised she pulled his face away and whispered back,
"Show me."
And he did.
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Review.
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