Thin Love (Thin Love, #1)(148)

Kona twists her around, lowers her to the bed with his hand on the center of her back. He doesn’t wait for her to settle. He doesn’t wait for her to grab a pillow or fist the sheets. Kona is behind her, holding her hips and then he’s inside again.

Keira feels stretched and from this angle, so full. It had never been this way before. They’d done this once, but like most of the times they were together, it was rushed, hurried before someone, her cousin, his brother, the cops, interrupted them. She’d liked it then. She loves it now.

“Oh God… Kona…” She loves him directing her, loves how tight he holds onto her hips, how hard he thrusts into her.

“Shit, baby… open… open up for me. Like you used to. You know what I like.”

She remembers. It had been so long since anyone controlled her, since anyone took the time to make her body feel alive, electrified. Only Kona could do that. Part of her wonders if it’s still in her, if she can relinquish the steadfast control she’s always had to maintain. But Kona feels so good, so wide inside her and her body remembers this, craves it.

“Are they still mine, baby?” Fingers digging into her hips, Keira drops down, her chest lowers on the mattress to give Kona more access. He slips in deeper, works harder. “You still giving them to me, Keira?”

“Yea… yes, Kona. They’re yours, God, they’re all yours.”

Keira meets him, pushing back against him, taking what Kona gives over and over again until she feels that tight coil inside her, right at her center curling, heating her entire body. She feels high, head weighted, but the smell of Kona’s skin, his large body behind her, the sound of their bodies coming together, has her moaning, needy, ready to take whatever he gives. She’d take it over and over again to feel this sensation, to have her body aching and hungry, reaching for that climax she can almost touch. She is close, can nearly taste the release brimming and she steadies herself on her knees, pulling Kona’s arm around her waist, asking him to hurry, to bring her right where her body wants to be.

“You like this, Wildcat? You like me f*cking you hard?”

“Yes… oh God yes.”

Kona leans closer, hips still moving, fingers sliding down her stomach, right to her clit, circling, coaxing from her that sweet release she craves before his nibbles at her neck, tongue and teeth teasing her skin. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” When Keira feels the hint of her climax, she throws her head back, an invitation that Kona takes and he twists her hair around his fingers, working harder, pulling until Keira’s center pulses and then, finally, she is coming, around him, on him, squeezing and clenching.

Kona’s hand still works on her clit, faster and faster, his fingers loosening in her hair, his warm breath against her neck. “That’s it baby. Fall apart and I’ll catch you.”

That pent up release staggers her, has her voice issuing a raspy cry; wave after wave rushing through her body until Keira’s knees give out, until Kona lowers her to the bed, covering her body, still nestled inside her.

“Dear God,” she finally says, breath so labored, so uneven that she sees small eddies and spots behind her closed eyes. Above her, Kona kisses her shoulder, pulls her hands over her head as his hips continue to work.

“Wider, baby. Give it all to me.”

And his slow, steady rhythm has that orgasm lingering, waving through as though it would never stop. Keira remembers this clearly now, Kona on top of her, so deep inside her, leading her until no thought can stick in her mind; until there is only the smell of his skin and the thick pulse of him deep inside her.

“That’s it… keep going.”

She doesn’t know how he does this, how his voice, his domineering command controls her so effortlessly, but she drinks him up, lets him love her harder, steadier until she cannot control the shake of her limbs, the pulsing ache that thunders in her body.

“God, oh, Kona!”

And he follows her, hips moving, slapping against her as he comes hard, joining her in that sweet, easy surrender.

She has not stopped buzzing, hands still shaking when Kona rolls them to face each other, cradles her against his chest so that Keira can collapse, settle as she comes apart on his chest.

A brief peck on her forehead calms her, pushes up the stillness in the room, the gentle touch of his hands on her moving like a current through her body. That touch on her face softens even more and moves down to her nose, over her eyelids until his lips brush hers, until his hand cups her chin, directs her face higher.

“My always,” he whispers and then Kona leans down, wet lips on her mouth, tongue back inside and he takes her wrists with his freehand, fingers threaded with hers on the pillow above her head as he eases back inside of her.

“Kona… I…”

“Shh, beautiful just let me feel you.” He slides his mouth to her ear, down her neck. “Let me love you for a little bit longer.”

And Keira does not argue, does not stop Kona from loving her, from touching her like it was the first time. Like it will be the last. His breath over her, his heavy body on top of her and Keira closes her eyes and lets Kona take what he needs.





Keira is naked, lying on her stomach. It takes a moment for her thoughts to organize, to remind her that it’s Kona’s bed she’s sleeping in. It’s his large hand settled on her lower back. It was Kona last night that made her body ache.