by Jamie Knight
“Thank you. I’ll be right out.”
Mylah goes into the bathroom to get dressed. I wait politely in the hallway for her. Once she is dressed, she walks out of the room. We give each other awkward little smiles then head to the kitchen together.
The food is already on the table. I quickly sit down, trying to keep the bulge in my pants out of sight. Thankfully Mylah doesn’t notice this peculiar action. She sits down quietly and looks at all the food.
I can’t think about eating right now. I’m so turned on by her I need a few minutes to calm down. The sight of her naked body is still fresh in my mind.
She starts sipping her coffee and eating. I still haven’t said anything to her. I can’t let the mood get awkward between us. In between bites of food, I search for something to say.
“So, about rebuilding your house,” I start. Mylah looks up from the eggs with wide eyes. I push my food around on my plate. “I have been thinking a lot about it the past few days. Trying to figure out ways to make your business better.” She looks at me over her cup of coffee. I try not to be taken in by the beauty of her eyes and face. “I think I can get the best materials. This will come in handy after the place is built. This will help it fit in better in that area.”
“You really have given this a lot of thought,” Mylah comments softly.
“Yes! I have a lot of ideas for floorplans. I want to give you a lot of room to work—” I try to continue talking, but she interrupts me.
“I’m sorry, but I need to say something.” I stop eating. She sets her coffee cup down but won’t meet my gaze. When she speaks again, her demeanor is shy and hesitant. “This is all such a wonderful idea, but I can’t go through with this. I don’t have the money to pay for the materials and all the construction and things.”
I’m about to speak, but she continues talking. “And I can’t take your money, Kyst. I really do appreciate all that you have done for me already. No one has ever been this kind to me before. But maybe I should leave before it gets out of hand.”
I grab her hand and hold it gently. Slowly she meets my gaze. “Mylah, this is something I want to do. I want to help. Please let me. This is about more than the business. Let’s make it something great to help the animals,” I suggest. She looks reluctant. Before she has a chance to turn me down, I suggest, “Why not make me a silent partner in your business?”
She gives me an odd look as she considers this.
“This way, you’ll feel better. It’s not like taking charity. I can be a part of the business and contribute to it. Neither one of us will feel guilty,” I explain, hoping this suggestion will work.
Mylah slowly pulls her hand away as she thinks. I hear her sigh softly. “All right. I guess that will work,” she admits reluctantly. I can still see the hesitation on her face, but I’m glad she accepted my suggestion.
“Great! I can’t wait to get started,” I say happily. We go back to eating our breakfast in silence.
Chapter Twelve - Mylah
After Breakfast is over, Kyst and I go to our separate rooms. I lie back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I’m not quite overwhelmed, but I have definitely never experienced feelings like these before. I feel loved, cared for, and safe here with him. Kyst has been nothing but kind to me since we first met. It’s a beautiful feeling, but also very new to me. No one has ever shown me this much affection before, not even my parents.
I sit up on the bed and look around the room. I already know that I like it here. It’s not about the physical aspects. It’s about the environment here that Kyst has created with his caring and kindness. It’s also about how safe I feel with Kyst. The help he wants to offer my business and me is mind-blowing. No one has ever done that before. It’s nice not to feel alone in the world for once.
I swing my feet in the air as I think about this. Thinking about feeling safe with Kyst leads me to think about the first time he held me, and I cried. I smile as I recall how strong and secure his arms felt as they wrapped around me. His muscular arms, attached to that gorgeous body. The way his eyes are both calm and serious at the same time. The more I think about him, I realize that I am ready. He is the one for me. I definitely want to lose my virginity to him. I couldn’t picture anyone more perfect.
Since this is a special occasion, I need to take some time to plan it out. I want everything to be just perfect. I lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling some more.
My mind is occupied as I try to come up with different ways to seduce Kyst. I wonder if any of them will work. I hope so because I really want to do this.
The following day, it’s late morning when I wake up. I overslept. I spent all of yesterday in the room thinking about Kyst. I think I even dreamt of him when I finally fell asleep. After I get out of bed and wash up, I reach a decision. It’s time to stop thinking about everything. If I want this to happen with Kyst, I need to make it happen.
I walk across the room to the bedroom door and open it. Everything is quiet. I walk down the hall and search for him. I can see the light on in his office. It's shining under the closed door, so he must be in there. I take a deep breath for courage. Now is my chance.
I walk over to the office and knock gently on the door. “Come in,” Kyst says after a moment.
Slowly I open the door. “I hope I’m not disturbing you?” I ask.
“Not at all, come in,” Kyst says again. He looks up from his papers and gives me a smile. He is in his usual good mood. I walk into the office and close the door behind me.
“Did you sleep well?” Kyst asks, making conversation. His eyes are on his papers again.
“Yes. Very well, thanks.”
I take a few steps forward and stand there. Suddenly I feel very awkward. My whole plan was to come up here and seduce him, but I have no idea how to do that.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Kyst says, giving me another smile before looking away again.
I’m trying to come up with a different idea. I need to do this fast before I lose my nerve and opportunity. I take a few steps closer to him. “So, you’re working today?” I ask lamely.
“Yes, just going over some paperwork that I have been putting off for a while now,” Kyst replies. He doesn’t even look up this time.
I start to panic. I’m blowing my opportunity. I don’t know what to do, so I make a desperate decision. I pull off my t-shirt and stand directly at the edge of his desk.
He looks up at my approach and does a double-take. The paperwork is suddenly forgotten. I look at the ground and start to blush. I wonder if this was too much.
The room is silent for several seconds. Then, finally, Kyst slowly rises to his feet. He gently reaches for me and pulls me to him. “Were you trying to get my attention?” he asks softly. All I can do is nod my head. “Well, it definitely worked.”
I raise my gaze to look at him. He brings me in for a gentle kiss.
Kyst is so sweet and loving. I know losing my virginity to him is the right decision. I wrap my arms around him as we kiss. He lifts me up and sits me on his desk. He doesn’t have to play with me too much. I’m already excited and wet for him.
As we kiss, I reach down to undo his pants, but my nerves get the better of me. My fingers start to fumble. He gently moves my hands aside and takes care of them. Soon he is standing before me, naked. His body is just as muscular and gorgeous as I remember.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he whispers as I lie back on the desk. I believe him. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now.
I look up at the ceiling, my breath heavy with anticipation. My legs spread, and soon, I can feel Kyst between them. Suddenly he is on top of me. We wrap our arms around each other, holding tightly. I can feel his cock testing me, slowly rubbing around my folds. Then, with one very slow thrust, he is inside of me. I gasp at the new feeling—more than just physical, emotional as well.
It’s so much better than I thought it would be. Kyst holds me tight. Thrust
ing very slowly so as not to hurt or scare me. Even now, he shows such love and concern for me. It doesn’t take long for me to get used to this feeling.
“More!” I cry out softly. He listens to me. His thrusts are sweet and gentle, making every part of my body rock.
As his cock moves inside me, tension starts to build in my belly. There is a delightful feeling of friction between my pussy walls and the thick shaft of his cock. As he pulls out and pushes in, the friction builds. It’s like my head is swimming as this big, handsome man fills me over and over with his dick.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and I feel so close to Kyst. His warmth radiates from his body to mine. I’m safe, held, and given the most pleasurable sensations.
When I can bear it no more, I hug him as tight as possible and cum. I’m dizzy with delight. I can feel his seed filling me up and spilling out of me as he cums. I’m too overwhelmed by everything to move or speak.
Kyst does his best to hold and caress me, still with that same gentle and loving manner of his. I never want this to end.
Chapter Thirteen - Kyst
It’s now mid-afternoon. Mylah and I sit on the couch next to each other. It was a relaxing afternoon, and we are sitting cuddled on the couch. The movie ends. As the credits start to roll, Mylah stretches.
“Sorry if I’m boring you with my old movies,” I say, looking at her.
“Not at all. I’ve enjoyed watching your movies. You’re a very talented actor,” she compliments me. I smile at her, and that makes her blush.
“Do you want to watch another one?” I ask.
“Sure! Last me check on the puppies first,” she replies. I nod my consent. She gets up from the couch and leaves the room.
I get off the couch and stand in front of the T.V. I look at the DVD copies of all my movies, trying to find one that she will really like. I’m so caught up in making the right decision that I’m startled when Mylah runs into the living room a few minutes later. Her eyes are wide with worry.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, turning to her in concern.
Her voice shakes with emotion as she speaks. “It’s the dogs. Something is wrong.” She is so upset she can hardly talk. I stop messing with the T.V.
I turn to face her and gently grab her shoulders. “Hey. It’ll be okay. Just tell me, and I can help,” I say, trying to console her.
She takes a deep breath before she speaks. “It’s the mother dog. I went in to check on them. The puppies were crying. The mom has stopped nursing them. She just lies in the corner of the box,” Mylah says. She sounds like she wants to cry again.
I lead her to the couch. “Seems like she might be sick,” I comment.
“Yeah, I really think she is,” Mylah replies in a quivering voice.
“It will be okay. Just sit for a minute and relax. We can figure this out,” I say in my most calming voice.
She listens, sitting beside me. I hear her take some calming breaths. I love how much she cares about these animals. I wait patiently, but I still keep my eyes on her in case she gets emotional again.
After a few minutes, she looks at me. “Better?” I ask. She nods her head. “How can I help?” I ask.
“Well…I need to go to the store to get droppers and puppy milk. Since the mommy is sick, I’m going to have to feed the puppies.”
“Okay. That’s no problem. I can help with that,” I tell her.
The tears are returning to her eyes again. “I also have another problem,” she admits quietly. I listen to her patiently. “The boa constrictor has escaped again. He got away while I was taking care of the dogs. So now I can't find him anywhere.” She almost cries.
I reach for her hands and gently hold them. “Relax. It's okay. We can go get the stuff for the puppies first. Then, when we get back, we can look for the snake,” I reply.
Mylah looks grateful for the help and advice.
I leave her on the couch and grab my keys. When I return to the living room, she is still there. “Are you ready?” I ask. She looks up and nods her head. We go outside, and I drive her to the store. We return home a while later.
As soon as I unlock the door, Mylah rushes into the house. She carries the milk and droppers to the guest room. I smile at her and follow. When I reach the guest room, she is kneeling on the floor in front of the box.
“Let me help,” I say as I sit on the edge of the bed near her.
Mylah hands me the puppy that she is holding. I cradle it to my chest. When I look up, she is pulling another one out of the box. “Don't worry little baby. We will help you,” she coos softly.
My heart wants to melt as I watch the gentle way she is interacting with the animals. “I'll be right back.” Mylah looks at me in surprise. I set the puppy down beside her and run out of the room. I love how sweet she looks when she is talking to the animals.
I return a few minutes later with my camera. Mylah is holding both puppies in her arms. She looks so beautiful, smiling at them. I aim my camera at her and start taking pictures.
“Oh no! I look horrible!” she exclaims when she realizes what I'm doing.
“No, you look gorgeous!” I assure her. I take a few more pictures as she feeds and plays with the puppies. I could photograph Mylah all day.
“I didn't know you liked taking pictures,” Mylah prompts. She is feeding a puppy like a baby as she looks at me with curiosity. I love when she opens up like this.
“Yes. It’s always been a passion of mine. I love photography and the emotions that you can capture in pictures,” I explain.
She smiles softly at me and turns her attention back to the puppies. I take another picture. “Stop! No one wants to see me on camera,” she protests softly.
I look at my camera for a few seconds. Then, I move closer to her and hold the camera screen out for her to see. She leans forward and looks at her picture. “You're wrong. See, look at how beautiful you are,” I say. I scroll the images so she can see them. She laughs a little in embarrassment and looks away. I can see in her eyes the amazement of looking at herself on film. I set the camera down. We sit together in comfortable silence as we finish feeding the puppies.
“There you go, little angels,” Mylah whispers as she puts the last puppy in the box. I watch as she covers them like babies. I put my camera on the dresser. When I turn around, she is sitting on the ground, looking at me.
“Thank you so much for everything,” she says.
“It’s no problem,” I reply. We smile at each other.
Mylah looks at me, then down at the ground a few times. I am about to ask what is on her mind when she takes me by surprise. She stands in front of me and pushes up onto her tiptoes. Softly she kisses my cheek.
I grab her hand. Mylah pauses. We both hesitate then slowly our lips meet. The kiss is an explosion of passion and desire.
I pull her onto the bed with me as we keep kissing and our hands explore each other's bodies. I know what we both want. I cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt. She moans, and I know she is ready for me.
We start pulling off each other’s clothes as she moves underneath me. Mylah’s naked skin is so soft and smooth. I kiss her neck, causing her breath to come in pants. I want her so bad.
My girl parts her legs for me. Her pussy is so wet that I slide my dick easily inside. I hold onto her waist as I go deeper with each thrust. Mylah is so tight and warm. I’ve never been with a woman who felt this good, this right. It’s like she was made to perfectly fit me.
Her fingers lightly scrape my back. She is so into it. I never thought that would happen. I try to take things gently, but her body tells me that she wants other things. So I go a little harder and faster. Thrusting into and out of her gets more difficult as her pussy tightens and my dick swells. It feels like she is gripping me, milking me for all I can give.
We hold each other tightly until we cum. My cock pulses, spilling spurt after spurt of hot seed into her pussy. Still mo
ving inside her, my shaft rubs it in, combining our juices together. My head swims. Unable to keep going, I drop down beside her. For the first time, she is out of breath and lies there, almost asleep. I pull her into my arms.
All I can think about is how intense that was. Mylah is definitely getting braver, which is a good thing. I love that she took the initiative. It was a major turn-on and showed how much she wanted me. I wasn't expecting her to show such intense emotions. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me. I want to be as close as I can to her right now.
Chapter Fourteen - Mylah
A Month Later
Things have changed so much my mind is a whirlwind. Kyst and I have been living together at his place—very happily, in my opinion. I get to wake up every day by his side, and nothing is better than that. We are still working on the plans for the new clinic in town. We have almost completed them, and I am so excited about that.
For now, I have been renting a small shop in town to care for the animals—thanks to Kyst helping me. I'm so excited to get started working on my own building, though. I can't wait until everything is finished. I just know it is going to be great.
However, there is one thing that makes me apprehensive. I have absolutely enjoyed my time here with Kyst. But, I don't know if I am ready to move out and get back into my own place. Also, we are not officially living together. I mean, Kyst hasn't asked me to move in. So, I assume I'm still just staying here until I’m back on my feet.
There are so many reasons to worry. I try to put them out of my head, though, as Kyst walks into the kitchen. I put on my polite smile.
“Good morning. Ready for breakfast?” he asks.
“Yes. Can I help you with anything?” I ask.
“No,, I'll cook it up quickly,” he says with a smile.
I remain sitting there at the table, watching as Kyst prepares everything. The smell of bacon soon fills the kitchen, and I feel my stomach growl. Once everything is cooked, Kyst and I sit across the table from each other.