Cullayne POV

I stretch as I yawn and relax as my body pulls itself from the depths of sleep. My eyes shot open as I felt my butt connect with a hard warm body. All the remnants of sleep fled as my mind flooded with the remembrance of last night.

My face burned red as the images of last night played through my mind. I remained still as the figure behind me moaned sleepily and gripped firmer a full firm breast that his warm lean fingers nestled beneath my T-shirt.

I was completely frozen but my body was beginning to burn like it did under Kemar's giddy-headed kisses and tantalising touches from last night.

I blushed deeper as my mind further played my reactions and responses. I had been a fountain of need that flowed heavily and was barely able to be contained. I had been ready to give my all to Kemar no boundaries and no limitations intact.

I had never been so wet and needy from a man's touch or kisses before and it had caused me to throw away all inhibitions and fed my desire to have Kemar touch me and quench my thirst with his kisses and much more.

I remember telling him outright I needed him to refrain from holding back. I did not need apologies all I required was for him to give me what I came to realize I needed because I was well under the influence of a feeling that stemmed deeper than I imagined.

I had surprised myself when I had moved from the floor and climbed onto his lap straddling his hips after telling him I wanted more of his kisses and his touch.

If he was shocked I did not know because in an instant his lips were crashing against mine and I was pressing my heated crotch into the buff that pressed against his army cargo pants.

To think that I had thought Taylon had stroked my fire and made me burn with longing. What I had felt as Kemar's hands, lips and touch played its magic was child's play with Taylon.

I had found myself delving into the hot liquid depths of feelings I thought I was no stranger to but as I sank deeper I was made aware that in Kemar's arms, nothing would ever be simple and nothing else could compare.

Who would have thought just mere kisses could make you boil and burn? I had often let Taylon take the lead and go with the flow but never had it been this way.

My lips parted in a smile as I remembered the way his body trembled with his need and thrust into mine as we were taken on a prelude to something magical.

"Babe, I best stop or am not going to be able to control myself," he had said ripping his lips from mine and breathing heavily.

The endearment had caused my heart to soar as I looked at him. His face was a display of love and need mixed with a tenderness that had caused me to blurt out.

"I love you so much."

No truer words had ever been said and I found myself in the sweet aftermath of my revelation fusing my lips to his again to seal my declaration.

I had placed tiny kisses all over his face as the contentment I felt in loving him washed over me like a soothing balm.

"I love you Kemar and I want you so much," I had confessed and to my surprise, he had gently pushed me from his lap and stood facing me.

”Babe, I want you too but we can't ---"

"I know," I blurted my face turning red, "but I just had to let you know."

"I would be a fool not to after what just transpired," he teased.

I smiled softly looking at him standing there the evidence of his desire on full display. How had I not realised how much I was desired by Kemar and how wonderful it felt to return such a desire?

It had been great to finally be able not to go through the motions with someone but give freely without constraint. This moment that we were sharing was not based on fickle feelings that were used to maintain a selfish need.

"I think I best go downstairs before I lose all sensibility," he had said after we had resorted to mentally controlling ourselves but knowing the newness of what was transpiring between us it was easier said than done.

"I don't want you to," I had told him. "We are both adults capable of controlling ourselves so sleep here with me."

I patted the space beside me before I settled myself against my pillow and waited for him to join me. I smiled inwardly when he took my invitation.

On numerous occasions, we have shared a bed and there are more occurrences than I can remember from being a child until I left for Canada where I had fallen asleep in his arms but in those circumstances, he had been my big brother and the friend that will never forsake me however, in this moment and time he was the man that I was in love with and craved sexually.

I smiled fondly as I thought back to him coming to lie down and pulling me into his arms as he spooned up behind me. There was something comforting about the security of his embrace and the sweet serenity of it had lulled me to sleep.

In all that respite and tranquillity, his hand had somehow found my breast and cupped it like a child his favourite comfort toy. Unlike him, I was feeling emotions that stemmed far away from comfort and I turned around to face him only to see he was awake and now staring at me his eyes reflecting his need.

"Good morning," I blush trying to ignore my feelings that we're escalating from his mere hold on me.

"Good morning babe," he said huskily as his finger flicked against my nipple.

All words died and my response came as a heated groan. It surprised me how instantaneous my response to him was. There was no mental mantra to get me in the mood, there was no need to convince myself I was giving my partner what he desired. It all came so naturally as it chartered its course.

I craved more so I thrust further my breast heavy with desire against his gently stroking fingers as my eyes fluttered shut and my body took pleasure in the feel of his tantalizing fingers.

I know it was not right to encourage the sexual desires that were raging in us but my flesh won out and in a matter of seconds I was throwing caution to the wind and in a mere minutes I was naked beside him.

"Please take me out of my misery," I heard myself say as I looked into his eyes after they had feasted on my unclothed body.

I shivered with giddy-headed happiness as he shifted so that his mouth was able to take the place of his fingers that were now slipping into the hot wet core of my womanhood.

"Ooooohhhh," I moaned as I gave into the pleasure he was creating.

I gripped his head as he took my pebbled nipple into his mouth and my hips moved in rhythm to his thrusting fingers.

"Hhhhmmmm," I groaned as my body delighted itself in the beautiful circumstance that was unfolding.

I was on the verge of delving over the precipice of my release as his tongue flicked my nipple and his curved fingers brushed against my clit with each thrust of his index finger.

I turned and buried my mouth in my pillow as a moment that I believe to be vastly magical pulled me over the escarpment of fulfilment.

I now understood what it meant to want to belong to someone's heart, body and soul.