>Nod a little. "Don't worry, I will. I'm just enjoying the journey right now."
>"Good," she says as she resumes her own journey down the small of your back, her fingers making you shiver as they brush the base of your tail. "So am I."
>The rest of the evening passes in a whirlwind of new experiences and powerful emotions, the nervousness you feel at first subsumed beneath a swelling tide of need and instinct. Kyouko is as tender with you as she is enthusiastic - never pushing, but always eager for more. She shows your fingers where to touch, how to move, spurs you onward with her smile and the little gasps she makes. And she teaches you about your own body and how it feels to be kissed in all the tender places you've never bared to anyone before.
>Even at your most naked, she makes you feel safe beside her - always loving, never judging. Even when you fumble, she seems no less pleased by your efforts but guides you deeper, emboldening you with her own desire. Her smile is as sheltering as it is lustful, seeming to say that in this moment, nothing you do could be anything but right.
Touch me. Taste me. Make love with me.>You do.
>Even as your passions are spent, your tail still coils around her leg, holding her close to you, needing that physical connection to linger just a little longer; the warmth of her body pressed against yours feels so right that you're not sure you ever want to let her go again. The sheets lie in disarray around you and your body is slick with sweat and other things, but there is a deeper sense of peace within your heart than it may have ever known.
>Kyouko runs a hand gently across your cheek, her fingers lingering upon all the places that her lips have tasted tonight. You look up at her, letting yourself float upon the tenderness within her gaze. Then she leans down and plants a single kiss upon your lips, soft and fleeting - not the passionate kisses of earlier, but something quieter, gentler. Your body still shivers at the sensation.
>"That was really nice," she says.