Thin Love(63)

Next to him, Keira’s legs shook, Kona felt the quick tremble and he used his free hand to move her leg over his shoulder. “Relax. I’ve got you.” She listened, lifted her right leg to match her left and Kona loved how open she was to him, how much she trusted him with her body. Keira’s heels digging into his back, Kona kept moving, urged forward by her scent, by the low murmurs she made, how she arched into his mouth the deeper his fingers went.

He felt the ridges of the spongy, knot a few inches inside her and bent his fingers, moved his hand around so that his knuckles rubbed against that soft nub. She tasted heady and thick and wonderful and the faster his fingers worked, that sweet spot swelled and Kona loved the feel of it, the taste of her body as he worked his knuckles faster and then, his tongue on her clit, Keira’s hips came off the mattress and he had to chase her, had to concentrate on that spot as she clamped around his fingers, as she screamed his name over and over and he lapped up the small rush that flooded against his tongue.

But it was her face that caught his attention. It was that open, free expression that had his chest feeling tight again, feeling as if his heart was trying to pound right out of his skin. Keira’s smile was blinding, real, and Kona thought, no matter how long he lived, he’d never see anything as beautiful, nothing nearly as uninhibited. It was then Kona realized that Keira had him. He might not want to admit it to her, he might not be ready to speak the words, but Keira Riley had him completely.

“What… what the hell was that?” Kona tried not to laugh at her expression, at the little streak of fear that moved across her face. He crawled beside her, uncaring that his shirt was wet, not bothered that he was still aching against his ever-tightening jeans.

“First time that happened?” He was fascinated by the pink spots coloring her cheeks.

Well yeah, but that was… oh God!” Keira covered her face, let her arms shield her from his attentions. He tried pulling them back, wanting to keep staring at those pink cheeks, but Keira was embarrassed, refusing to let him uncover her face. “Oh God, that was gross.”

“It wasn’t gross, Wildcat. It was amazing.”

Slowly, Keira lowered her arms, but she kept her hands over her mouth. “You… you aren’t disgusted?”

He didn’t hold back his laugh and couldn’t help pulling her against his chest. “Fuck no. Why would I be?” Keira stared at him like he was crazy, like what he’d just done to her was the height of depravity, but he wouldn’t let her retreat. That flush still covered her face and though he loved it, though it made her even more beautiful, he couldn’t let her think she should feel ashamed. “Don’t ever be embarrassed by your body’s reaction to me.” He pulled up her chin to get at her mouth. “You’re beautiful when you come, Wildcat. You’re beautiful all the time, but especially when you come for me.”

That seemed to satisfy her. Keira gave Kona a smile, it was weak, and she still looked flushed, a bit disheveled, but she didn’t avert her eyes or act like she was horrified. She leaned up to kiss him and Kona wrapped his arms around her, let her lead, loving how fiercely she kissed him. But then she brushed against his shirt and jerked back, looking down at the wet spots over his collar and on his chest.

“I, um, got you wet.”

“Ditto.”

Another quick blush and Keira shook her head. “Let me get you a shirt,” she said, moving from the bed. She didn’t cover up, seemed bold and proud to walk around in front of him in nothing but her bra that hung off one shoulder. Kona licked his lips, reminding himself to get her completely naked next time.

“I doubt you have anything big enough for me, Wildcat.”

She bent over, digging through the dresser on Leann’s side of the room and Kona sat up, watched the way she moved, loved the smooth contours of her legs, the round, supple curve of her ass and hips. Seeing her like that only made the raging ache in his jeans bite against his waistband.

Keira turned toward him with a gray t-shirt in her hand and she tossed it to him, offering him a shy smile when his gaze moved up her body. “It’s Michael’s. He left it here awhile back. It was about three sizes too big for him so Leann sleeps in it sometimes.” Kona didn’t move while Keira went to her dresser and slipped on a pair of thin boxers and a white tank top. “It’ll fit,” she said, walking back to the bed.

Disappointed that she was covered up, Kona sighed, then moved off the bed to unbutton his shirt. But as each button came undone, Keira stepped closer until she stood in front of him with her eyes wide and searching. Her hands were balled up into fists at her side and Kona smiled, loving how he could see what she wanted on her face, confused that she didn’t touch him.