Thin Love (Thin Love, #1)(147)

Keira feels the vibration of his groan against her skin; his lips sucking, tongue flicking the nipple to attention. “Yes… God…” and with her approving moan, Kona works faster, changing sides, pays tribute to her breasts, suckles them, loves them and Keira needs the contact, has missed the drugging pull of his mouth on her.

Fingers in his hair, tugging, lowering, Keira’s clit hums and she moves her hips against him, wanting to feel that hard erection, wants him to increase, to bring back the sensations only Kona has ever managed. “Yes… harder, Kona.”

The words stir him, has her nipple between his teeth, nibbling, pulling and Keira loves that sharp bite, craves more from him. When her hips move faster and her nails scratch down his strong, wide back, Kona groans, pops her breast from his mouth and stares at her, chest moving fast, pants shifting her hair off of her face.

“Sweetheart, I want to go slow. I want to feel all of you again.”

“No,” she says, sliding against him, the points of her breast teasing his chest. “I don’t want slow. I don’t want soft.” Slow meant time. It meant a delay in the release Keira had craved for too long. “Don’t make me wait. I need this Kona. It’s been… I haven’t…” She wants to cry when he stares at her. She wants that sad, confused frown off his face, but she wouldn’t beg. Not him.

“Wildcat, how long has it been?”

He’d think she was stupid. Keira knows Kona would think this meant something—the time, the touch she’d denied herself. But he won’t move, won’t return his mouth to her body and the frustration keys her up, makes Keira helpless to him. “Kona, it doesn’t matter. Just… I need you. I can’t…”

He doesn’t push, doesn’t do more than nod, returns to the nibbles, the slightly painful bites against her skin and Keira breathes through her open mouth, arches back when he cups both her breasts against his face, his teeth, the prickles of stubble on his chin.

They were dancing again—her moans told him where to go, how to touch her. Her insistent fingers showed him what she wanted. Keira’s tongue on his throat, moving, licking, her teeth digging into the sinewy muscle that connected his neck and shoulder, had Kona panting, gripping her back, standing them until they were in the center of the bed, until he lay over her, hands, mouth, tongues everywhere. Their bodies remembered this; act and react over again until Keira was naked, open before him, until Kona was ready, condom out and fastened over his hard, throbbing dick.

“Now Kona. Do… do it now.” Keira’s voice doesn’t sound like her; the tone is off, wrong, needy, but she doesn’t care that she is whining, that her words come out like a plea. She only knows that Kona’s body is still beautiful, still strong. She only knows that his mouth on her neck, on her stomach, teeth grazing thrills her. “Do it. Just… now.”

He obeys. A slip, a small tease of the head against her clit and Kona is inside.

“Fuck… Keira… f*ck.” He moves in her, stretching, pulsing against her walls, hovering over her on those strong arms, muscles straining to hold himself up. “Baby, how are you still so tight… how…” Keira clenches against him and Kona is silent.

There are groans, the sweet, erotic sound of their bodies slapping together, his breath over her face, his wide, perfect tongue inside her mouth and Keira is drunk, high on him. She didn’t know, hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this, how his touch, his taste is like a drug. Her drug. How had she lived without this? Without him?

“Harder. Kona… I need…”

“Wildcat, look at me.” Keira growls when he stills, her body moving with the shake of his shoulders and she looks up at him, eyebrow arched. But his smile relaxes her, chases away some of her annoyance. “Tell me what you need.” A small thrust to keep that frown from her face and Keira’s eyes roll behind her closing lids. Kona stops, waits until she looks at him again. “You want me to f*ck you, Keira?” A harder thrust, this one has Keira’s legs shaking. “Or do you want me to love you gentle?”

Either answer and one of them will be disappointed, but Keira had been selfless for a long time, putting everyone’s needs before her own. Kona looks down at her and she exhales, releasing the stores of want she has hoarded inside herself for sixteen years.

She touches his face, fingertips on his brow, over his cheek and she hopes he understands. “Kona, you can do gentle later. Right now, please f*ck me.”

“Fine,” he says, his smile falling a fraction and then he pulls out of her, comes up on his knees.

“What… what are you doing?” She feels cold, unsatisfied, but doesn’t reach for him, curls her fingers into a fist.

“What you asked.” Kona grabs her arms, fingers biting into her soft flesh and he kisses her. Tongue in her mouth, grip tight, lips so hard he pulls a sudden moan from her. Then, just as quickly as he brought his mouth down on hers, Kona moves away. “Turn around. Ass up so I can f*ck you, Wildcat.”

Keira can’t move, is teased by the black tint in his eyes, by those big hands reaching for her, pulling on her waist. “You… are you mad?”

“No. I’m hard. I want inside you. I’ll give you want you want, then I’ll take what I need.” He slaps her ass and the sound echoes around the room. Keira feels herself grow wetter, her clit throbbing harder. “Now move, baby.”