Kiss Me

Five months later…

“Kaylent!’ I called in a sing-song voice, seeing the man I loved turning towards me from where he stood on the plane.

“Yes my love?” He asked, bowing like a butler and causing me to laugh a little. We were sitting in first class.

“I want you.” I spoke slowly, the man coming towards me and setting down beside me before scooting me out of the way, pulling me onto his lap, “to tell me…where we’re going.” I whispered into his ear.

Three days ago, he dropped the bomb that we were going somewhere in a plane for our half-year anniversary. He just told me to pack some clothes, nothing about where we were going or anything. We didn’t even go through the airport. We were driven out to the plane in a car and I was blindfolded and had ear plugs in in case anyone was talking about our destination.

Kaylent’s mentorship of me ended last month, though we still see one another very often. Of course I’d want to see my boyfriend a lot. He now finally has a chance to look at all of the offers and see which ones he would really like to do and which he would rather not.

When he told me about our trip, he also mentioned something about choosing the offer he really wanted; rather than any one certain offer, he wanted to work with his old photographer, the one who made him who he was. He said there was something else, but that I’d have to wait until we got to our destination to find out exactly what it was.

Griffin and Jeremy are still very much in love and will be traveling Europe together for a little while, just being together and enjoying the sites. Necalli as well is moving forward; Griffin found him a new photographer, Octavio, I believe his name to be.

“I’m not telling. You’ll just have to wait and see a little bit longer.” He chuckled, pecking my pouted lips. “Take a nap.” He told me, letting me lean back and rest my head against his shoulder. “We’ll be there in no time.”

Kaylent was right. It seemed like not five minutes before I was opening my eyes. Kayly was shaking me awake slightly. I loved how he wasn’t bothered by the girly-sounding nick name. When he asked why I didn’t call him Kay, I told him it was far too generic a name. He rolled his eyes at that.

“Look.” He whispered into my ear, arms around my waist, one removing itself to pull up the shade on the window of the airplane.

Looking outside, I saw the Eiffel Tower. It took a minute to register that I just saw the fucking Eiffel Tower. “Oh, my gosh…we’re in France.” I breathed out, unable to imagine how this happened.

“We’re still about half an hour away from our final destination, but yes, we are in France.” Kaylent said. I was still in too much shock to realize what was going on. “My old photographer gave me the option of choosing who I wanted to be my partner for his campaigns, as long as he liked them. I showed him some of your work and he agreed.” Kaylent bit his lip, speaking quickly, excitedly to me.

My eyes were wide. “I’m still in shock that were in France!” I exclaimed, hugging him suddenly. “Thank you so much, Kaylent, for everything.” I whispered, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Happy half-year anniversary.” He murmured, smiling widely at me, knowing just how happy I was at the moment.

It didn’t take long for us to get to our hotel room from the plane, and when we did, I was even more amazed. We had the penthouse suite, a view a Paris on our horizon.

“Kaylent…” I whispered, walking towards him, ignoring out bags waiting to be packed. I kissed his lips slowly. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now; I knew I wanted Kaylent to be my first, I just didn’t know when the right time was.

About a month ago, I decided it would be on our half-year anniversary, and this just perfected the moment. “Kaylent…”I said again, my voice lower, huskier this time.

I slipped my arms around his torso, feeling every inch of him, pulling his shirt over his head slowly. Kaylent reattached our lips. “If you’re sure baby,” was all he said, looking into my eyes. We both knew what was about to happen.

“I’m positive.” I said and took off my own shirt to prove my point. Kaylent nodded, trailing his sinful fingers along my chest, rolling one of my nipples between his fingers as I leaned up on my tip toes to reattach our lips.

He lifted me by my hips, carrying me towards the huge bed that was in the center of the room, against the wall.

Kaylent kissed me, our lips meshing against one another perfectly, moving at the same time, in the same rhythm.

I felt his hands at my belt, fumbling a little with it and giggled, leaning back and undoing my belt, lifting my hips so Kayly could rip my pants off, boxers included.

I flushed a little but moved to take off Kaylent's pants, not wanting to be the only one naked. We have seen each other naked before and have done small things, but this would be our first time together.

"Toppin?" Kaylent asked, drawing my eyes towards him. "I love you." He whispered, kissing me, not giving me time to take off his pants until he took them off himself.

"I love you too baby." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning sensually when he ground his hips into mine.

I lifted my hips once more, feeling Kaylent move down, licking and sucking at my thighs, teasingly ignoring the one place I so desperately wanted him to touch.

He licked a finger, pushing it into my entrance. I gasped softly, biting my lip as he angled it and hit my prostate, causing me to scream softly.

Finally sucking on my dick, I felt the stinging continue up my spine as Kaylent added more fingers. Pleasure coursed through my body as he did this, and I pulled his lips off of my hard member to attach them to my lips, his fingers still inside of me.

"H-harder," I whispered into his ear, begging for it. "Kayly...f-fuck me." I pleaded.

"Will do my dear." He said, kissing me roughly and pushing my thighs even further apart to allow space for something much larger than a few fingers. He pushed into me gently, not wanting to harm me. I felt him slow down his pushing once tears leaked from my eyes, the pain nearly unbearable.

I scolded him, "don't you dare stop." I breathed out, the man keeping his body still until I nodded. "Go."

Kaylent pulled out and pushed back into me, thrusting deep inside and hitting my prostate dead on, sending a shock throughout my body.

"Nghh..." I moaned, biting my finger to try and hold in the moans that spewed embarrassingly loud from my lips.

Kaylent put his lips in the way of my finger, kissing me, "I won't stop as long as you don't hold in your moans," he teased, still ramming himself into me.

Flushing and fishing the sheets, I let out every noise, screaming when he nailed me with a particularly hard thrust.

Kaylent grunted with pleasure, grabbing my dick and pounding it, making me cum harder than I ever have before, my insides squeezing around Kaylent and causing him to orgasm inside of me, calling one another’s names as we did so.

"Oh, baby," Kayly whispered into my ear, pulling me into his side, letting me rest my head on his sweaty chest after using a sheet to clean ourselves up. "You're beautiful, my model, mon amour." He continued, staring into my eyes, a silly smile on his face.

I giggled, pecking his lips. “I love it when you speak to me in French.” I whispered.

He had been learning it with some computer program for a while now; I didn’t know that we’d actually be going to France, or I would have paid more attention when he was doing it when I was over.

“Though I don’t know what you’re saying.” I pouted.

“It’s alright baby, I’ll teach you.” Kaylent chuckled, pressing our lips together and slipping an arm around my waist, rubbing his hand along the skin of my waist lightly.

“How do you say ‘I love you’?” I asked, snuggling up close to him.

“Je t'aime” My lover whispered to me.

“Well then, Je t’aime, Kaylent.” I said, seriously.

“Je t'aime aussi, Toppin, more than words could ever express.” He said back and I kissed his chest before jumping out of the bed, pulling him with me. “Where are we going?” He laughed good-naturedly.

“To shower and then explore!” I exclaimed, “we’re in Paris, we can snuggle as much as we want when we get back home.” I whispered and stopped, leaning up on my toes to press our lips together, laughing before tugging him after me into the shower.

We’ve got a city to see and I wouldn’t rather see it with anyone other than the man who brought me here.