I tore my shirt off and slammed her lips to mine again. She moaned, that needy sound that made me ache. I had no idea where her room was, but I needed to get her to a bed.
“Bedroom?”
She pointed. “Last room.”
I picked her up, kissing her again as I carried her down the hallway and into her bedroom. I flipped on the light, needing to watch her come apart. I wanted to see every inch of her.
Her bed was big and incredibly feminine with pink sheer curtains hanging from four posters. It was the girliest of beds, but I fucking loved it because her dark hair was spread across the white sheets, her top half bare for me to enjoy.
My lips were drawn to her skin, needing to be in contact with her. I fondled her tits and kissed her shoulder, nipping her then running my tongue over the gentle curve that led to her neck.
“Sawyer,” she begged.
“Shh. I’ll get there.”
“Please, Sawyer. I’m dying. I need you.”
“What do you need?” I asked as I kissed my way down her belly. I paused at the edge of her capris, dipping my tongue beneath the waistband that stopped me from going farther.
“Oh, God. Make me come, Sawyer. Please.”
I looked up at her as I eased her zipper down. She helped me shuck them off, her fingers going for her red lace panties at the same time. I put my hand on hers.
“Let me,” I said.
Her eyes darkened when they met mine. Fire licked from her into me. She was stunning stretched out on her bed, breathing heavily and squirming for me. I slid her panties down, getting my first glimpse of her.
Sweet Jesus, she was beautiful.
My hands were on her instantly, sliding deep into her pussy. She responded immediately, her hips lifting to find more of me. Her legs spread wide, showing me all of her. I swept my thumb over her clit, drawing juice from her pussy up.
She moaned and sighed, her body tightening on my fingers. I thrust them in deeper, harder, wanting to watch her as she came for me.
“Sawyer,” she whimpered.
“I’m right here, Kiana. Come for me, honey. Let me watch you.”
“I’m so close. Please.”
“What do you need, Kiana? What puts you over the edge?”
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t hesitate for even a breath. My tongue dove into her mouth, pulsing with the same beat as my fingers. She tensed, her entire body strung tight, then moaned long and low into my mouth as she came hard.
I broke away from her. “More, Kiana. Give me more.”
I pumped her again, drawing another one out of her quickly. I could smell her in the room, her desire flooding my nose as she came all over my hand. I couldn’t resist any longer. I was desperate to taste her.
“Kiana,” I groaned, kissing my way down her body. “Can I taste you? I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I replaced my fingers with my tongue, sliding it as deep as I could go inside her. Her juice coated my face and dripped into my throat.
I could die a happy man now.
I flicked her clit, sliding my fingers back into her. She moaned and shuddered. Her hips rocked back and forth. She reached for me, her hands holding me tight to her. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“I can’t, Sawyer,” she whimpered, sounding like she was in pain. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I murmured against her thigh. She was close. I could tell she was on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to push her over, but she was holding back.
“It’s too much. I feel like I’m going to scream.”
“Then scream, Kiana. I don’t care. No one is going to tell you to stop. I’d love to hear you get loud. Yell as loud as you want.”
“I, um…” she hesitated.
“No. Don’t even tell me he took that from you. Listen to me, if it’s my hand, or my tongue, or my cock inside you, I want the whole fucking town to know. I want you screaming my name. Tell that bastard who’s making you come. Don’t you dare hold back with me, Kiana.”
“Sawyer?”
“Louder,” I demanded.
“Sawyer,” she said louder.
I swept my thumb over her clit, and she moaned a little louder. I shifted to suck on her nipple, thrusting my fingers deep into her. She got louder with each second that passed, and I got harder. I licked, she moaned. I thrust, she whimpered. I sucked on her clit, and she shouted my name.
I groaned. Dear God, that sounded good.
“Sawyer! Oh, yes. Sawyer! Don’t stop.”
“Never, Kiana. Come for me,” I whispered before resuming my task.
If I didn’t come, it was going to be a damn miracle. Her hips rose, fucking my face. She thrashed on the bed, and her eyes slid closed. Man, she was beautiful. From the flush covering her skin to the way her lips parted in that perfect O to the way she screamed my name with abandon like I was the only one to ever make her feel that good.
I’d fucking take it.
“Sawyer,” she whimpered. “Sawyer.”
I squeezed her hip and reached for her hand. She clasped mine tight, my fingers immediately going numb.
“Sawyer! Yes, Sawyer!” she screamed. Her whole body bounced, her breasts swinging with the rest of her. I was mesmerized by her. There was too much to touch, to taste, to feel. I clenched my jaw, trying to think of anything but the way Kiana was coming apart on my tongue. I was as close as she was, throbbing in my pants the same way she throbbed around my fingers.
I hooked my fingers inside her and groaned when she shoved my hand in her mouth and bit my fingers then screamed. Loud.
“Ahh! Sawyer! Yes! Oh, yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
She bucked like she was trying to shake me off. My fingers were buried inside her, letting me keep pleasuring her as she screamed and panted. I couldn’t keep my lips on her, but dammit, I tried.
“Sawyer. Oh, God, stop. I can’t take anymore,” she begged.
“One more,” I said, thrusting deep and sucking hard.
“Oh, fuck. Sawyer,” she groaned, another orgasm gripping my fingers in her pussy.
“Yeah, Kiana. Just like that.”
“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!”
I slowed my movements, giving her a break as she screamed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath she struggled to take in. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Or my lips. I kissed my way back up her body. Her hips, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, her shoulder, her cheek. When her eyes flipped open, I kissed her lips, letting her taste herself.
She groaned and wrapped her legs around me. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against her, not caring that my shorts were going to be soaked both inside and out.
“Sawyer,” she begged. “Inside me. Please.”
I chuckled. “What happened to slow? We don’t have to.”
She nodded. “I know. Trust me, I do. That’s why I want to. I want you. Please.”
“Kiana,” I groaned.
She nipped my shoulder and ran her tongue over it. Her fingers danced down my spine then cupped my ass, grinding me against her.
“Please, Sawyer. I’ve never come that hard. I’ve never felt this good. I’m not ready to stop.”
My control was pouring through my hands. I couldn’t keep myself from wanting the same thing she did.
I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as she moved her hips against me and drove me crazy. I yanked back from her, not willing to come in my shorts if I had a warm and willing woman to come inside of. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, absolutely. I want you. I want you inside me.”
My dick throbbed. He was on board. Me? I couldn’t resist her for another second.
I stripped my shorts and briefs off, barely remembering to grab a condom. She sat up and took my cock in her mouth before I could roll it down my length.
I hissed, my hands threading into her hair. I tugged her ponytail loose and gave in to the mind-numbing feel of Kiana sucking my dick. She took me in deep, letting me hit the back of her fucking throat before easing back out. She tugged on my balls and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, and brought me right to the edge of my sanity before I tugged her off.
She pouted. “I enjoyed that.”
“Me, too. A little too much. I want to be inside you when I come.”
A sexy grin turned her lips up. She grabbed the condom, tearing it open with her teeth, then rolled it down my shaft, giving me an extra stroke that had me seeing stars.
“I’m going to apologize in advance because this isn’t going to last long.”
She scooted up her bed, propping herself on the pillows and spreading her legs wide, inviting me in.
I crawled up over her, running my hands over her thighs and her belly and up to her breasts before kissing her. I nudged against her pussy, my dick swelling painfully. Shit, I wasn’t going to last at all.
“Sawyer,” she moaned, telling me she was already there. “Inside, please.”
I kneeled and positioned myself at her entrance. I wanted to plunge in deep and hard, but I saw her eyes widen when she saw me, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
It was no big shock that her ex had a tiny dick.
I eased in, inch by painful inch. She moaned, lifting her hips to meet mine with each stilted stroke.
“More, Sawyer.”
“You ready?” I asked, leaning over her. Our faces were mere inches apart. I could feel her breath on my cheeks. She lifted her hands, running them down my chest, her nails scraping over my nipples.
“Now, Sawyer. Hard. I want to feel all of you. Don’t tease me anymore.”
I plunged into her, my shaft fully encased in her hot pussy. I almost came right then, held back only by sheer strength.
“Fuck, me,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”
“I might come again.”
I grinned because, well shit, what guy didn’t want to hear that she was going to come just from you being in her. Even my dick swelled with pride at that one.
I moved my hips, dragging myself almost all the way out of her. When I slid back in, she moved with me, her channel already tightening around me.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, Sawyer.”
I stroked again, mentally adjusting the settings on my camera to keep from coming before she did. Her chest rose with each shallow breath, tempting me. I pumped harder and faster into her. Her gasps became pants then whimpers. I cupped her ass, lifting her hips, and she groaned long and low.
“Oh, yes, Sawyer. Yes,” she moaned over and over again.
Harder. Deeper. Faster.
It was working as quickly for me as it was for her. I gritted my teeth, doing everything I could to hold back.
The sweetest sound ever was her voice rising, my name shouting from her lips. She screamed, her body clenching around me at the same time.
I stroked hard into her, pinning her hips to mine as my eyes crossed and I grunted out my own powerful orgasm. My body shook with squirt after squirt into her, the longest and strongest orgasm I ever had.
I collapsed onto her, remembering a second before I crushed her to support myself on my elbows. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tight to her body.
We laid like that, the sweat on our bodies cooling. My cock started to pull away, shrinking slightly and beginning to slide from her. I rolled over, finding the bathroom and taking care of the condom.
I went back to her room and grinned. Kiana stretched, her tits lifting and flattening against her ribs. I loved watching a woman move. Nothing was sexier than a woman who knew how to use her body. Her natural curves on display and no shame in who she was. I knew it was the orgasms that allowed her to be free with herself, and with me, and it was beautiful.
“Thank you,” she said with a wide grin.
“For what?”
“For this.” She gestured to her naked body, still on full display for me. “I needed that.”
“Well, there’s more where that came from if you let me take you out to dinner again.”
“Maybe next time you’ll pick a restaurant that’s actually open.”
I laughed. “Uh huh. I’ll have to do a little more research.”
Kiana stretched and sat up, looking up at me. “You coming back to bed?”
I shook my head. “Nope. You need some sleep.”
Her grin morphed into a confused look. “Excuse me?”
“Sleep,” I said, sitting next to her. “We work tomorrow. You need some rest.”
“I don’t think I’ll have any trouble going to sleep tonight,” she said with a grin and a yawn. “But you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
I shook my head. “I need to get home. Your brother will kick my ass if I don’t come home after our first date.”
It was only part of the reason I needed to go home, but she didn’t need to know the rest.
She chuckled. “He’ll probably kill you anyway.”
I grinned and reached for my shorts, tugging my briefs back on with them. “True. I guess it’ll be better to get it over with tonight so you have the full day tomorrow to find a new photographer.”
She laughed, but I could see she wasn’t happy. I wrapped my arms around her waist.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry so much. He won’t kill me.”
She shook her head, and I knew something else was bothering her.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she said. “We’re good. You’re right. We both need some sleep, and we don’t need to piss off my brother more than we already have.”
Her words were right, but her tone was off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew I was missing something.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, giving me a smile. “Yeah, of course.”
“I had fun tonight,” I said, leaning in for a kiss.
She let me kiss her, my tongue sliding alongside hers in a way that made me want to strip her down and sink into her all over again.
She pulled back, ducking her head away from me. I tilted her chin up, kissing her gently once more.
“We’re going to do this again, right?”
She nodded but didn’t say anything.
Something tingled in my brain, but I still couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Kiana yawned and looked like she was ready to fall asleep on her feet.
“I’ll head out,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She followed me to the door. “I guess we need to tell people about us.”
“I don’t want to hide this, Kiana.”
She smiled. “You’re right. We should tell everyone.”
“Thank you.”
I said goodbye and kissed her again. It was hard to leave, but I knew better. Ethan taught me a few things about women. And maintaining a relationship.
Starting with listening to what she doesn’t say when she wants you to get out.
Kapena was sitting outside when I got home. He gave me a look I couldn’t read. With a sigh, I went to sit with him.
“How’s my sister?”
I nodded. “Good.”
He was silent for a long minute, sipping his beer. He huffed. “This is fucking weird.”
“Yeah.”
“You know I’ll kill you if you hurt her.”
“Noted.”
“Good. Where’d you take her?”
I laughed. “We ended up at Ben’s. I tried to go to Aloha Grill, but—”
“They’re closed today.”
I nodded. “Yep. I found that out when I pulled into the empty parking lot.”
Kapena laughed at me. “Kiki loves Ben’s. She also likes Ohana Cafe, MJ’s, and Big Island Breakfast.” He paused. “I don’t ever want to hear about you taking my sister to breakfast.”
I snorted. “Trust me. I won’t tell you.”
“Shit,” Kapena muttered. “I don’t know about this. What do I even know about you?”
“What did you know about Anthony?”
“You’re not making me feel better.”
“Okay, fine. What do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “Are you going to fuck with my sister?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I like her. I’m not saying I’m gonna have you walk her down the aisle to me anytime soon, but I like her. I want to see where things can go.”
“Why did your last relationship end?”
I sighed. I didn’t want to tell him everything, but I was the one who opened up the conversation. “I was involved with my boss. It was a bad idea from the start for a lot of reasons, but we gave it a shot. I saw her every few weeks, and it wasn’t enough to sustain a real relationship.”
His eyebrows went up. “Your first real relationship ever is with my sister. And you’re how old?”
I breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t going to push for more about Amanda. “I’m thirty-seven. And I dated girls in high school and college, a little since. My old job required a lot of travel, so I wasn’t in one place long enough to keep anything going. It’s been a while since I’ve been involved with anyone I wanted to see more than a few times.”
“This was your first date,” he scoffed. “How do you know you want to keep seeing her?”
I shrugged, keeping my face neutral. Kapena did not need to know all the things I did to and with his sister. Or how much I was looking forward to doing them all again. “I’m not ready to run yet.”
“Yet? What about when you are?”
I pulled in a breath. “I don’t know. All I can tell you is I wouldn’t be getting involved with her if I didn’t think she was different.”
“Maybe you’re just horny,” Kapena growled. “Looking to screw my sister twice.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not trying to screw her over.”
Kapena gave me a look that said he knew I’d purposely omitted the other kind of screw. I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of me.
“You didn’t want to hear about that. I know you don’t trust me. I get it. I wouldn’t either if she was one of my girl friends.”
“Girlfriends? I thought you said you didn’t have girlfriends!”
“No, I meant friends that are girls. Female friends.”
“How many ‘female friends’ do you have?”
“A lot. Which means I know how to treat a woman. I had a lot of women telling me the way they should be treated.”
“Did you listen?”
I laughed. “If I knew what was good for me.”
Kapena huffed and grinned. “I think I like these women. Are any of them single?”
I shook my head. “They’re all married, engaged, or on the verge.”
“Damn. I could use a woman to keep my bed warm for a little while.”
“What about Ada? You seem pretty protective of her.”
Kapena rolled his eyes. “Please. She’s Kiki’s best friend.”
“And?”
“No,” Kapena said. “She’s not the kind of woman to take the edge off. She’s a forever type. You know what she does for a living.”
I shrugged. “She’s an officiant. So?”
“She marries people for a living. She’s the definition of commitment.”
“But you like her, right?”
“Not like that. She’s a good kid.”
“Seriously? That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say?” Kapena snapped. “That she’s hot as fuck and I want to bend her over my couch and have at her? No. That’s not the case. She’s the kind of woman who wants a man to cherish her. She’s going to wait for the man who can wine and dine her. I’m not her kind of guy.”
“Maybe you are and she just doesn’t know it.”
“Why are you pushing this? I told you there’s nothing there.”
I shrugged. “I just thought there was something between you when I saw you two together. You had a pretty possessive look on your face.”
“Yeah, because you’re not the kind of guy she needs either.”
“I’m not interested in Ada, dude.”
“You better not be. I think the only thing worse than you messing up my sister is messing up her and her friendship with Ada.”
“Not gonna happen. One of these days, you’ll believe me.”
“When you put a ring on my sister, I might.”
For some reason, that idea appealed more than I expected it to. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t ready. But I wasn’t running either.
Kapena and I talked a few more minutes, but it wasn’t long before we were both heading to bed. I fell asleep with Kiana on my mind. Those sounds she made, the way she moved, how wet she was when I slid into her… maybe that could be my new dream.
Maybe she could be my new dream.