All I remember is waiting for Keola to finish whatever he was doing and sleep calling my name. I had laid down on the couch and before long woke up in his bed.
Keola is softly snoring as he’s spread out on the couch. My eyes drift to his bare chest, his caramel tanned skin drawing my attention and the drool pooling from my mouth. One hand behind his head, the other resting on his chest. I creep closer, trying not to wake him up.
There’s one way he’d wake up.
I shake the thought, I’m not that wanton, at least not right now. I grab my phone that is sitting on the end table, checking the time.
6:41 am.
Fuck.
Finn isn’t going to be happy.
“Keola,” I whisper. He doesn’t move.Heavy sleeper or just stubborn?I say his name again and there’s no reaction. His chest is still heaving with sleep. “Keola, I’m naked and waiting for you to ravish me,” I say, knowing that it’s not true.
There’s a deep grumble, “That better be true,” He stirs awake, his eyes opening but to see me at the end of the arm rest of the sectional. I nervously wave. His body erects up and before I can think he grabs me by the waist to lay on top of him. His warmth is my personal radiator. His arms capture me close to him, my head resting on his chest. His morning wood teasing my own heat. Temptation strikes as I want to pepper kisses on him.
“Um. hello.” I say breaking the silence.
A soft growl welcomes me, “Good morning.” He places a kiss on the top of my head.
I try to move around, trying to avoid temptation, but his hand slithers down my back, gripping my ass cheek. I hissed in warning.
“Angel, you’re not helping the situation. I’m trying to be a gentleman and be nice this morning.” He warns.
My eyes searched for him, “What if I don’t want you to be nice this morning?”
His voice rumbles, “I’m warning you.”
“And I’m telling you, don’t be nice.” After weeks of flirting and dirty talk, I want to give into him.
No sooner did the words leave my mouth, with power he captured my lips. Hunger. Need. Lust. And for a brief second relief.
His nips away at me, taking what we both have longed for.
He still kisses me as he sits up, cradling my back, as my hands get lost in his hair. Nothing but the sound of our kissing and breathing, everything around us is silent.
With all his strength he carries me with my legs wrapped around him, and we head to the bedroom. No distractions. Nothing to stop us from getting lost in each other. His lips travel to my neck as he lays us down on the bed, getting tangled in the sheets.
He nips and tastes me, savoring each second. This is what it should feel like, to be wanted, to feel attraction. My body wanted, craving more from him, practically begging.
“You’re wearing too much clothing.” he growls out.
I giggle, “You should fix that.”
He does just that, stripping every barrier that he deems in his way, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
Goosebumps flush my skin, the coolness of the air pebbling my skin.
He straightens up, taking in every sight and line of my body. He rumbles out, “Mine.”
Heat rises to my cheeks, my pussy aching for his touch. His thighs cradling my hips, pinning them beneath him. I reach to touch him, wanting to do my own tasting and teasing. I try to wiggle out from him to give myself more room, but he gathers my wrists and yanks them above me.
I squeak. He leans to the side, using his free hand to pull something out. I hear him rummaging through his drawer. I tilt my head to see, but my arm’s in the way.
He snickers as he brings out a couple of things and lays them on my naked stomach.
A line of condoms.Why am I disappointed in that?My eyes widened. The man has plans for me.
