Crawl up his body

Kaya looked up at Steve with a pout, it was almost comical to him, and he guessed that pouting was not something which her people did naturally. “But I am having fun,” she said.

Steve laughed, “You can do that more if you like, but I want to kiss you,” he replied. Kaya crawled up his body slowly and he watched as she did, taking in every aspect of her body. The curves of her breasts and waist, her luscious lips, dark like her nipples. Her eyes were so deep. “God, you are spectacular.”

Kaya smiled and bent her head to his lips, “Thank you,” she said as she kissed him. “So, why did you want me up here?”

He ran his hands over her sides and breasts, “I wanted to touch more of you, I wanted to kiss you, and tell you that I think I am falling in love with you.” The words tumbled from his mouth as his hands lightly caressed her skin.

Kaya smiled, “I think I am falling in love with you and Jan as well. It’s strange. On our world, you really don’t date in the way that humans do.” She kissed him again before continuing, her own hands roaming his body. “On my world, so many people are related in a tribe that you can’t date in your own tribe. You move into another tribe, and that means you are living with whoever you end up committing to and their family from very early on.”

Steve nodded, “I get that, but let’s face it, you are free to be here, or next door, and I think I can guess that Jan and I are free to be there as well. So it’s not really that different, just two big wooden tents side by side.”

“I suppose,” she said, “you know this was supposed to be me coming in here, pleasing you to the brink before you help me with a child?” she asked.

Steve leant up and kissed her, and she felt the passion it contained, “Well, I guess our first child will have to be conceived in love.”

His lips moved down her torso to kiss her breasts as she cupped his head in her hand, “So I guess no pulling my tail then,” she said in a raspy voice.

John looked up at her, “I know you love that, so why not? What you and I share as love, is between you and me.” He finished what he was saying as he pinched her nipple between his lips, she moaned in appreciation of his action. “You know, a piercing would look great on your nipples.”

Kaya pulled him back, “Yes, and what would the piercing say? Remember, jewellery means something to my people.”

“You think I forgot any of last night?” he challenged her, “Silver, obviously,” Kaya blushed at his words, “I’ve been wondering for a while if I should get some jewellery,” his mind moved across topics, “Would you like that? Me to get a silver and emerald ring?”

Kaya beamed, “I would love that, but maybe add some pearl if it is not too presumptuous.”

“Silver means commitment, emerald means to give one’s self. Pearl?” Steve asked as he continued to stroke her flesh.

“You remembered,” Kaya began, genuinely touched, “Pearl helps communicate time. The lighter the pearl, the longer the time. Which is why I suggested that Jan wear Tiger’s Eye and Black pearl with gold. It would let dad know she is not committed to him this night but is fertile. If she wore tigers eye and a white pearl it would say that she will never be committed to him, but is willing and fertile.”

“Because you know your father has an interest,” Steve said, it was not a question. “Does the type of Jewellery matter?”

Kaya shook her head, “No, and at the moment I feel I could display my affection. Silver, Emerald and a silvered pearl.”

Steve put two fingers under her chin and stared into her eyes, “A silvery pearl is very close to white.”

Kaya nodded, “I know, but I do not think I should presume to wear a white pearl.”

Steve kissed her, “I think we should talk to Jan, and then maybe visit a jeweller, but one last question. How many colours of pearl do you have on your world, and are they all round?”

As Steve pulled himself out from under her and started to kiss his way down her body Kaya frowned, “Aren’t all pearls round?” she could feel the smile on his lips which answered her question. “We have many colours, I would dare say we have at least ten.” His kisses became less pursed and she turned to see a grin splitting his face, drawing his lips taught.

“I’m no pearl expert, but we have freshwater pearls, which are not round, and dozens, of colours. From the palest white to the darkest black. I have seen blood red pearls, and lavender pearls, and green and blue, and golden.” With each colour, he kissed her body, with each word she felt his passion. “If you like, we can find a pearl unlike anything your world has ever seen, and it can be ours. Or,” he suddenly paused, “Does your world have opal?”