Chapter 1

He hung the speaker on the window, turned to Kiari, then barely

caught her as she launched herself at him, kissing his face, his

ear, his nose. He laughed. "Hey, calm down, honey."

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you!"

Now that was nice to hear. Especially after he'd been suffering the

pain of unrequited lust for so long. But with the right incentive,

Kiari as his wife, he could bear up a bit longer. She already knew

they were terrific together in just about any situation; he intended

to show her they'd be even better together sexually.

But he had to move slowly. Kiari was very new to this and the last

thing Sora wanted was for her to feel used. She had to know that he

acted out of love. Just saying it wouldn't be enough; her parents

had sometimes said it, but damned if they'd ever shown it.

Remembering her painful youth, Sora caught her face and held it

still for his kiss, a long, deep, eating kiss that had the windows

steaming up just minutes before the speaker came on and the screen

lit up. He loved everything about her, even those traits she

considered quirks, and he wanted her to know it. Ignoring the movie,

Sora continued to kiss her, taking and giving pleasure until Kiari

was tense and panting in his arms.

Taking his cues from the way she moved against him, he slowly

dragged his fingers over her shoulder, down her chest, and across

one stiffened nipple. Her loud gasp gave him pause, and he said, "Do

you like this?"

"Yes."

He shifted a little, releasing her long enough to move his seat

back, then pulled her over the gears and into his lap. Kiari clutched

his shoulders, her eyes wide as he started to kiss her again.

A moan on the screen drew her attention. They both looked up.

Kiari straightened, causing Sora to moan, too, as her rounded behind

pressed against him. "What are they doing?"

She sounded breathless, fascinated, and Sora stifled his impatience.

He tried to focus on the movie, then grinned. "I'd call it heavy

petting."

Looking at him again, her expression devoid of any guile, she asked,

"Do you want to do that with me?"

His breath caught. "Oh yeah. I want to touch you everywhere, Kiari,

honey."

She considered that. "I didn't know..."

Sora stroked her mouth with a fingertip. "Neither did I for awhile.

Being with you, hanging out and laughing and having fun...I thought

that was enough for the longest time. Then I figured out that when

I'm with you, I could be myself. With the guys, I'm expected to act

like a guy, ya know?"

"How so?"

He shrugged, trying to figure out the right words to say. "We're

supposed to drink beer, talk sports, and tell crude jokes."

"We do that sometimes."