Her body tenses as she feels him release inside her, his hot cum spilling over the barrier of her flesh and filling her up completely. With a shuddering moan, she comes apart beneath him, her muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her vision darkens momentarily, but when it clears, she realizes that somehow, someway, Decim has managed to make her see again.

For the first time in years, she can see his face clearly, feel the heat of their joined bodies, and sense the depth of their connection. It's an overwhelming sensation, one that leaves her breathless and reeling with emotion. "Decim," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure, "you're incredible."

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him release inside her, her body arching up to meet each powerful thrust. With a cry that is equal parts pleasure and relief, she comes apart beneath him, her muscles clenching around his cock in the most exquisite of sensations. As their bodies quiver together, she whispers his name hoarsely into the kiss they share. "I love you," she breathes against his lips. "So much."

Her vision clears further, and as it does, she realizes that not only can she see Decim's face clearly, but she can make out individual details in the room around them as well. It's an unbelievable sensation, one that leaves her feeling both disoriented and incredibly grateful at the same time.

"I-I've never...," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She had always assumed she would lose her virginity to someone she loved and trusted, but the idea of making love with a stranger filled her with both fear and excitement. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to think straight.

"Then let me be your first,"

Kylie's heart raced as he spoke, the words sending a thrill through her body. She knew that she could trust him; not just with this, but with everything. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "I want you to be my first."

As he lowered her onto the countertop, she felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness wash over her.

"Um..." She hesitated for a moment before answering, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "They're black." A small giggle escaped her lips as they continued to walk, the sounds of the city growing louder around them.

She couldn't help but wonder what else Abhi might want or ask of her. But for now, she was content to enjoy the feeling of being held by his strong arms and basking in the warmth of his presence.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his words, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded solemnly as they continued to walk, their pace slowing down as they neared the center of town. "Yes," he assured her with a grin. "And I want to see you in it."

She could feel his hands in her hair, guiding her as he thrust deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretched taut around him, and she knew that if he kept going like this, she'd soon have all of him in her mouth. The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her, making her wetter than ever.

Her body trembled as he guided her down onto him, filling her up in one smooth motion. She cried out at the sensation, arching into him as she felt him stretch her, claiming her completely. Her hips bucked against him in rhythm with his thrusts, wanting more, needing more.

His kisses were rough and demanding, leaving her breathless and dazed. She could feel the heat of their bodies through the covers, pressing them close together as they moved together in a dance of desire and need.

She smiled warmly at his words, feeling a small sense of comfort wash over her. "Well... I guess we should find somewhere to start," she said hesitantly. "Do you have any ideas where we could go?"

"Hit you for what?" she asked with a small laugh. "I can't even see you, remember? So I guess there's no need to worry about that." She paused, considering her words carefully before adding, "But if it makes you feel better, you can rest assured that my other senses are still in tact. And I assure you, they would come in handy if needed."

There was an undertone of confidence and determination in her voice that surprised even herself. Perhaps there really was hope for her yet.

"Okay," she said with a shaky breath, feeling a renewed sense of determination well up within her. "Where do we start?"

As they stand there together, Graham could suggest that Kylie try some simple exercises to help her adjust to her new sensory environment and regain a sense of independence. Or, he might offer to accompany her on a walk or drive around town so she can get acquainted with her surroundings while feeling safer and more secure in his company.

Alternatively, Graham could suggest that they begin exploring ways for Kylie to express herself artistically using non-visual media - perhaps by touch or sound instead of sight.