Chapter 5
"Good." She was certainly hot, and she relished the idea of him
being in the same shape. Somehow, it seemed less risky that way.
"You're a witch." He sounded hoarse and she could feel the tension
in his muscles.
"Relax, Sora. And tell me if I do anything wrong." The sounds
of their combined breathing mixed with the quiet night sounds of the
yard: the creaking of a branch, the chirp of insects, the quiet
splash of a frog in the lake.
Kairi spread her hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of crisp hair,
hot skin, and solid muscle. "I love how hairy you are."
He sucked in a breath and held it.
"And how strong. And how caring." She leaned down to kiss his
collarbone, the hard rise of a pectoral muscle, one small brown
nipple.
"I can't believe this."
She couldn't either. Nothing had ever felt so right as being with
Sora this way. "Shhh," she told him.
The sound he made was both humor and lust. "I always knew you were
bossy, but I only suspected the kinky part."
Her tongue glided over his nipple, earning her more gasps and the
additional straining of his large frame.
"Oh babe — "
Nuzzling her face into the dark hair covering his chest, she
inhaled, then had to admit, "you smell good enough to eat."
Her own body throbbed with sharp awareness, with need. Sora's hands,
against her orders, tangled in her hair. He cradled her head,
guiding her mouth over his flesh while murmuring what sounded like
encouragement — and prayers.
Inspired, Kairi stroked him all over, from his rock-hard shoulders
and taut abdomen, to his straining thighs — and then in-between.
Sora's hips lurched, his fingers tightened. "Kairi," he said, his
voice shaking, "I'm on a hair-trigger here, babe. This isn't wise —
"
Kairi felt the length of him with wonder. "You're so big."
Kairi jerked away from her.
His chest heaved, his gasping breaths were ragged. He pulled her
down beside him and squeezed her close, his face in her throat, his
body trembling. Seeing him like this, knowing she was the cause,
excited her unbearably. Kairi crooned to him, kissing his shoulder
lightly and rubbing her hands over his broad back.
Somewhere off in the distance a dog howled. Above them, an owl took
flight.
Kairi, overwhelmed with so many new feelings, shaken with new
awareness, finally admitted that she was madly, irrevocably,
insanely in love.
It made sense; she'd always loved Sora, but she'd thought that love
was only friendship. She'd never dreamed that he might want more
from her so she hadn't even allowed herself to admit to her own
dreams. Now she had no choice because he'd made her keenly aware of
things that she'd always believed were out of her reach.
He wanted to make love to her, she knew that. She wanted it too. But
would it be enough when she wanted Sora forever, when she wanted
home and hearth and the happy-ever-after?
Maybe, she thought, feeling the press of his warm mouth on her
throat, tonight would be the best she'd ever get. Tonight would be
all he could offer. She'd be a fool not to take what she could
get...
"Good." She was certainly hot, and she relished the idea of him
being in the same shape. Somehow, it seemed less risky that way.
"You're a witch." He sounded hoarse and she could feel the tension
in his muscles.
"Relax, Sora. And tell me if I do anything wrong." The sounds
of their combined breathing mixed with the quiet night sounds of the
yard: the creaking of a branch, the chirp of insects, the quiet
splash of a frog in the lake.
Kairi spread her hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of crisp hair,
hot skin, and solid muscle. "I love how hairy you are."
He sucked in a breath and held it.
"And how strong. And how caring." She leaned down to kiss his
collarbone, the hard rise of a pectoral muscle, one small brown
nipple.
"I can't believe this."
She couldn't either. Nothing had ever felt so right as being with
Sora this way. "Shhh," she told him.
The sound he made was both humor and lust. "I always knew you were
bossy, but I only suspected the kinky part."
Her tongue glided over his nipple, earning her more gasps and the
additional straining of his large frame.
"Oh babe — "
Nuzzling her face into the dark hair covering his chest, she
inhaled, then had to admit, "you smell good enough to eat."
Her own body throbbed with sharp awareness, with need. Sora's hands,
against her orders, tangled in her hair. He cradled her head,
guiding her mouth over his flesh while murmuring what sounded like
encouragement — and prayers.
Inspired, Kairi stroked him all over, from his rock-hard shoulders
and taut abdomen, to his straining thighs — and then in-between.
Sora's hips lurched, his fingers tightened. "Kairi," he said, his
voice shaking, "I'm on a hair-trigger here, babe. This isn't wise —
"
Kairi felt the length of him with wonder. "You're so big."
Kairi jerked away from her.
His chest heaved, his gasping breaths were ragged. He pulled her
down beside him and squeezed her close, his face in her throat, his
body trembling. Seeing him like this, knowing she was the cause,
excited her unbearably. Kairi crooned to him, kissing his shoulder
lightly and rubbing her hands over his broad back.
Somewhere off in the distance a dog howled. Above them, an owl took
flight.
Kairi, overwhelmed with so many new feelings, shaken with new
awareness, finally admitted that she was madly, irrevocably,
insanely in love.
It made sense; she'd always loved Sora, but she'd thought that love
was only friendship. She'd never dreamed that he might want more
from her so she hadn't even allowed herself to admit to her own
dreams. Now she had no choice because he'd made her keenly aware of
things that she'd always believed were out of her reach.
He wanted to make love to her, she knew that. She wanted it too. But
would it be enough when she wanted Sora forever, when she wanted
home and hearth and the happy-ever-after?
Maybe, she thought, feeling the press of his warm mouth on her
throat, tonight would be the best she'd ever get. Tonight would be
all he could offer. She'd be a fool not to take what she could
get...
