"I agree, we should call each other partner." He smiled and pinned her hands above her head again. "See? Partners now. Was that so difficult?"

"It was. It's scary." Nyla looked up at his smile with serious eyes. "Maybe not as scary now that the moment has passed."

"Scary to put words to something we are already doing anyway?" Zevran stroked her arms, drawing his hands down the sides of her body as he sat up. Nyla looked too rattled for him to feel good playing the way he had been. "What is scary, Nyla?"

"What does the change mean to you? What does it mean for us? What changes? No no, please don't back away it's making me nervous." She reached toward him and he stopped climbing off of her. "I just… don't want to guess my way through this . I don't want to unintentionally believe something is explicit when it's not. I don't want to unwittingly cross your boundaries. I'm just… I want us to be good together. To each other. I don't want to muddle my way through trying to be with you under the context of partners."

"Nyla." Zevran chuckled. "You are talking in circles. Let me lay next to you, I'm not walking away."

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I got so scared… I mean-" She blushed bright red. "Damn, Zevran I haven't had anyone this close to me since… since I lost everything."

"Oh?" He sat up on his knees, retrieved a hair band from around his wrist, haphazardly pulling his hair up and wrapping it into a messy bun. "Calling me your partner brings me closer, and as such, one step closer to losing me?" Curling up next to her, he pulled her close.

Nyla felt like she was about to cry and she raised her palms to press against her eyes. She hated crying. Nobody wanted to see that, and it didn't stop once she got going; she sighed deeply.

"Nyla? What is this, with the palms?" He kissed her shoulder and wrapped an arm snug around her waist. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing. Just give me a moment." Her voice quivered, she breathed slowly and deeply, looking at him when she felt like she could keep her shit together. Nyla could see the concern in his eyes, expression soft; she felt safer. "Your hair is in a bun."

"Yes." He chuckled, "I am laying here next to you, I am yours, and my hair is in a bun." Her face was red, her eyes were glassy, and her smile was real. "So, let's figure it out together, my Waitress. What is different now that I am your boyfriend."

"Can I request the bun anytime I want?" She smiled with a mischievous giggle.

"Sure." He smirked, wondering if she was going to get over the bun, or if he was going to have to take it down in order to have her full attention.

"I guess more freedom to touch? I hold myself back a lot." She smiled and nudged more tightly against him with playful exaggeration, still refraining from wrapping herself around him. "Okay how about you?"

"Hmm… free to text each other whenever we want, for whatever reason, at any time."

"Really? You find yourself wanting to talk to me often?" Nyla smiled. "Now I don't have to keep my phone in the microwave."

"AHA! That is why Nyla keeps her phone in the microwave!" Zevran rolled onto his back, curling up with laughter. "You were trying not to text me since before I tattooed you, Nyla!"

"Well you stopped seeing fuck buddies since the night you tattooed me." She smiled at him in her embarrassment. "I shouldn't know that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay that you went through my phone, Nyla. There is nothing i wish to hide. Except the Leliana thing." He stilled, lying next to her, their arms touching, and he laced his fingers with hers. How did it feel so perfect with her? Why did it feel like everything he had ever wanted was right there next to him? It was beautifully confusing; all it took was one person and the way they made you feel, and all was right with the world. How does this make sense?

"Well, I took this day off to be with you… we have a whole day. Where would you like to start?" Nyla rolled over and straddled him. It was a bit too hot, desires too strong. She groaned and rolled off of him. "Why are you so sexy?"

"Nyla." Zevran chuckled. "Why do I get an erection every time you talk or come near me? One of life's mysteries."

He rolled on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around him; it was torture. "I want to see what my girlfriend would do if she were home alone."

"Excellent. Come on to the living room. You and your… man bun." She patted his ass and they hopped up, and he followed her. Nyla immediately flopped onto her bean bag chair, limbs spread lazily outward, a contented smile on her face. "This is exactly- no, wait." She grabbed her Xbox controller and turned on her Skinny Puppy and ogRe mix. "Okay, this is exactly what I would do right now if you weren't here. What would you do, if you were at home right now? Would your hair be in a bun?"

"Probably." He began his routine of gentle stretches. "First warm up, and then yoga."

"Oh lord please don't do yoga in front of me with a bun and in your boxer briefs. I literally can't." She sighed, staring at his muscular thighs as he grabbed his ankle, pulling his leg backward until his toes touched the back of his head. He smiled at her from his upside down vantage point. "Zevran… Oh my god. Why is this happening to me?"

"You should join me to distract yourself from your ravenous desires." He spoke wryly with a chuckle. "Or act upon them," he added with a shrug. She hopped up and began mirroring his moves to the best of her ability.

"Now I'm just watching you more intently." Nyla laughed nervously. "This isn't helping."

"Same, Nyla." He had to focus more on his breathing as her body elongated, her arms in the air, t-shirt lifting enough to see smooth enticing skin that needed to be caressed. "Your legs are too long. Sexy. This is going to get embarrassing for me if I do not focus on other things."

"It's not that much easier for me. And your hair is in a bun."

"Nyla, it is easier for you. I start tenting things, you just start to feel a little slippery."

"A little? Goes to show what you know."

"Watching you stretch as you talk about how excessively wet you become is not helping my stretching."

"Would you say this is sexy, annoying, or fun?"

"All three, for sure." He answered seriously. "I only want to stretch today, maybe not the whole, sweaty hour and a half rigamarole." He bent over, palms and heels flat on the floor.

"Why not? Have you got something else in mind to do?" Nyla couldn't mirror him so she grabbed her ankles.

"You." He breathed deeply, lowering from his downward dog position, onto his hands and knees for a cat stretch. "That didn't come out right."

"It came out fine." She stopped stretching and stared, sitting cross-legged in front of him; her heart was pounding. He lowered his chest to the carpet, straightened his legs, and lifted his upper body with his palms. Every bit of him was sexy, the way he moved, holding himself to hover just above the floor with sculpted arms. His eyes were closed, head bent back, and he breathed deeply.

Peaceful, beautiful, his hair almost dry from his shower, she regretted Zevran was wearing a shirt. She just wanted to kiss him, touch him all over. Mind spinning with desire and nerves, unsure of how to move forward, she let some of it out. "Holy mother fucking god… sexual tension Zevran, this is ridiculous."

"Mmm?" He opened his eyes and blinked a few times to focus on her. He was trying to stretch, center, focus, and then his girlfriend started talking about sex again, but it sounded like she was hurting. He sat in front of her. "I'm listening."

"I… I like the way you dropped what you were doing to pay attention to me like that. Especially when your hair is in a bun."

"Of course, Nyla." He tilted his head at her, wondering how she could imagine he would do anything else. When his girlfriend sounded distressed, it fucking mattered above all else; he hoped that one day she would learn that. Mildly irritated with her fixation on his hair he reached up, and pulled at the elastic holding it in place, and his hair cascaded down onto his shoulders.

"Daaamn... " Nyla sighed in disappointment and lust beholding golden hair splayed over muscular shoulders. "Shit." She licked her lips and cleared her throat, and managed to pull her shit together. "Zev, does it seems odd to you that we would establish ourselves as a couple, get ourselves so worked up, and then not express our desires in some way?"

"Yes it does seem odd, but I do not have to understand your boundaries in order to respect them."

"Thank you." Nyla tilted her head at him and felt soft; a pleasant accompaniment to her turn-on. "Zev, all I know is 'ready' and 'not ready'... for some things I am ready. I don't know how to um… just get what I'm wanting without getting something I don't want. For example, if I wanted to have you in my mouth and that was it. The thing is, Zev… oh my god why are you taking your shirt off now?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"It's too hot." He smirked at her, and rested his elbow on his thigh, propping his chin on the heel of his palm. "Go on."

"The thing is, I haven't had many lovers because I don't know how to just naturally end up with what I want and I'm trying something different right now, which is, to speak what I want. As opposed to not trying to get it just because I'm afraid you would think I'm ready for something I'm not. I don't know why I'm like this."

"Zevran is not confused. You need to love me before we can bang. This seems rational. Many people are like this."

"No, that's not it. We need to love each other. That we both feel it is the important part."

"Of course, Nyla." Looking away, Zevran bit his lip nervously, Zevran is waiting for you to catch up. When he looked back to her eyes, she was looking at him. Eyes flicking all over him, then back to his lips, and he was enjoying her. "Is there more you wish to say?"

"Yes." Nyla licked her lips and sighed. "For the sake of my sanity, we need to move the boundary, make it explicit, so I can see you fucking naked, and blow you."

"So what you are saying is, hands and mouths, no fucking." He spoke patiently, watching her melt beneath his smouldering stare.

"Yes. And I don't mean like, now now, I mean, when it comes up. Like if… Like if the feeling is there and..." she forgot what she was saying as he leaned back, resting his palms behind him on the floor. He was on display, it was gorgeous; the feeling was there.

"Make your move, Nyla." Zevran smiled with a shrug, teasing her, watching her blush, watching him with a serious and predatory stare.

"You cocky son of a bitch." She whispered with a smile. "You did that on purpose."

I am going to draw this! Zevran thought gleefully as she moved to her hands and knees, crawling the short distance to him with her smile; canines flashing and eyes so hungry. Zevran chuckled and she was on top of him, pushing his shoulders back until he was flat on the floor.

"What's so funny?" Nyla spoke playfully, straddling him, sitting up and taking her shirt off, glad she had been in the mood for her matching black lace bra and panties today.

Immediately his eyes went wide and his hands grazed the smooth flesh of her belly and sides. Nyla had the look of a woman who was enjoying showing herself, and his desire flared. "Eres muy bella. Beautiful. Perfect."

Her response was to move her hips and bite her lip, fingers splayed and running down his chest, they hooked into the waistband of his briefs. Zevran sat up and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her to unclasp her bra with a quick snap of his fingers. One hand squeezing her ass, he slipped her bra off of her with one swift movement and felt her bare breast for the first time in the palm of his hand.

As they moaned against each others mouths, Zevran held fast to her and stood, her legs wrapped around him. Playfully, he bent down and dumped her onto the bean bag chair. Pausing to take her in, the flush of her cheeks spread to her chest, her nipples were small and pink like he had pictured, only her bosom was much larger. There were no freckles on her shoulders, and the soft skin of her belly was as perfect as he imagined. She was watching him watch her, and enjoying every moment.

He moved toward her, and impossibly long legs stretched out, toes lightly touched his stomach and she spoke with a sultry tone and smile, "Strip." He grabbed her pant legs and pulled. "I meant strip yourself!" Nyla cackled as her pants slid off her ankles and he threw them. He couldn't help taking a quick glance at her tattoo to make sure it was healing well. His pause put him at a disadvantage, and Nyla stood, meeting his lips for a searing kiss with a hand on the back of his neck. They ran hands over each other eagerly, and she was walking him backward until his back met the wall.

Very bold! Zevran groaned against her mouth as her hand travelled down his chest, his stomach, down his briefs to gently clasp his cock in her fist. Her hand was warm, soft and she held him with the perfect amount of pressure as she moved to stroke him slowly.

Zevran couldn't help pulling away from their kiss for a shuddering breath. "Fuck." Her touch felt too good, and her mouth went for his neck the moment his head fell back. Basking in the sensations of her eager mouth on his adam's apple, she was very suddenly kissing and nipping down his collar, to his chest, her hands and mouth all over him, all of it happening so quickly he could only surrender to her whims. Soft lips met his hip and he looked down to see her tugging away the last of his clothing; he had been so sure she would be the first one naked.

"Nyla…" he whispered as her eyes met his and her tongue glided up his length before taking as much as she could into her mouth. She needed no instruction, going down on him as if it was her most favorite task in the world. Her hands were gripping onto his thighs, cheeks sucked inward, her lips gliding along his length eagerly with a lusty groan. "Holy… shit…" He couldn't help swearing with a chuckle, "Fuck."

Running fingers through and over her hair, he touched her gently, petting her as her head bobbed slowly. She looked beautiful, he really needed to draw this; this was going to be fun to draw. Nyla wrapped a hand around him, cupping his balls gently with her other and… no, this is what he needed to draw. He needed to draw a fucking flipbook. This was fucking amazing. She began working him with both hands and her mouth and he felt far too close.

"Stop stop…" he hissed, holding her head gently. "I don't want to come yet," he panted. She let him go from her mouth with an obscene pop. "Oh shhhit!" He chuckled, winded, "Holy shit, Nyla!"

"I've been fantasizing about that for weeks. You liked that?" she purred with a smile. Looking up at him, Zevran was gorgeous, his sculpted body towering above her, chest heaving, dampened with sweat, eyes wide, smiling down at her with golden hair framing his face. Lips subtly swollen and pink, Nyla wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and kissed his thighs. "I liked it."

"I bet you did." His head fell back with a groan in memory of it. "To the bedroom, Nyla."

She stood up and started walking, looking back at him with an impish smile. Her gaze moved from his smirk, to his erection, and to his eyes; her man was naked, pursuing her, and watching her ass.

"Nyla, your ass in those panties!" Zevran spoke playfully, grabbing for her.

"Oh my god, stop!" A gentle pinch sent her squealing and scrambling away from him. He liked it, so he did it again, all the way down the hall, to the left, and into her bedroom. Laughing, tumbling onto the bed, she flipped onto her back to protect her ass from his incessant tickling. "Someday I will find a way to get you back for that. Uh oh here he comes."

Biting his lip, he crawled across the bed toward her, stopping to pull her panties off of her with both hands, she accommodated by lifting her ass a little.

"Ooh, does Zevran's girlfriend always prefer the landing strip?" He tilted his head at her, surprised and turned on, his hands wandered up her body; she moaned so nicely when he caressed her breasts.

"Yes. I like taking care of myself in small ways, even when it comes to the landscaping." She giggled and moaned as his hands wandered, "Your touch feels so good. You look so good."

There were so many parts of her body that needed his kisses; namely, the entirety of it. Starting with her soft belly, he kissed, touched, caressed, wanting to go down on her, but not wanting to simply dive right in. Fuck it, he thought as he dove right in, pressing his mouth over her, his tongue laying flat. A few rolls of his tongue, she moaned and her thighs pressed against his cheeks.

"Oh… oh my god." Her hips rolled of their own accord, his tongue and lips simply designed to be exactly right where they were in order to drive her the absolute craziest. "Oh my… Zevran!" He hummed against her, sending pleasant vibrations through her, and she shuddered. So ready to go off, but not at all ready to go off for wanting to feel his perfect mouth on her longer. She hoped he wouldn't wiggle his tongue anywhere significant; of course he did, perfectly. Her hands landed on the sides of his head, her body stiffened, "Oh fuck! Oh my god! OH Zev! ZEVRAN!" She squealed, head tossed back, breasts rising and falling with her heavy panting.

Glorious; his loud girlfriend's first orgasm from his mouth. He chuckled happily, patiently waiting for her hands and legs to relax and release him. When she did, her legs were trembling, and her eyes were wide, staring down at a glistening, satisfied smirk. Still whimpering and with lips parted, she reached out to him with elegant arms and he quickly swiped his face clean with the back of his hand. He felt soft for her, his woman who held sexual contact as precious; of course she would feel vulnerable after coming on his face.

"Nyla needs to be held." He crooned, and she nodded, folding her arms around him the moment his chest rested against hers. They locked eyes for a time, and she tucked his hair behind his ear. Kisses were heated, loving, tongues and lips generous and indulgent. Cock throbbing, he was painfully aware of being pressed snug against her belly, his balls resting on the delicate folds of her most intimate of places. He stayed still, not wanting to appear demanding as she felt so vulnerable.

One arm still around him, she snaked the other between them, urging him with a gentle nudge to give her access. Zevran felt her hand slide along her own folds and his eyes went wide as she began stroking him; his mind was blown. His girlfriend had just had an orgasm that knocked her senseless and trembling, she wet her hand with her own juices, and was giving him a handjob while he was on top of her. With a tentative roll of his hips he let out a breathy moan, his forehead resting against hers, he met her eyes and she nodded. A hand wasn't usually enough to get him off, but after so much buildup, expressing pent up desire, this didn't seem like it would take long at all as he thrusted gently into her fist.

With a breathless moan, he slowly fucked her hand; so very erotic, intimate, sensual, sweet, sexy. Nyla watched in awe as pleasure washed over his expression, his pace quickening as his hand rested on her cheek, and he kissed her with unbridled passion. Feeling him so close to his peak, getting harder, his hips slowing to slide in and out of her fist in long strokes, she held her arm firm and still as he pressed hard against her; his final thrust before speaking her name with a strained groan. Nyla trembled, following him, drinking in the pleasured expression on his face; eyes closed, mouth open and brow furrowed. Grabbing the skin of her shoulder firmly between his teeth, Zevran spilled onto her belly, his fists balled in the pillow on either side of her head, body trembling for what felt like several long, sweet minutes.

Waves of pleasure subsided, she pulled her hand away from his cock with care, wanting to hold him close with both arms. Zevran let himself go slack on top of her; mess be damned. His arms wrapped beneath her shoulders, and he rested his cheek on the pillow next to her head. Still flushed and sweaty from their exertions, Nyla's head turned toward him and her eyes rested sweetly on his. They stayed like this for a long time, eye-gazing, simply being with one another and feeling close to each other in calm, blissful silence.

"Zev?" She kissed him briefly.

"Yes, amore?" He spoke softly with a returned kiss and a satisfied sigh.

"Did you just call me love?"

"Mmm." Well damn, maybe she won't read into it and get freaked out. "Yes."

"That's so sweet. I love it." She melted, smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "That was beautiful. This is beautiful."

"Yes. It is beautiful. And first hand to get me off that wasn't my own."

"Really?" Nyla grinned at him. "That kind of makes me feel proud. I think it's because the thought of being intimate with me under the context of girlfriend turns you on. And it's probably not going to be that easy next time."

"Oooh, Nyla nailed it." He chuckled and rested his forehead against hers. "Stop noticing everything, Nyla."

"Stop being so transparent, Zevran." Nyla rubbed her nose against his. Kissing him several times on his lips, his cheeks, his nose, she whispered, "I want to do that again."

"Mmm…" Zevran hummed, basking under her affections. "I'm game. Did you have something in mind?"

"Fuck my mouth," she whispered, meeting his eyes with a heated stare; Nyla was speaking his language, and his erection was sudden and fierce, pressing against her belly.

Things had gone from fucking perfect to more perfect, and Zevran could not believe this hot little minx was his girlfriend.

"Under one condition." He sat up and straddled her waist, pinning her arms above her head. She whimpered and moaned as he drew a line of lazy kisses from her neck to her breast, taking a hard nipple between his teeth, drawing quick circles with his tongue.

Nyla gasped when he backed away, her body trembling, "Anything you want."

"You are on my face at the same time." He whispered in her ear, and she moaned, her hips wiggling beneath him.

"Yes please," Nyla shuddered, and he kissed her mouth again with an aggressive tongue, climbing slowly off of her. She eagerly followed his lead, snatching up a shirt beside her bed and taking a quick swipe at the mess on her chest and belly. Zevran did the same and laid on his back. Instead of perching on his face as they had agreed, Nyla settled between his legs.

"Cheating, Nyla." Zevran's chuckle cut off as she held his dick in her hand and licked him from base to tip with a moan and closed eyes. "Wow, fuck ." He loved how her enthusiasm to please matched his own, and could not imagine how amazing it would be to make love to her; receptive and easy and eager to please.

"I want to watch you watch me." Nyla smiled and bit her lip. It felt too good to let out so much sexual tension, to express her desires, look up at wide, lust-blown eyes of the man that made her come with his voice and her heart hum with everything she had ever wanted. I should be riding you right now, she thought as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Watching his face, he watched her take him in inch by inch. His hands reached for her head and he began petting her as he moaned breathlessly. His gentle fingers lovingly swept through and over her hair.

"Nyla," Zevran panted, wishing he could kiss those precious lips around his cock. Erotic, beautiful, her heavy lidded eyes so dark and gazing up at him. Her tongue was soft and rough, and she knew how to use it, exploring every curve and contour of his dick. "Eres tan bella." You are so beautiful.

"Mmm…" Nyla hummed gently, hearing his Spanish purr. His hips rolled and he hit the back of her throat with an appreciative groan. Nyla added her hand, and he moved his hips again, fucking her mouth, panting, beginning to sweat; it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and she came, fingers digging into his thigh and tongue working him with greater enthusiasm.

"Por mis ojos eres la mujer más guapa en el mundo," Through my eyes you are the most beautiful woman in the world, he whispered, gasping, losing his desire to be in control as he always was. He wanted to surrender to this and to her. It felt precious to him, the way her eyes shone with so much lust, love, and eagerness as she watched his body move and learned all the ways to make him crazy. "Perfección," he whispered, moving her hair from her face and gently holding it between his fingers, his arm following the gentle, quick, up and down movement of her head.

Nyla, being mindful of her promise to partake in a sixty-nine, felt the telltale tightening of his balls, the enthusiastic roll of his hips, the strained look on his face, and the delightful groaning and panting, another orgasm shuddered through her body as she pulled her mouth away from him with a pop and a gasp.

"I promised you I would sit on your face." Nyla panted, her body still twitching from her most recent orgasm.

"Did you just come twice from blowing me?" He asked incredulously, breathlessly, sitting up to be nearer to her.

"Oh my god, yes. It was hard to stop blowing you because I want to see your face as you go off." She spoke breathlessly, squealing gleefully as he leaped at her.

Their bodies met with force, and they kissed, Nyla squealing and both of them giggling with eager mouths connected as they tumbled backward off of the mattress and onto the carpet. Cock pressed along her folds, he had her pinned, hands wandering, her arms and legs tight around him. Zevran wanted to pound Nyla until she was screaming his name and forgot her own. Nyla, surprisingly, found herself in the same predicament.

So much trust for him, as his cock pressed against her heat, and she just knew, regardless of how vulnerable or compromised she was, he would not breach that trust. Orgasms are not given, they are allowed; those were Zevran's words, and they rang true to her.

Every sweet memory with him up to this moment flashed in her mind's eye, the instant connection, the flirting, the fun, the banter, rapport, the sense of having an implicitly trusted best friend in a lover and she couldn't imagine her life without him; ever.

I love you; It hit her like a freight train. Her heart expanded in her chest, desire at a fever pitch, she came again, stomach clenching with the force of it as she moaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

"Fuuck!" Zevran pulled from their kiss breathlessly. "You orgasm from kissing."

"Your kisses, thoughts of you, your beautiful words and your dulcet tones. The wisdom of your mind and body and the way you make my heart sing. I fucking-" love you. She cut herself off.

"You fucking what, my lovely poet?" He spoke softly, caressing her face with his fingertips; beauty had poured from her kiss-swollen lips in the throes of her pleasure, and he loved every word.

They locked eyes, and she was burning to say it, and it felt like he was seeing right through her. If you say it now, you're going to completely wreck the mood, Nyla. She giggled and ran her hands gently along his back. "I fucking complicate things with my mouth."

"Oh?" He grabbed her lip between his teeth and pulled gently before letting it go. "I have seen exactly what you can do with that mouth."

Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her, rising to his knees, flipping her with a strong grasp until he was eye level with her soaking heat, her legs splayed wide open in the air.

"I'm upside down with a cock in my face!" Nyla cackled, grabbing onto his thighs. "I never thought- oh my god!" Her fingers dug into his thighs as his tongue lapped at her generously. "Oh fuck! You're too good at this!" She felt him chuckle against her and it made her shudder.

When he teased her opening with his tongue, she could hardly stand it, and she wanted so badly to move her hips; this particular position did not allow for it. Her eyes closed, she moaned desperately, wanting so much more than the tip of his tongue gently probing her most sensitive places, it wasn't enough, it was frustrating and beautiful and driving her crazy. With a gentle bounce, Zevran adjusted his grip and Nyla couldn't help her breathless laughter when his cock slapped her in the cheek; she remembered to reciprocate. Taking him with both hands and her mouth, his stomach tightened in response, and he let out an appreciative moan.

He wanted to 69, she wanted him to fuck her face so she could watch him get off, and if he could finish her off first, both could happen. Impressed with her skilled mouth, Zevran allowed her to work her magic on him and redoubled his efforts; it was a sharp relief and disappointment when she stopped sucking his cock to lose herself in her own pleasure.

"Oh my god! What are you-" Nyla let out several guttural moans between panting breaths, wiggling in his arms so desperately, her hands gripping his thighs and pressing her more firmly against his face.

Letting himself fall backward until he was flat on his back, Nyla held herself up with palms on his chest and began moving her hips. Moans built in intensity, he slipped his tongue inside of her, raised a hand to fondle her breast while the other massaged between her folds, circling her pearl.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she wailed, thighs flexing and toes curled in his periphery. He internally rejoiced; he had landed himself a screamer, and now she was screaming his name. Body trembling and jerking, she screamed and pulled away from him. "Oh my… oh my god." She whined and fell to her side. "Oh my fuck."

Sitting up, he reached to grab the shirt and used the dry side to wipe off his wet face; Nyla had not lied when she spoke of excessive wetness... HOT! Lying next to her, she was panting, trembling, her eyes closed, and when he touched her, she curled up against him, her cheek pressed against his chest.

"Okay, amore?" Zevran chuckled, stroking her back, his fingers brushing through her sweat-dampened hair.

"No! Oh my god. What the hell." She laughed and curled up closer to him, her heart slowing. "Give me a moment. I know I owe you one."

"You owe nothing, Nyla." He smiled and caressed her gently, pulling her closer, poking her in the hip with a throbbing erection which made them both laugh.

Finally having gotten her shit together, Nyla looked up at him. He was smiling for her. It felt like a smile just for her, it looked like it, and she felt that urge again, to run her big mouth. I love you, she thought really hard and scooted herself to have her face nearer to his face for a kiss.

"My girlfriend has epic sex hair." Zevran smiled playfully, brushing it tenderly with his fingers.

"How do you want it, Zev?" She touched his nose with hers, hand lowering between their bodies to stroke his cock.

"I want to give you the experience you are wanting." His fingers drew lazy lines along the curve of her waist, his hips moved and he bit his lip.

"Hmm…" Nyla felt heat rush to her face as she thought about it, visions of thrusting hips and his pleasured sounds and expressions. "I want to feel your passion, feel you move. Hear your sounds. I want you to come in my mouth."

"I want to watch you figure me out."

"Tell me what you don't like."

"Ooh, intriguing. I don't like pain, or shaming."

"Zevran. Those things don't sound sexy at all." Nyla chuckled. "Is it safe to assume you prefer something more… sensual and gentle?"

"Yes," Zevran responded breathlessly. "Gentle, sensual, enthusiastic."

"Lay down on the bed, on your back."

So he did, and she sat up to watch him lay back comfortably with his hands folded and tucked behind his head. She sat there watching him, on display, he was smirking, cocky, gazing at her expectantly with a soft and lusty stare, toned body, an expanse of beautiful tawny skin for her to do as she wished; this was going to be fun, and she could not believe this was her life .

Getting to her hands and knees she crawled the short distance to him. Her hands meeting the tops of his feet, her palms glided gently along his legs, over his knees, nudging his thighs apart so she could settle between them. Lowering her body, her tongue dragged up the length of his cock, and she kept going, watching him for reactions as her tongue and mouth explored his stomach and chest with licks and kisses. Zevran hummed appreciatively as his cock settled between her breasts.

The gentle pressure of such soft flesh around his cock prompted his hips to move. Nothing had ever occurred to him as so sensual as she kept worshipping him, kissing him, her hands wandering his skin, teasing stimulation of breasts on his cock. The way she moved stoked his desire, a feast for his eyes as she indulged herself, stroking his ego with displaying her attraction to him; it all felt so heart-centered and it built upon his already intense desire for her.

"Eres muy bella." You are very beautiful. He whispered, sighing as her hands moved to press her breasts around his cock. He had wanted to watch, to keep his hands to himself and leave her to her own devices, but his control was waning. The experience she was creating for him was too sexy, leaving him on the cusp of desperation for more. More touches, skin on skin, kissing, his mouth craved hers, but with his lust at a fever pitch he imagined his request would sound more like a plea. "Kiss me," he chanced to ask, and her response was to give him exactly what he wanted, enthusiastically.

With her mouth on his, she reached a hand down, her palm gliding along his firm stomach to grab his cock, and his hips moved with her strokes. Loving the way he moved, panted, sweated, the way he recieved her so openly, so responsive to her touches; feelings of love and trust intensified as she backed away from their kiss to lay between his legs, flat on her stomach. Zevran caressed her so gently, lovingly on her shoulders and her head as she held him in her hand and took him into her mouth.

Watching him, his lips slightly parted and eyes wide, she hummed, taking him deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Such a nice cock. If only we were- A lusty groan interrupted her thoughts, deepening her unspoken desire to climb on top of him, and she moved her head and hand with more vigor.

"Nyla…" he groaned rolling his hips, hands explored her with eager attention. Petting her hair, her cheeks and jaw, he was so close, eager for release. When her other hand moved to play with his balls, he felt at the point of no return, and when she tugged on them gently, he felt it happening. "Fuck!"

"Mmmm…" Nyla moaned when she felt his cock grow more rigid in her mouth. Holding rapt attention on his face, she kept moving as his head tossed back. This is the show she wanted; he looked strained for a moment before his body grew still and pleasured bliss washed over his features. Sounds that came from him were more than she could bear; repeated lusty groans as he turned his head to bite down on a pillow, spilling into her mouth with force. She came with him, her hips moving against the bed in the wake of it.

He felt her swallowing, heard her coming, and it intensified his experience, made him come harder, made him somehow love her harder. "Fuck!" he cried out again, his body curling inward through his tapering peak.

"Stop… stop…" he hissed, cradling her jaw in his fingers. "Too much."

"Mmm." She backed away breathlessly and sat up, panting. Their eyes met and they stared at each other in awe. "That was more amazing than I had imagined..." her voice trailed off as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

Eyes locked on hers, he wanted her to come closer. Normally, at this point, he would throw his clothes back on and either sit around for a few minutes of pleasant chat, or go home to have a snack and work on his art. Imagining that ached, he wanted so much more with her, for himself. Surprising himself, he reached out to her with arms open. She looked sweet and relieved as she moved toward him, and he relaxed into this new vulnerability. They curled into each other, arms around one another, legs tangling comfortably; she felt like the missing piece to his puzzle, and Nyla had finally felt at home.