The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 4
The top of Jayne Cobb’s head blew clean off. That’s the only way he could describe it as it happened. People talked about having their mind blown, and this had to be what it meant. Since the biggest part of his brain tended to be located where Kaylee Frye’s mouth was working at that very moment, it was a doubly accurate description.
Right after she had tenderly and thoroughly dried him down with a towel, she’d knelt down, ordered him to turn to face her and she’d started on wettin’ right specific parts of him. His eyes took it all in like he was sighting down Vera’s sleek length boring down on a potential kill. A living breathing all-over perfect wet dream was mucking up his ability to think straight so he simply stopped thinking, left everything on auto-pilot while his body went on a field trip.
He couldn’t take his eyes offa her head, her pretty hair, the small hand that alternately gripped him hard and circled up soft to where her mouth held him, then back down to where his cock rose up from its moorings at his groin.
She took him in deep, hand resting at his base, then pulling suction wet and hot, taking giving, back up to the purple head of him, fingers pulling toward her mouth, running all along his length to just in front of her lips and back down again. Her hand knew the pace, the squeeze, the rhythm and pulse he needed, god damn, she was the best he never knew could be. How’d she get to know this dance so friggin’ well?
Who cared? He sure didn’t care. Would be all luh-suh of an idiot to really have any need to question the gift of this. Couldn’t no-wise bring himself to care about anything just now, what with the move and sway of Kaylee’s mouth on him, her hand a graceful ministering acolyte praying service to him alongside her mouth, her tongue.
Her other hand didn’t lack for terrain ripe for torture neither. She plied it all soft and long up behind his low back, then ranged beneath him, running fingers along his ball sack, now sly
Oh that was priceless. Hot, and priceless.
I loved this: “What you gonna do down there, bench press me?”
What are you waiting for? Finish the gorram thing, Kaylee's gotta be about busting by now.
And, heee, to the others watching.
There's no chance of me holding my breath now, what with the panting and all. ;P
Can't wait for the crew's reaction. Well, actually I can, if it's going be as good as this was. See? I can be patient. For a little while at least...
::gigglesnort:: Poor Kaylee must be climbing the walls in frustration right about now. Can't wait to see what happens now that the crew knows!
Oh my! Kaylee really does have a thing about taking advantage of that poor man, doesn't she? :D
Two teeensy inconsistencies- Door to the engine room is level; no ladder. And Inara wasn't there when Kaylee returned from the ball. She was teaching Mal to swordfight. But these are just tiny inconsistencies in a hecka tasty fic!
Cannot WAIT to hear what Mal's gonna say! Lordee. He may just put them BOTH out the airlock!
i'll keep waiting for the next chapter. please hurry though. to quote ... well, you ... "there's slow dancing and then there's just gorram torture!"
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And this part 4 has a lot of uncertainity involved for Kaylee, even though it's been a subject matter brought up in all of this series.
>>>Deal with the questions and answers, no matter what they turned out to be.>>>
And this very statment sums up this installment in a nutshell.
Loved Inara's inner thoughts on Mal!
>>>And just as a plumber’s house tended to have leaky pipes, the lovely Guild-registered Companion found the captain to be the evidence of her failure at home on Serenity.>>>
I thought it was smart to have her so able to give advice on Kaylee's predicament but unable to hash out her own, even though that was right in character with the show.
It was just neat to read her inner thoughts on the man she so highly loves!
I want Inara's advice!
And then ending this on all things, having Mal find them! Priceless but a sign of a good writer when they hook you to the next chapter!
Cheers!
SAHS
KIM
Typo.
Love the inclusion of some Mal/Inara details as well as the main storyline here, and it the last one as well.
Just soft and fluffy :)
Can I make a request? Maybe some smutfic on Saffron? The woman is gorgeous, especially at the end of that episode when Mal catches her all pertied up. Not to mention her enormous delicates :p
‘Wa ch-ao, she held his eggs like she’d had a pair to learn on all her life. *betting she would, and treat them just like that, eggs...great description.
Jayne hated himself for having no gift with words. *Nope, he doesn't, but he's lucky you do.
He kicked at the bottom of the door, rewinding its crazy canted swinging. Now his big toe hurt too and that was actually good news, because the stinging singing pain took his mind off the tightness of his testicles, *LOL, loved it, saw it, laughed and laughed at the thought.
She was the consummate Guild Companion yet Serenity’s captain tore her down bit by bit. *Mal has a way of doing this, I'm glad you chose to bring it up here.
The door was opened enough for her to get her head around the edge to see Jayne laid out flat on the floor. His calves were the impediment to her entry but another small push slid them back away enough to get inside the room. *I love the thought of Jayne all, layed out after takin a dive on a wet floor.
‘S all I can think about anymore, playing you, breaking you, you ruttin' breaking me all to the outside of the sum of our stored-up carnal knowledge and back again.” *And again, Jayne, and his great ability to move a woman, with his pretty words. Oh, so pretty, and sensitive and the like.
Listen, can't say much except wow, the sex, leadin up to sex, thinkin' about sex, and kissin' before more sex, then a small contingent of crew, walkin' in on the almost there sex, lovin' it.
Part 5
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