Chapter 12
Kairi moaned and stiffened. "I love when you do that."
"I can tell." Carefully, gauging her response, he explored her. Her
hips lifted against him. He let her feel his breath first, then his
gentle nuzzling, and before she could really prepare for it, the
bold lash of his tongue.
"Oh my, oh my," she repeated over and over again.
He would have grinned at her words if he hadn't been nearly
incoherent with need. He was gentle, wanting to bring her slowly to
her climax. She moaned, her hips twisting. He locked his arms around
her hips and held her steady while he took his fill, while he
indulged every wild fantasy he'd ever concocted about her.
Sora felt so full, so ready to burst that he hurt. But he wouldn't
have stopped, wouldn't have cheated Kairi no matter what. He wanted
to devastate her, wanted her to remember this and him for the rest
of her life. He wanted her to accept him on every level.
Kairi kept arching against him, the hungry, raw sounds she made
urging him on and finally it was too much for him. He found her most
sensitive flesh and drew softly on her, treating her to acute,
nearly overwhelming sensations. And with a wild cry, she climaxed.
He felt the trembling of her body. It went on and on and he knew,
not only wouldn't she forget, but neither would he. She was better
than any fantasy.
She was his.
When Kairi finally quieted, Sora pressed one last, soft lingering
kiss on her flesh and moved up beside her. Her mouth was lax, her
lips open as she breathed deeply, tempting him. He bent and kissed
her. Her heavy, deep brown eyes barely opened. Her gaze was
slumberous, soft.
Sora kissed her again, harder this time, cupping her jaw and
thrusting his tongue in so that she tasted herself, so that she
understood his possession. Kairi gave a small, startled sound of
surprise, and lifted limp hands to his shoulders. "You're mine," he
said, sounding savage when he didn't mean to.
Her eyes opened a little wider, staring.
Sora knew he had to get a grip or he'd have her fighting him for no
reason at all. Kairi didn't take orders well and never had. She
tended to buck any type of authority. If he wanted her to marry him
— and he did — then he needed to ask her with all of the fanfare she
deserved.
That would require a modicum of normal intelligence, but until he
sated his own needs, he wouldn't be able to think at all, much less
intelligently.
He shoved himself up to sit at the side of the bed and jerked open
the nightstand drawer.
Hesitantly, Kairi asked, "What are you doing?"
"Getting a condom." He turned back to her with the condom in his
hand. "I'm staking a claim."
Kairi looked from his face to the small foil packet. An impish grin
spread across her face. "Well! It's about damn time, Sora!"
And then she had hold of him and was pulling him back into the bed
and all Sora could do was give her her way...
Kairi moaned and stiffened. "I love when you do that."
"I can tell." Carefully, gauging her response, he explored her. Her
hips lifted against him. He let her feel his breath first, then his
gentle nuzzling, and before she could really prepare for it, the
bold lash of his tongue.
"Oh my, oh my," she repeated over and over again.
He would have grinned at her words if he hadn't been nearly
incoherent with need. He was gentle, wanting to bring her slowly to
her climax. She moaned, her hips twisting. He locked his arms around
her hips and held her steady while he took his fill, while he
indulged every wild fantasy he'd ever concocted about her.
Sora felt so full, so ready to burst that he hurt. But he wouldn't
have stopped, wouldn't have cheated Kairi no matter what. He wanted
to devastate her, wanted her to remember this and him for the rest
of her life. He wanted her to accept him on every level.
Kairi kept arching against him, the hungry, raw sounds she made
urging him on and finally it was too much for him. He found her most
sensitive flesh and drew softly on her, treating her to acute,
nearly overwhelming sensations. And with a wild cry, she climaxed.
He felt the trembling of her body. It went on and on and he knew,
not only wouldn't she forget, but neither would he. She was better
than any fantasy.
She was his.
When Kairi finally quieted, Sora pressed one last, soft lingering
kiss on her flesh and moved up beside her. Her mouth was lax, her
lips open as she breathed deeply, tempting him. He bent and kissed
her. Her heavy, deep brown eyes barely opened. Her gaze was
slumberous, soft.
Sora kissed her again, harder this time, cupping her jaw and
thrusting his tongue in so that she tasted herself, so that she
understood his possession. Kairi gave a small, startled sound of
surprise, and lifted limp hands to his shoulders. "You're mine," he
said, sounding savage when he didn't mean to.
Her eyes opened a little wider, staring.
Sora knew he had to get a grip or he'd have her fighting him for no
reason at all. Kairi didn't take orders well and never had. She
tended to buck any type of authority. If he wanted her to marry him
— and he did — then he needed to ask her with all of the fanfare she
deserved.
That would require a modicum of normal intelligence, but until he
sated his own needs, he wouldn't be able to think at all, much less
intelligently.
He shoved himself up to sit at the side of the bed and jerked open
the nightstand drawer.
Hesitantly, Kairi asked, "What are you doing?"
"Getting a condom." He turned back to her with the condom in his
hand. "I'm staking a claim."
Kairi looked from his face to the small foil packet. An impish grin
spread across her face. "Well! It's about damn time, Sora!"
And then she had hold of him and was pulling him back into the bed
and all Sora could do was give her her way...
