Happy Trina’s Day, Aledans! Tonight is the Feast of Lovers, and since I completely dropped the ball on Friday (and again on Saturday) with the promised FEF I decided to post it today instead. Custom of the Week is also back today, so check back later for this week’s customized My Little Pony. For now – on to the sexy! We haven’t seen a lot of Kaye and Bryant on FEF, so I thought (since I couldn’t find the Kindra/Gar Trina’s Day backstory) I’d give you a taste. A really hot taste. Enjoy 😉
The nerves in his stomach quickened as he bent down and kissed her slowly, one hand holding hers, the other snaking its way behind her neck and into her hair. Bryant’s heart raced, but he took his time, kissing her fully, exploring her reactions. When his hand moved down her neck and over her shoulders she sighed, and when he trailed his fingertips down her wing she trembled.
She stepped closer, pressing herself to him and he did it again, running one finger from the base at her shoulder blade straight down to the tip. He lowered them to the cot without breaking contact, and lifted her onto his lap so she could feel how much he wanted her. He ran a hand up her leg, pushing the fabric up until she could sit straddling him. She was wearing nothing beneath the dress; his hand was so close he could feel the heat coming off her. She pushed him back and straddled his hips with her dress around her waist, just hiding her body from view.
Bryant pulled her down and kissed her hard before he let his hands wander again. Her hands lost their shyness and explored him as well. She touched soft and curious, staying above his waist but becoming more bold. Every time he touched her wings she stopped and shuddered, and she ran her hands under his shirt and up his chest. When he sat up to pull the article of clothing off she took the opportunity to reach behind him and trail her fingertips across his wings. Bryant let out a shuddering breath as her touch shot to his core and he pressed her hips down onto him, pushing against her as he leaned back for leverage. The fabric of his pants was a wall between them, and he wanted to tear the wall down.
He grasped her thighs as he pressed against her again, slowly, repetitively. He was surprised when she made the next move, slipping her small hand through the band of his pants and running her fingers over him like she had with his wing.
“Oh,” he groaned as she wrapped her hand around him. A sharp intake of breath when she reached the tip, and then she was moving her hand in the same slow rhythm he’d already begun.
He kissed her mouth, her neck, whatever was closest as she rocked against him, moving her hips in time with her hand. He slid his hand up her thigh and found the hidden place he wanted, her skin slick with desire. When he touched her she sucked in a deep breath and stopped her movement until he slid a finger inside and she relaxed onto him with a sigh. They moved together, rocking in fluid motion until he pulled his hand away and pushed her dress over her head and onto the floor. She helped him with his pants, and then they were both naked. They switched positions, Bryant laid Kaye on her back in the creaking cot. He ran his hands up her body—her skin was hot and perfect beneath him—before he lowered himself onto her. She moved her legs and gasped when he entered. But he moved slow and gentle and soon he could think only of the feel of her body and his movement inside her. Their pounding rhythm came to a climax as he let out a groan of delighted agony, and shivered as he lay on top of her.
Kaye ran her fingers through his hair, kissed his face, and pressed against him as her own body gave up the sensation of using and being used. She shuddered beneath him twice before he found the strength to roll to the side, careful as he released his hold on her. They lay with their arms and legs intertwined, brushing their fingers across sweaty skin, giving soft kisses and murmurs of appreciation.
Bryant hoped he made Kaye feel welcome.