WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. I marked this clearly in the header. The sex is graphic, but all loving and consensual (and not that much worse than a typical romance novel). If reading sex scenes like that would offend you, please don't read this.

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Part 2 A Mismatch Made in Heaven

Enjoying the novel feel of his hands gliding along her naked back, wanting even more contact with his body, Kitty forgot her earlier shyness and shifted her hands downward, running her palms and fingertips over him curiously in turn, as she gradually pushed the coversheet downward. She paused once it was down around waist-level to slide her arms in under his back and hug him to her tightly, squeezing her breasts against his bare chest, instinctively trying to find a bit of relief from the aching need in those small, firm mounds, especially in the rapidly hardening tips. She heard Pete's low laugh again as she felt him lifting her up and away but, before she had a chance to come up with another question or protest, she tore her mouth from his and gasped, throwing her head up and arching her back as his hands snaked into the small gap opened up between their bodies to grasp her breasts and massage them soothingly.

Kitty's dancer's agility and flexibility let her arch downward in turn to recapture his mouth, without any additional urging needed from him, leaving just enough space between their bare upper bodies for his hands to continue stimulating her breasts. The diffuse warmth from his kneading those small firm mounds was accented by more concentrated heat from his practiced fingers teasing her hard engorged nipples, and the fever he was igniting in her spread downward rapidly to center in the valley between her legs.

As she shifted around atop him in aroused response to his roughened palms on her delicate skin while his fingers expertly rubbed and tweaked at her erect nipples, Kitty could frequently feel his hot rockhard flesh bumping against her thighs and hips and stomach through the thin bedsheet still tangled around them. She wriggled around even more in an unplanned but determined attempt to push away the sheet and feel his bare skin against her down there too.

Wisdom was fighting a losing battle with the raging desire aroused by Kitty's continued squirming against his body as she worked at getting the sheet out from between them without moving far enough away to break off their kiss, his skin tingling and shivering everywhere she touched him, groaning deep in his throat as her fingers slid ever downward toward his aching manhood. Lost in her own sensations, Kitty was stupefied when Pete released her breasts suddenly and grabbed her wrists instead, pulling her hands up and away from him. She jerked her head back to stare at him worriedly. "What? What did I do wrong?"

He kicked himself mentally for not thinking about how she'd interpret his reflex action. "Nothin', love, yer doin' just fine. Yer doin' too good -- I'm too ready already, is all, we got t' slow down a bit."

It never even occurred to Kitty she could simply phase away from his gentle but firm grip on her wrists. Instead, she just lay quiescent and looked back at him, head tilted so he could see her small white teeth gnawing at her lower lip nervously. "I don't understand. What's wrong? Why do you want to slow down?"

Wisdom let go her wrists to wrap his arms around her and tug her down to lie flat on his chest, murmuring softly into her hair, "I tol' you, nothin's wrong, love. It's just -- you touch me down there, an' I'm goin' t' explode. An' I don't want t' do that, t' rush you like, see? I want time t' get you ready."

"Why, because I don't know what I'm doing?" Kitty's uncomfortable self-doubt made her miss the tender concern in his voice and his words and snap back at him in irritation at what she perceived as his condescension, as she pushed up against his loose grasp to prop herself up on his chest where she could stare at him challengingly. "Pete, what would you do -- right now -- if you were with anyone else, if you were here with someone experienced?"

He gazed back at her quizzically, trying to identify and understand what was behind her rapid change of mood. She just kept looking at him, one small hand beating an impatient tattoo on his chest, until he finally admitted a bit grudgingly, "Have us a quick one t' take me edge off like, then start over an' play, nice an' slow, while warmin' up again..."

"Ok, you said you'd teach me everything, so let's start with that."

He caught at the hand still absentmindedly tapping on his chest, and brought it up to his mouth to nip at her fingers, then plant a kiss in her palm. "Trust me -- that ain't a good way t' start yer lessons, Pryde."

She pulled her hand away from him, and determinedly reached down to slide it as far down beneath the sheet as she could, past the tangles, far enough to run her fingers along the bony ridge of his hip. "Why not? What, you don't think I can handle it or something?" She was still trying to hide her nervousness, but her blustering gave her away.

"No, I just think yer probably a bit sore from last night, is wot, that's why I want us t' go slow." This time Wisdom's reply was sharper. He was still trying to control his own need for her sake (and for his own -- after all, he quite selfishly wanted her to enjoy their next encounter so Kitty would want to continue the new relationship) and her hand trying once again to burrow through the sheet to his lower body wasn't helping him much.

"I'm fine, Pete, really." Unconsciously, Kitty's own sharp tone had softened noticeably as soon as she heard the irritated note in his voice, trying to soothe it away. "But you did promise me last night that you'd teach me everything -- remember? -- so now I'm asking you to please teach me this. I want us to do whatever you want to now, whatever you need from me, ok? I'm not sore, so don't let that stop you."

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and succeeded in stifling his exasperated groan. "Wot I want, wot I need, love, is t' get you ready..." He slid his hands down to clasp her around her slender waist and pull her body upward along his, until her breasts were just above his head. Wisdom heard Kitty's soft cry as his mouth fastened onto one soft mound, his lips and teeth and tongue taking over the welcome job of further stimulating the sensitive nipple, one of his hands rising again to keep her other breast from feeling neglected, while he finished his thought to himself, "...so I can get meself back inside you as fast as I can..."

But the move he'd intended to distract her from further exploration too near his rampant manhood turned out to be a strategic mistake, as Pete immediately discovered. True, it gave him better access to her breasts, which he'd been delighted the night before to find exquisitely sensitive and responsive, but it also freed her hips from the sheet which had been tangled around them, and Kitty lost no time in kicking the flimsy fabric away from their bodies.

Now there was no barrier left between them and he felt her naked legs and trim hips, her flat belly and the chestnut curls below rubbing against him in excruciatingly sensitive places. Pete might yet have managed to hold back and continue arousing her but then Kitty twisted around atop him until her warm soft hand closed on his straining erection. The clumsy fumbling of her small fingers stroking him curiously, curling around him lightly, affected him more strongly than any more practiced and deliberate technique could have, and the last vestiges of his self-control evaporated in an instant.

It took only a few seconds for Pete to roll their tightly entwined bodies over, so that she lay supine under him, and to thrust deep within her, spreading her legs apart with his own. But he had no time to enjoy the welcome heat and tightness finally surrounding him, as her soft cry at the sudden penetration brought him out of his momentary daze to notice her body tensed stiffly under his. Wisdom froze, then, supporting most of his weight above her on his elbows and forearms against the bed on either side of her, not wanting to hurt her any more by further movement. "Aw, bloody hell, Kitty, I'm sorry..." Pete muttered gruffly, head hanging, afraid to look at her face, cursing himself silently for his own selfish impatience right after he'd resolved to concentrate on pleasuring her, irrationally but completely convinced he'd just spoiled the wonderful, fragile thing magically starting to blossom between them with one ill-considered move. He couldn't avoid wondering, fleetingly, if reminding her of his earlier warnings against exactly this eventuality might help his case any, but he couldn't bring himself to try to shift his own blame onto her.

But he didn't have to. Although he wasn't watching her carefully at the moment and thus wasn't aware of it, her thoughts closely parallelled his own. Kitty had been actually more surprised than physically hurt when he'd driven himself into her so unexpectedly, and she quickly ignored any minor aches and twinges at the still-unaccustomed stretching when she saw his appalled reaction to her momentary rigidity. A small part in the back of her mind acknowledged wryly that she couldn't fairly blame him for her getting exactly the lesson she'd asked for, intentionally or -- as was so obvious in this case -- not, especially not after he'd carefully warned her and she'd deliberately kept pushing him anyway, certain that she knew herself better than he could. But the vast majority of her attention was on how to immediately repair the unexpected consequences to her companion, rather than on herself.

As Wisdom began pulling back from her slowly, gingerly, she quickly wrapped her arms around his back and wound her legs around his hips and buttocks and thighs, stopping his retreat. He strained against her hold for another minute, gently, not wanting to cause her any more pain, but then let himself collapse down, shuddering, into her soothing embrace at hearing her murmuring, "It's alright, Pete, don't worry, I'm fine, relax, everything's going to be alright," over and over, her lips buried in his hair while his head lay pillowed on her breasts.

Her little automatic rocking motions couldn't really move his heavy body much at all, but were more than enough to reawaken his raging need as her tiny shifts in balance and weight subtly massaged the shaft still held snugly within her. As his unreasoning terror of her disgusted rejection faded away in a wondering glow of renewed love and passion, Wisdom began thrusting into her again, moderating his speed and depth at first but losing control again quickly. Kitty was already aroused enough that any residual discomfort quickly vanished from her consciousness, replaced by a newly familiar, growing inner fire that soon had her matching his rhythm, instinctively lifting her hips up to meet his every stroke eagerly, to increase his penetration even further, gasping herself in time with the deep groans punctuating his every thrust.

After a short time, however, before she could spiral up and over the heights of mindless ecstasy he'd made her reach the previous night, Wisdom suddenly stiffened in her embrace, his hips forcing her down into the bed as he arched his back and let out a hoarse cry of heartfelt relief before dropping back down onto her body limply, mumbling another confused, almost inaudible apology. Kitty wrapped her arms and legs around him even more tightly, crooning reassuringly. She understood what he'd meant now, but she couldn't regret what had just happened. She might have missed some fraction of her own satisfaction, but this time she'd remained fully aware of her partner's response instead.

She remembered the incredible pleasure she'd experienced their first time, vividly. But it had so overwhelmed her that, after a certain point, she'd been mostly unaware of her new lover's reactions, too caught up in her own intoxicating, unfamiliar response. Waking up this morning, Kitty had almost run from Pete, afraid she could never return him even a small fraction of what he'd given her so generously. But watching him now, she couldn't possibly doubt that his pleasure in her was just as great as what he'd given her, unbelievable though she might have thought that. And the mental picture of seeing that, the emotional satisfaction of knowing that, outweighed even the ecstatic physical sensations she'd been initiated into the night before.

It was a few moments before Wisdom recovered enough to lift his head, and a few minutes beyond that before he could get up the nerve to do so, and see Kitty's reaction. Her tight hold on him was soothing, reassuring, as were her words. But Pete knew he'd see the truth when he looked into those big expressive brown eyes that were a window into her soul. And, despite the soft tone and the warm embrace, he still expected to see some lingering disappointment there, a hint of blame at his failure. So he was stunned to see a wondering contentment in those glowing orbs, instead.

"You do want me, Pete, don't you." It wasn't the hesitant question of the insecure, self-conscious girl he'd been with last night; it was a factual statement by a happy, self-confident woman, glorying -- gloating, actually -- in the knowledge of her effect on her man. Pete realized his obvious infatuation with her physical charms had stumbled onto and healed something hurt deep within her psyche, just as Kitty's spiritual beauty and goodness had reached down inside him to reawaken the self-respect and conscience he'd thought long dead and buried.

"There ain't no one -- or nothin' -- I want more, love, now or ever," he assured her, his voice a deep husky growl that raised goosebumps all over her skin and sent shivers chasing up and down her spine, the simple words somehow much easier to believe that any more polished declaration.

Kitty smiled back at him, stretching out luxuriously, but still keeping a loose hold on him. "Now what? I seem to remember you saying something earlier about starting over and playing, nice and slow?"

"Bloody hell, Pryde, I think I found me a flippin' sex maniac hidin'

under that sweet innocent act o' yers." But his pleased, admiring tone and his quick hug belied his grumbling words. "I was thinkin' more along the lines o' gettin' us freshened up, like." He rolled off the bed and onto his feet, holding out a hand to her invitingly. "Ever hear that ol' saw, 'You wash my back, I'll wash yours'?"

Continued in Part 3 All Traditions Start Somewhen