Kaillas brought his hand up to stroke her back as he sat next to her, a silent "You're welcome." He reached across to bring his glass of water and took a sip before taking a bite of his food. He looked at her through the corner of his eye, smiling at her.
"We have a private kitchen. Perhaps I will start cooking for us more often." He could almost imagine it. Ophelia, his sisters, and himself. He would show his sisters or Ophelia how to cook. It brought a smile to his face.
He took another bite, trying to eat slower. He was hungry, though. He opened his legs, knocking his knee against her softly. "I'll male you whatever you." He said this knowing he only knew a few recipes. It would give him a chance to learn new recipes to make.
Ophelia leans lightly into Kaillas's touch, enjoying the comforting stroke on her back. She returns his smile, feeling a sense of contentment being in his presence. As he mentions the idea of cooking for them more often, her eyes lit up with interest. She would honestly love to see him cook more. It feels like a special little treat.
“I would love that!” She’s clearly enthusiastic on the matter. It’ll be fun to see how many recipes he knows. And perhaps he could teach her a few. She knows a couple of basic recipes but she would like to work on her skills and improve in the kitchen. It may not be necessary but she thinks it would be exciting.
She chuckles softly as his knee bumps against hers, making sure to return the favor. She contently eats her meal, taking her time and savoring it. It’s been awhile since she’s had anything with a kick to it. Granted, this is still mild but she’ll take what she can get.
(Sorry, I was not feeling very good yesterday. Once I got home from work I passed tf out)
Kaillas chuckled softly at her enthusiasm. How could he ever say no to her? Swallowing a bite of his food, he leaned over to kiss the side of her head. "Whatever you wish for, my darling." He would do anything in his power to get her anything she wanted. She had him wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it.
He finished his food rather quickly and pushed the plate aside. He woukd wait until Ophelia finished before getting up. He sipped some more if his water before turning his head to watch her with a gentle smile. He found he liked watching her. She could be doing the most mundane task and yet he woukd be content to watch her.
"There's some extra curry. You can have it tomorrow if you would like it." It should be cool enough by now that he could pack it away. Once she was finished he would deal with the dishes and pack away the left overs.
(Sorry to hear that! I hope you’re feeling better!)
Ophelia smiles at the kiss being placed on the side of her head, appreciating the affection. She’s perfectly clueless to how spoiled she is when it comes to Kaillas giving her what she wants. As far as she knows, he’s just as willing to do things for everyone. Either way, she appreciates how sweet and willing he is to make her happy.
After a few minutes, she finishes eating the rest of her food. It truly was delicious. Setting her fork down, she takes a few sips of her water. This meal has honestly been perfect. She loves that they were able to be by themselves, acting like a normal couple. They don’t get chances like these very often.
She stands up and gathers the plates. “I can do the dishes,” She says with a hum, feeling that it’s only fair. She doesn’t want him to have to do all of the work when she’s perfectly capable of doing a little cleaning. It won’t take her long.
(I think it's just allergies. It's been raining the past couple of days and it messes with my sinuses)
Kaillas opened his mouth to protest as she took both of their plates then quickly shut his mouth. He had a small shake of his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. He stood up and grabbed some containers out of the cabinet and packed away the leftover food. He set it in the fridge before grabbing the few pots and pans he used and placing them by the sink.
He moved to stand behind Ophelia, hands on her hips. "You don't have to do this," he murmured in her ear. "I can finish the rest if you want to head up to bed." He felt almost guilty for having his wife wash the dishes when he was perfectly capable of doing so. He had made the mess, it was only fair that he cleaned it up.
He slid his hands around her to wrap his arms around her waist. He would wait right here with her until she was finished and go up ti bed with him. He wasn't going anywhere without her.
(Ugh allergies suck! This time of year is the worst for it, especially will all the rain)
Ophelia piles the dishes up on the counter next to the sink and gets to work. She used the warm water water and a little bit of soap to scrub everything clean, wanting to make sure she does it properly so it’s not more work for the staff tomorrow. Focused on the task at hand, it takes her a moment to realize that her husband is behind her.
Feeling his hands on her hips, she leans back slightly into his embrace, relishing the attention. His words whispered in her ear causes her to turn her head a little to look at him. “I’m nearly done. I’ll finish them up and then we can head to bed together.” She’s perfectly fine to finish up the dishes.
She leans back into the sink and goes to finish up the dishes. It’ll only take her another couple of minutes and then she’ll be done. The task is a simple one but she wants to make sure that she does it properly instead of rushing through it.
(Ugh it's about to rain again and the ozone layer is terrible today. Apparently the world hates me.)
Kaillas could wait patiently until she finished washing the dishes then. He found it strange ti see her do something so mundane and realized that this was probably how she felt watching him cook. The thought had him placing his head on her chin and closing his eyes. He wasn't tired, he was content.
He pressed a soft kiss to her neck. It was nothing more than to show his appreciation for her. As she finished with the dishes, he reluctantly let her go and stepped aside. But only so he could take her hand and lead her to bed. "Come, my darling. Let go to bed."
He tugged her out of the kitchen and to the stairs. As they reached his room, he guided Ophelia to the bed while he peeled off to the closet to change into something for bed. He put on cotton sleep pants and decided to go shirtless for the night. He peeled off to the bathroom to wash his face and fix his hair. Then he treaded back into the bedroom and stopped just short of the bed and in front of Ophelia.
(That’s brutal! Hopefully you’re able to stay inside today to get a break from the nasty weather. It’s been storming all week here and I am suffering since I work all week)
Once all of the dishes are clean, Ophelia wipes them dry with a towel. She steals a glance at him when he places his head on hers. This immediately gets a smile from her. It brings her endless joy that he’s starting to warm up to physical affection. Every time he initiates handholding or holds her, she melts.
She steps away from the counter and takes his hand when the dishes are all done and put away. She follows after him, ready to get into bed. Today has been a long day but she’s not quite ready to sleep yet. She just wants to lay there and enjoy the peacefulness for a little while.
Entering the bedroom, she heads over to the bed and climbs in, getting herself propped up by two pillows. She waits for Kaillas to join her as she fiddles with her necklace. She’s not sure if she should take it off or not. She doesn’t want to mess it up.
Kaillas stood in the doorframe for a moment, watching Ophelia and debating himself what he wanted to do. It was half past nine, now, and no where near close to when he usually went to bed. Though they had a long day walking in the sun, it would likely to start to wear on him soon. But not yet.
He prowled forward and climbed on the bed. But not on his side, no. He climbed right over Ophelia, a smirk plastered on his lips. With no one to witness but the two of them, he would happily show her affection and intimate touches.
"Keep it on," he said in a low voice, jutting his chin towards the necklace. "It suits you." Not to mention he would love for her to wear only the necklace while he fu-
No, no he was not going to go there. He needed to get laid, badly. But he wouldn't do that with her. Not yet. And he had sworn off all other women. So that meant he had to wait. And the longer he waited, the worse it was going to get when she was finally ready for it.
Ophelia turns her attention to Kaillas when she sees him approaching the bed. She watches with surprise and confusion as he comes around to her side rather than his own. “What are you…..Oh!” She looks up at him, a bit startled when he goes over her. She’s wondering what he’s up to but she’s not sure if she’ll get any answers.
Glancing down at the necklace, she touches it lightly before giving a small nod. “Yes, you’ve made it very clear that you like this necklace,” She teases him with a laugh, unable to help herself. She’s starting to get more confident when it comes to joking around with him since she’s learning what their boundaries are.
She studies his face curiously, trying to figure out what’s going on through his head. She can’t read the expression on his face. “What are you thinking about?” She prompts, deciding that she needs to know what’s causing him to make that expression.
Kaillas let out a low chuckle at her surprise. Slipping one arm around her waist, he tugged her down on the bed so she was lying down and he settled on top of her. He bared most of his weight on his arms and knees. He knew he would crush her if he even attempted to put his full weight on top of her.
His eyes looked down at the necklace then back up at her face. He cocked his head to the side. "Oh? Is that so, darling?" If she wanted to tease him, he could do the same thing. And he would make it so much worse.
"Very bad things," he murmured, dipping his head to her throat. He lips skimmed the necklace, tugging the opal into his mouth for a moment. His lips brushed against her skin but didn't make solid contact. He released the necklace and brushed his nose along her soft skin.
Squeaking quietly, Ophelia doesn’t protest when Kaillas tugs her down onto the bed. She looks up at him, just host that he’s able to prop himself up so she doesn’t get flatten like a pancake. This position has her heart absolutely losing it. She knows that this is starting to get into dangerous territory.
The second Kaillas replies, she realizes what exactly she’s just done. She clears her throat nervously before deciding to not back down. Not yet. “Yes, that is so, darling.” A shiver runs down her spine when she hears him say what he was thinking.
She tips her head back ever so slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. The look on her face is priceless as she sees him briefly tug the opal into his mouth. Her cheek flush brilliantly as the dirtiest thoughts she’s ever had flash through her head.
Kaillas was treading dangerous territory. He knew that and yet he did not stop. He didn't want to. He knew his boundaries and hers, and while he would toe it, he wouldn't cross it.
He raised an eyebrow at her at her words. She was starting to grow a backbone and he liked it. He hoped that as she got more and more comfortable, that he saw more of this side of her. He grinned. He was going to have some fun now. He had merely knocked on the door, she was the one who opened it.
He was thinking very dirty thoughts about her, probably a lot worse than she was thinking. And one day, he would act his fantasies on her, at least the knew she was okay with.
Her neck was tilted back, expecting his lips to connect with the skin. But she had been bad. She didn't get what she wanted. He leaned forward, his lips just barely skimming her neck, teasing her. His lips traveled up her neck to her ear where he nipped at the lobe. "Is something the matter, darling?"
Ophelia is motionless as Kaillas toys with her, his lips tantalizingly close to her skin. She can’t deny the exhilaration she feels, the mixture of anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. His words are effecting her more than she cares to admit, and she swallows hard, trying to gather her thoughts.
"Nothing's the matter," She to manages to reply, her voice slightly shaky. She’s trying hard to not lose her cool and to appear even just a little confident but it’s proving to be difficult. She knows that she wears her emotions on her sleeves and there’s nothing she can do about it.
Her heart pounds so loudly in her chest that she’s certain the whole house can hear it. The uncertainty of what will come next is exciting yet terrifying. The air is thick with tension, their desires entangled in a dangerous dance. She knows that she ja crossing into uncharted territory, but she’s willing to explore, to push the boundaries of her own inhibitions, even just a little.
(I teach swim lessons for one of my coworkers and her SIL, and the SIL gave my number out to some other moms who needs swim lessons for their kids and now the texts won't stop coming in and I hate having to tell people no. But I'm gonna have to cut it off soon. Cause I already have two other jobs)
Kaillas could feel just how much he was affecting her. He coukd feel her tensing body. Could sense the turmoil as she tries to speak to him. Her voice was shaky and it made his lips pull up in a smirk. He rolled the lobe of her ear between his teeth, tugging gently before pulling away.
"Is that so?" He drawled. He highly doubted that everything was okay with her. But he loved teasing her. He loved watching her pretend this wasn't bothering her, that she didn't want to squirm.
As if testing the waters, he placed his hand on his waist, itching up her ribs until his fingers just brushed against the underside of her breast. If she was okay with it, he would go further. Continuing to tease her, he brushed his lips along her neck. But he never made full contact. He never fully kissed her. With his knees, he nudged her legs open so he could settle between them.
(That sounds so stressful. It’s great that the people like you enough to recommend you but it’s too bad that it’s getting overwhelming. It’s hard to say no to people but you don’t want to screw your self over, especially since you have two other jobs which is hectic enough)
This man is going to be the end of her, she just knows it. The soft touches and the gentle tugging of her earlobe is unraveling her. She doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’s affecting her. She’s determined to keep her cool and to not squirm.
“Yes.” Her tone is still far from confident but she’s a little less shaky than before. It takes a moment before she allows herself to move. She cautiously runs her hands down his chest, her fingers lightly exploring his sculpted abs. She’s timid but wanting to test the waters.
“Kaillas.” She nearly whimpers out his name. The teasing is driving her mad. Every time she thinks he’s going to kiss her, it’s just another brush of his lips against her skin. She knows that she started this and now she’s practically begging for some mercy. The roaming of his hand doesn’t go unnoticed by her. She wants him to continue but she’s not sure how to ask. Her legs spread open for him with ease at the light nudge from his knees.
(It will be alot and stressful but it will only be until sept at the latest. And I could use the money tbh. I'm going back to college in August so I have to reduce my hours. So any extra money is helpful. It just means I probably won't be on here as much.)
While her little "yes" was convincing, Kaillas wasn't easily fooled. He knew better than that. He could read it in her body language. Her tense, lithe body. Her cautious hands on his chest. He pressed his chest further into her hands, silently telling her it was okay to touch her.
Her whimper could have sent him to his knees if he weren't already laying atop her. He let out a shaky breath. He hadn't been expecting that. He wanted to hear all of her whimpers and moans. He needed them. His eyes fluttered shut and he placed his forehead on her shoulder. He took a moment to regain himself before raising his head.
"Yes, darling?" He asked as though he had no idea what the problem was. Even though he most certainly did know what was wrong. He fell between her open legs, hips settling against hers. He dropped his roaming hand to grip her thigh. He guided it over his hip, encouraging her to hold onto him. He wanted her to touch him. He never wanted her to stop.
(That transition from working a lot to going back to college sucks since your income dwindles. Especially since everything is so damn expensive I’ve been doing full time college while working full time (not fun). At least the stress of your jobs will mellow out a little soon. Just gotta keep looking forward to that)
All of her hesitations almost instantly disappear when she hears Kaillas’ shaky breath followed by him tucking his head into her shoulder. Good lord. She broke him. She actually got him a proper reaction from him and she hadn’t even meant that. The realization excites her much more than she thought it would. She lightly nuzzles his cheek, admittedly quite pleased with herself.
“You know what. Don’t make me beg,” She whines softly, tracing patterns with her fingers along his chest. She peers up at him with big doe eyes, silently pleading without actually resorting to begging. She hopes that it’ll work and she can get him to cave on this for her.
Her nails dig into his skin when he settles his hips against hers, her body reacting strongly to the contact. Feeling his hand gripping at her thigh, she lets him arrange her leg so it’s settled on his hip. She lifts her head a little and peppers a few kisses along his neck, just needing him.
(District manager is at work tonight so I probably won't be able to respond until tonight)
Kaillas let himself breathe as she nuzzled his cheek. He took the moment of calmness to regain his composure. And when he raised his head from her neck, his smirk was back on his lips and his teasing attitude returned. Just because she affected him didn't mean he would let her incapacitate him.
He wanted her to beg. He wanted to hear those sweet little pleas as she begged him for more. To kiss her, to touch her. It would be enough to send a man over the edge. And it would be almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. He decided on that split second whether to torture her further or give in. But she had teased him in the middle of that jewelry shop. She deserved every bit of this.
He nipped at her neck once before raising his head and looking down at her. He shook his head, feigning innocence. "I don't know what. You're going to have to tell me, darling, if you want me to do something to you."
Ophelia narrows her eyes at him playfully when he feigns innocence. She knows better than to believe what he’s saying. Nevertheless, it seems like she’s not going to be getting her way this time. She can’t even pout about this. It’s her own fault. She had known there would be some sort of consequence to teasing him about the necklace not once but twice.
For a moment, she just peers up at him, weighing her options in her head. She can either give him what he wants or she can try to get him to cave again. Her chances of getting away with puppy dog eyes are low this time so she’s going to have to go with the other option. Fine. If he wants her to beg then she will. She’s going to make this difficult as possible for him. Two can play at this game.
Not really sure how far to take this, she starts off with something she feels like is pretty safe. “Please stop teasing me Kaillas,” She pleads with him, adding a hint of desperation in her tone. “I need you to touch me. I can’t handle this teasing anymore. Please.”
There was no stopping the floodgates that had opened at her beautiful pleas. She was desperate and needy. It was like a dam had broken.
He let out a loud groan. He ground his hips, and his desire, into her hips while kissing her hard on her lips. He was surprised he had held put for as ling as he did. His hand left her thigh and crept back up her waist until he could grip her breast. He could have weeded with how perfect it fit in his hand.
"Oh, darling," he murmured between kisses, "You're so good. Such a good girl." He hoped he hadn't over stepped. The words had slipped out before he had realized what he said. He didn't cease kissing her but he slowed down just a bit in case she reacted negatively to the words.
Relief floods her body when she realizes that her pleas have worked. She kisses him back feverishly, her moan muffled against his lips as she instinctively lifts her hips to move them against his. She’s desperate and needy, finishing herself unraveling at his touches. She finds herself craving more.
She loosely wraps her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. She lets out a quiet gasp of pleasure when his hand finds her breast. She fits perfectly in his hand.
His words fluster her more than anything he’s said before. The praise excites her in ways she can’t explain. “Say that again,” She requests, barely managing to pull her lips away from his long enough to breath that out.
Kaillas was flattening his body against hers, pressing as close to her body as he could without hurting her. She was heaven. Surely he had died and gone to heaven. Because there was nothing that could compare to this. He wished so badly that she was ready to take this further, that she was ready to go the whole way. But he would stop it before then. That didn't mean other things couldn't happen.
A moan slipped past his lips as he felt her hand in his hair. He continually rolled his hips against hers. His desire was straining against his pajama pants. One day, they would be without all of these barriers.
His heart stopped and started again at her words. He almost didn't believe them. Say that again. He would. He would praise her all night long if she needed it. Because she was doing so good. She responded so good to him.
His hand massaged her breast. He doubted that she had even touched herself like this. He would take it easy at first, light squeezes and touches. Perhaps he would go as far brushing his thumb over the peak. "You're such a good girl," he lifted his head just far enough to say the words. "You're doing so good. Look at you, my darling girl."
