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Keahi

Malia and I are cuddling underneath the sheets.

She’s wearing my clothes again and it’s all I can do to pull her as close as possible with her back to my front.

Self-control, I know, I know. She just looks so damn good. And her scent- skies above. There’s nothing more intoxicating than burying my face in the crook of her neck and breathing her in.

She did just shower using my shower gel, which is strangely appealing to me.

She’s so thoroughly mine right now.

Just as I’m hers.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks before snuggling a little closer, unfortunately thereby rubbing her ass perfectly against my boxers.

"Don’t do that," I groan, only for Malia to chuckle.

"What?" she asks innocently before repeating the motion.

Devilish creature.

"You want to sleep," I remind her.

I don’t think I’ll get much of that as it is, but if she continues teasing me like this, the night will be torture.

"Yeah, yeah." She’s now pressing her ass back hard enough against me that I’m sure she can feel me through our clothes.

She goes to rub herself against me once again, but I grip her hips mid-motion.

"If you want to sleep, I suggest you stop now." I tighten my grip on her slightly, overly aware of how perfectly her flesh molds into my hands.

"Only if I want to sleep? Then how about you loosen that grip on me so we can go on here?” That gives me a pause.

Still, the finality in her voice is enough for me to let go slightly and let Malia continue with her task of making me harder than a damn rock.

I brush her hair away from her neck, still slightly dumbfounded, and huff a laugh against her exposed neck.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask before placing the first chaste kiss on her soft skin.

I start by placing one just below her jaw before licking a trail down her neck. That’s the teasing she gets before I suck on her neck with the goal to leave bruises that’ll let everyone know to keep their hands off her.

Malia turns her neck to give me space, moaning softly and still moving against me.

I bite her sensitive skin, focused on her reaction to figure out just what she likes.

Bites, apparently, since she makes another one of those sweet sounds.

Once I’m satisfied with my artwork, I twist Malia so I am hovering over her.

While I’ve never been a fan of hickeys, seeing the mark on her skin satisfies a primal part within me screaming mine.

Malia yelps at the sudden change of position, and I get the hottest view of her looking up at me all wide-eyed.

She does snap out of that state of surprise and the next thing I know; her hands are pulling my shirt up slowly.

Inch by inch, she draws the fabric up while she’s taking in my exposed body like it’s her next meal. Finally, I help her get it off completely before connecting our lips.

I haven’t kissed her in way too long, I realize.

My body is reacting to the action in an instant, and even more blood tries to rush to my dick.

It’s long since uncomfortable but I won’t complain. This moment is enough to make up for it as it is.

Malia’s hands find their way to my back, which she now starts touching as if she’s searching for something, mapping it.

Not that I mind, her taking her sweet time exploring my body is as much fun to me as it is to her.

Yours truly can multitask though, so I take my shirt off her as well while I enjoy feeling her touch me.

The view I’m greeted with is both heaven and hell.

She’s not wearing a bra, so her breasts are beautifully on display, the handful of flesh pressed-up against her chest in this position.

When Malia’s chuckle tells me I might’ve been staring for too long, I focus back on her face.

She’s smirking as if she was in full control despite how heavily lidded her eyes are.

Just as I think it might be due to exhaustion, she wraps her legs around my hips and pulls my lower body tightly against hers.

Not tired, then.

Chills break out along my back at the feeling of her warm skin against mine and her stiff nipples pressed up against my chest.

I lean low to steal another kiss.

She responds with the same need as her hands rip at the roots of my hair to earn a moan from me.

That’s what she clearly yearns for since I can feel her smile against my lips. Oh, game’s on.

I pull away just enough to break our kiss before trailing my lips down her neck and toward her chest.

I believe I have some teasing to repay.

I take my sweet time kissing and sucking on each of her breasts, feeling Malia’s breathing get more and more uneven under my attention.

I now know how she must’ve felt when she teased me in the car.

It’s the same empowerment I feel now that I have her panting beneath me.

By the time I reach the waistband of her pants, Malia is squirming impatiently.

“Is this okay?” I ask, fisting the waistband in anticipation to take them off.

She nods, her eyes fixed to mine, so I slowly drag the fabric off her legs to reveal inches above inches of toned muscle. What really catches my eye are the scars painting her skin like she told me. There are many of them; some protruding slightly, some no more than a fine white line.

While they might be nasty reminders of her painful past to Malia, they’re beautiful to me.

Painful to think about their history, but beautiful, nonetheless.

They tell a story, after all. The story of the strongest woman I know, who had to prove herself too many times but instead of breaking only got stronger. They’re gorgeous. I palm her hips, fingers brushing over the jagged scar there before I lower my face to kiss it.

“You are perfect,” I tell her, then kiss the scar next to it.

“So strong.” I move over her legs, giving each scar the same attention with my eyes locked on hers and words of worship on my tongue.

When I’m done, I move up her body once more.

“Do you believe me yet?” I ask.

A thrilled smile tilts her lips as she hums.

“I don’t know.

Maybe I need some more convincing.”

I smile back, glad to see her at ease and confident even bared to me.

“A challenge I’ll gladly rise to.” I nibble a line down her stomach, loving the way she feels beneath my hands as I go.

Once I reach the cotton triangle of her panties, I chance another look at my girl. Not a stitch of insecurity, just as is appropriate. A little impatience, perhaps, and a lot of heat in those watercolor eyes.

I press my lips to the smooth fabric before me and lock our gazes, spreading her legs wide apart with my hands on her knees.

Once she’s beautifully exposed, I slowly let my fingers trail along the inside of her smooth thighs, never looking away from her eyes.

She’s gazing down at me hungrily, and I love to see her eyes flutter close when my fingers find the edge of her panties, her stomach caving with a sudden intake of breath.

I tease the skin just beside the fabric, finally bringing my eyes down to her pussy just inches from my face.

My pulse is racing, and I nearly groan as I notice the wet spot on the bottom of her underwear.

I start off by touching her center through the thin fabric, ever so teasingly.

"Keahi," Malia whines.

I continue my slow movements until she tries to move against me.

"Ah, ah, ah,” I tut.

“This is payback, Princess.

You either wait patiently as I have done before, or I’ll stop altogether."

She stills beneath me.

"Good girl," I praise her when she doesn’t protest before proceeding to take her panties off and spreading her legs.

I’ve been dying to get another taste of her for too long, so when my eyes land on the pink, glistening skin between her legs, I don’t hesitate to dive in.

Malia must be surprised by my sudden action because she almost squeezes her strong thighs together with my head between them.

She stops herself as my grip on her waist tightens and I pull her center closer against my face, groaning when she drips all over my chin.

I lick a trail up and down her slit once before circling her clit with my tongue.

I make sure to monitor her reactions as I do certain things to learn exactly what she likes and what she loves.

When I suck on her clit and her hips buck, I make sure to store that information nearby.

That, and that she prefers being tongued sideways rather than from top to bottom. I’m still teasing her, though, driving her close to the edge before pulling back just enough to stop her from coming. Yet.

One of Malia’s hands finds its way into my hair.

I never thought I’d like it since it feels like giving up a bit of power, but it doesn’t feel that way with Malia.

I’m quickly realizing I’d give this girl anything she asked for. I do push her back into the mattress with one of my hands when she tries moving against my mouth, though.

"Right now, you’ll take what I want to give, not more.

Understood?" I breathe against her center.

Malia makes a sound in response that I choose to take as a yes. Satisfaction spurs me on. “That’s right. Let me take care of you. You’re doing great.”

I decide to show her just how good listening to me in bed can be and work her back up without stopping this time.

Her legs tense around me and her body shudders as her long-awaited orgasm powers through her, and I suck her through it.

She grips my hair and sheets impossibly tighter, biting down on her lips in an attempt to keep quiet. She’s far from quiet, but it’s a cute try. Her stifled noises all go straight to my throbbing dick.

I carefully lick up the rest of her orgasm before leaving my place between her legs with one last kiss.

It takes a moment for Malia to come down from her high and open her eyes, but when she does, I finally kiss her again.

Gentle, now, since the woman is clearly all tired out.

She barely slept last night since she spent it in the cold, has been up and about all day, and now this.

One can only have so much energy.

I gather her in my arms and lie down at her side. Her head nestles against my chest, fitting me perfectly.

"I love you," Malia breathes out, her eyes already closed as exhaustion takes over.

I’m not sure if she meant to say it, she hasn’t since I almost died in her arms, but my heart goes wild.

Like crazy, I-just-ran-for-my-life wild.

I place my forehead against hers before closing my eyes and whispering, "I love you too," with my heart in my throat.

Even if she didn’t mean to say it, I mean it with everything I’ve got.