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 7 The Lesson Continues

She lay back enjoying his practiced ministrations for quite a while, feeling the heat spreading from her breasts downwards, lifting one leg up to lay over him and help hold him against her instinctively, without any instruction needed. But eventually Kitty stirred, tugging at his thick black hair gently, murmuring "Pete?"

"Mmm?" That indistinguishable question was mumbled into her chest, where Wisdom was quite busy, trying to make sure both her perfect little breasts got equal attention.

"Pete, stop that..." But Kitty didn't sound too convincing, as her breath caught in a wordless little gasp as his teeth nipped delicately at her, followed immediately with a soothing lick from his hot tongue.

"Wot?" He lifted his head, reluctantly, to peer up at her from under lowered brows. "You want I should go shave, like, or somethin'?" They'd showered earlier, but he hadn't bothered shaving, and he frowned down now at her silky smooth skin, kicking himself for that thoughtless oversight. He couldn't think of any other likely reason for her unexpected request. She had certainly seemed to be enjoying their current activities, based on her squirming and moaning and the way she was clutching his head to her.

"No, of course not, silly." Actually, she loved the prickly feel of his short dark stubble rubbing against her, it was a whole separate unique sensation to enjoy, one more thing about him she couldn't imagine doing without after the first instant. "But this is supposed to be you teaching me what to do for you, remember?"

"You're doin' a lot fer me right now, love," Pete leered at her, before bending down once more to suck hard at a tempting pink bud. "Just relax, an' enjoy..."

"Pete, I'm serious. I can't enjoy this if I don't know what to do for you." But it was so tempting, to just lie back and revel in the feel of his mouth and hands on her, that Kitty had to force herself to lift his head away, holding his face gently in her palms to force him to look up at her.

Looking down into those big, soulful brown eyes, Wisdom sighed. He could run a scam or bluff when his job required it, but he wasn't any good with words, not when it came to something as important as this, and he didn't know how to convince Kitty she was already as perfect physically and sexually as she was spiritually. She was willing and eager, which was wonderful, and she didn't seem to have any prejudices or aversions to anything he'd shown her so far, which was more than he could have hoped. She was curious and she was stubborn, both of which were definitely a mixed blessing, but she was more than a bit insecure for someone so smart and beautiful and responsive, which he wanted to get her past as quickly as possible, and she wanted all the knowledge that would come naturally with more experience immediately, which wasn't how life worked. "Right, then, love, you can finish takin' off me pants if you want..."

Kitty looked at him skeptically, thinking his reply some new kind of sarcasm. "I took your pants off already."

"Them were me trousers, you ignorant little American," he grinned back at her. "If you could speak proper English, you'd know pants were wot goes under trousers."

"Hey, I've lived over here for a while now. But somehow the subject of the exact difference between pants and trousers just never came up in casual conversation with Brian or Dai or Alistaire." Kitty was so busy giggling over the reminder of Pete's colorful underwear that Alistaire's name came out automatically, without a trace or hesitancy or discomfort. "So, you want me to take your pants off?"

Before Pete could shift his weight off her, or lift his hips to let her slide his underwear off, Kitty lifted one long, graceful leg up over his back, first bending it to hook her toes into the waistband of his boxers, then lifting it while phasing his shorts so that they came off through his body. She held her leg up and out, colorful boxers hanging on her toes, and giggled "Taa daa!" before shaking her foot and letting them drop onto the floor by the bed.

He couldn't help laughing at the smug smirk on her face, then quieted when he noticed she wasn't joining in his mirth, her self-congratulatory expression fading to be replaced by one of intent concentration as Kitty stared at his uncovered manhood. Pete felt himself twitching and hardening in response to those enormous brown eyes fixed on him in rapt fascination. Before he could prompt her, Kitty slid downward on the bed and reached out to stroke him, obviously awestruck as her feather-light touch made him get harder, grow bigger, revelling in her effect on him as Wisdom guided her hands, showing her where to hold him, how to work him, while he groaned his escalating arousal to her evident pleasure.

After a while just handling her new lover, slowly gaining confidence from both his soft vocal encouragement and his obvious physical response, Kitty couldn't resist temptation any more. Gathering all her courage, she leaned down and touched her lips to the velvet-soft, rock-hard flesh that seemed to be straining upward just begging for her attention and care. Then she jumped back immediately, as his whole body jerked at that brief contact. "I'm sorry, Pete," she mumbled contritely. "I didn't mean to do anything wrong."

"Bloody hell, Pryde, would you stop beatin' yerself up all th' time! Yer doin' great!" Then it was his turn to wince and worry, when he saw the stunned look at his irritated exclamation in the glorious eyes fixed on him so anxiously. He'd gotten to know -- and even, secretly, to admire -- the smart, competent, self-confident Shadowcat in the weeks since his assignment as official observer to Excalibur, but now he needed to get to know the private Kitty, the woman he was quickly falling in love with. But this wasn't the right time to try to find out why she was so surprisingly insecure about herself in this situation, Wisdom kicked himself mentally, as he set himself to reassure her yet again. That could wait until later. "I'm sorry I jumped an' scared you, love. That just felt so damn good -- too good. You touch me there again like that, an' I'll be off an' done in just a few minutes. An' I already lost it once, this mornin'..."

"Would that be so bad?" Pete unsuccessfully tried to hide a fond grin at Kitty's serious tone, touched by the way her forehead furrowed in puzzlement. "I wouldn't mind, Pete, really I wouldn't... I enjoyed this morning, you know..." Kitty could feel her whole body begin to tingle, remembering the satisfaction she'd felt watching him lose himself in her.

Wisdom laughed, and Kitty looked down, blushing, afraid she'd said something silly in her inexperience. But he reached over to stroke her face softly, and say with an admiring note in his voice that made her even more pink-cheeked, only now from pleasure, "Y' know, love, yer right. It's nice t' come together but I can take care o' you later if I need to."

Before she'd had any time to ask more questions or wonder what he meant by his last comment, his hands in her hair were lightly guiding her head back to his straining erection. Needing no further encouragement, Kitty bent to kiss him again, her lips touching him tentatively at first, but soon licking and sucking enthusiastically as his groans and jerks demonstrated his appreciation of her efforts. When she had trouble taking in his full length, Pete showed her how to use her hands together with her mouth, but he quickly forgot about lessons. Seeing Kitty bent low to work him, feeling her hot mouth and tongue and fingers on him, quickly sent him spiralling over the edge.

Kitty choked a bit in her inexperience, but she was determined to do this for him, and was rewarded by discovering it wasn't really hard -- no more than a few spoonfuls to swallow, and an odd but intriguing taste that lingered pleasantly on her palate. She was actually sorry when it seemed over. She let him slip out of her mouth slowly, reluctantly, when Pete's hands still tangled in her thick hair gently pulled her head up and away, fascinated anew by the softening she could see and feel, while his body gradually stopped shuddering.

Then she stared up at him, doubt starting to grow in her expressive brown eyes, as she asked hesitantly, "Pete? Did I do that right?" After waiting what felt like forever and getting no reply, Kitty pulled back a little further against his loose hold, starting to worry again. "Pete? Did I do something wrong? Are you ok?"

"Gimme a minute, love, you about destroyed me." His chest heaving, Wisdom worked at catching his breath, while Kitty watched him just a bit anxiously, hoping that was a good thing to be accused of. She suddenly remembered what he'd done for her the night before, and rolled off the bed to go into the bathroom. After she'd rinsed off the sticky residue on her hands and face, quickly, she moistened some washcloths, and brought them and a dry towel back out with her. Sitting down next to his still-prone body, she reached out a hand, tentatively, to swipe at the sticky stains on his body, then smiled hapilly when she was immediately rewarded with his heartfelt groan of relief at the refreshing coolness. She washed him off then, with increasing confidence, and dried him too, before neatly gathering the towels and taking them back into the bathroom.

Coming back again, she found Pete sitting up on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress next to him and grinning at her, "Yer turn, love." He got up just as soon as she sat down and, as she looked back at him in surprise, leaned over her to press back gently on her shoulders until she lay on the bed, across its width, her sleek legs hanging over the side. Gripping her by the hips, lightly, he tugged her nearer the edge, then knelt down next to the bed between her legs while she lifted her head to stare at him wide-eyed. "What on earth are you doing down there, Pete?"

"Takin' care o' you, just like I said I would," he smirked back. "Besides, you tol' me I could worship you later, O Goddess o' Computin', remember?" He lifted her legs to lie draped over his shoulders, then burrowed his head in-between and began licking and sucking at her.

After her introduction to oral manipulation the night before, Kitty didn't need any further encouragement to spread her legs wider apart, to give Wisdom better access, her hands tangled in his unruly black hair to hold his head to her. And, under his expert administration of lips and teeth and tongue to her already sensitized core, it didn't take long at all for her to start gasping and moaning her growing arousal, until Pete had to keep tight hold of her hips to hold down her bucking body. But, unlike the night before, he didn't pull back when she was on the verge of exploding, he just kept working her until she went rigid in climax with a loud cry, and afterward, while the shudders wracking her died away slowly. Only then did he lift his head and straighten up, but not before dropping a quick kiss on her still-quivering stomach.

Kitty lay still, spent, as Pete stood up and slid his arms under her back and knees, and shifted her up to lay on the bed properly, while she ran a lazy hand along his back, murmuring languidly, "What next, Pete?"

""Ere's another lesson fer you, me little sex maniac," he leered down at her. "Men need more time t' get their strength back fer another go than women do." Wisdom picked up the scattered covers and then crawled back into the bed next to her and pulled her close, to lie cuddled against him, covering them both within a warm cocoon. "Now we nap."

"Pete, it's the middle of the afternoon," Kitty protested muzzily, even as she snuggled deeper into his embrace. Making love with him was wonderful, everything she'd ever dreamed and more, but lying like this with him afterward was pure heaven in a different way.

"You got me up at th' crack o' dawn." He lifted one leg up to slide it over her hip, nuzzling his face into her thick chestnut hair, reveling in its silky feel against his skin. "So now we have us a little nap."

"Pete, I really should get up and go work out." Kitty buried her face in his neck, filling herself with the intoxicating odor of musky male sweat as his arms tightened around her comfortingly.

"An' just wot the bloody hell you think we been doin' here, Pryde? Shaggin' is th' best damn exercise there is, just ask th' mad witchdoctor. So you stop talkin' back t' yer teacher, an' nap now, an' we'll work out again in just a bit..."

He dozed off almost immediately. Kitty hadn't thought she could fall asleep in the middle of such an eventful day, but she found her breathing automatically slowing to match his, and that combined with the cozy warmth of his embrace and the steady beating of his heart to lull her asleep soon after.

Continued in Part 8 Getting Serious