Chapter 7
"You promised."
"And I always keep my promises — for as long as you want me to. You
know that. But undressing you is a particular fantasy of mine. Why
not indulge me?"
He felt her growing tension and was afraid he'd moved too fast. Then
she said, "okay."
Keeping his gaze off her naked chest was nearly impossible, but he
forced himself. He flicked her small sandals off, putting them in
the grass beside the blankets before rolling her onto her stomach.
"Let me get this zipper."
Kairi crossed her arms under her head and giggled. "Go easy. My
behind is sore from that horse ride yesterday."
Sora paused. "Is that so?" He looked down at her upturned derrière
and grinned. Kairi was in such great shape, the thought that she
might have overused a few muscles hadn't occurred to him.
In one quick tug, he pulled her skirt down her legs. She yelped, but
subsided and hid her face in her arms when he pulled off her
panties, too. "Damn," he said, his voice sounding strangled, "you
look fine, Kairi."
Her folded arms muffled her teasing words. "You sure are a sweet
talker."
Sora straddled her slim thighs and spread both hands over her
cheeks, rubbing gently. "I'll make you feel better," he explained,
ready to use any excuse to touch her.
"A naked massage." She groaned in blissful surrender. "Who'd have
ever thought?"
About every guy alive, Sora thought to himself, while he
concentrated on keeping his hands impersonal, or at least as
impersonal as they could be while filled with a sexy female tush.
"Just be quiet and enjoy. After I rub the soreness out, we'll get
some sleep."
"This is another first, you know."
"I would certainly hope so!"
Because she was so obviously delighting in his touch, Sora extended
the massage to her whole body. She sighed in ecstasy. "This is
heaven."
"Yeah." His fingers stroked deeply over her stiff muscles, around
her shoulders, down her spine, working out the tension, relaxing
her.
With each gentle breeze, he could smell her, the light, womanly
fragrance of her body as the night dew settled on her heated skin.
The sight of her moon-washed nudity, the feel of her silky flesh,
made him want to be inside her, want to look into her face as he
took her.
"You promised."
"And I always keep my promises — for as long as you want me to. You
know that. But undressing you is a particular fantasy of mine. Why
not indulge me?"
He felt her growing tension and was afraid he'd moved too fast. Then
she said, "okay."
Keeping his gaze off her naked chest was nearly impossible, but he
forced himself. He flicked her small sandals off, putting them in
the grass beside the blankets before rolling her onto her stomach.
"Let me get this zipper."
Kairi crossed her arms under her head and giggled. "Go easy. My
behind is sore from that horse ride yesterday."
Sora paused. "Is that so?" He looked down at her upturned derrière
and grinned. Kairi was in such great shape, the thought that she
might have overused a few muscles hadn't occurred to him.
In one quick tug, he pulled her skirt down her legs. She yelped, but
subsided and hid her face in her arms when he pulled off her
panties, too. "Damn," he said, his voice sounding strangled, "you
look fine, Kairi."
Her folded arms muffled her teasing words. "You sure are a sweet
talker."
Sora straddled her slim thighs and spread both hands over her
cheeks, rubbing gently. "I'll make you feel better," he explained,
ready to use any excuse to touch her.
"A naked massage." She groaned in blissful surrender. "Who'd have
ever thought?"
About every guy alive, Sora thought to himself, while he
concentrated on keeping his hands impersonal, or at least as
impersonal as they could be while filled with a sexy female tush.
"Just be quiet and enjoy. After I rub the soreness out, we'll get
some sleep."
"This is another first, you know."
"I would certainly hope so!"
Because she was so obviously delighting in his touch, Sora extended
the massage to her whole body. She sighed in ecstasy. "This is
heaven."
"Yeah." His fingers stroked deeply over her stiff muscles, around
her shoulders, down her spine, working out the tension, relaxing
her.
With each gentle breeze, he could smell her, the light, womanly
fragrance of her body as the night dew settled on her heated skin.
The sight of her moon-washed nudity, the feel of her silky flesh,
made him want to be inside her, want to look into her face as he
took her.
