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Malia

Keahi’s pace is picking up, giving me exactly what I want as he starts pounding into me more relentlessly.

The feeling is heady.

I’ve lost any sort of grip on reality; all there is now is Keahi and the way he’s making me feel. And how he’s making me feel is really fucking good. I’m breathless and sweaty but there’s no way to even describe this.

Keahi grips my hips so my body doesn’t rock with his thrusts too much while leaving sloppy kisses along my neck.

“You feel perfect, my love.

So perfect,” he groans when his lips lift off my skin. I’m barely even capable to turn my head to give him space, but I try. How can he focus on so many things at once? He holds himself up with the hand on my hip while his other disappears between our sweaty bodies to touch my clit. I buck beneath him, but the move only allows him to slide in so far he reaches the end of me. Sparks of pleasure explode in my womb.

“Right there,” I breathe, keeping my hips up to deepen our connection.

He groans again, biting the slope of my neck as he drives into me with long, deep thrusts.

He leans back on his knees, righting himself and taking my hips with him to never sever our connection.

He places a pillow beneath my hips to take the strain from my legs, lifting one up on his shoulder the next moment.

The spot he hits inside of me in this new position is heavenly, bringing just the right amount of pain with it as I try to accommodate his length inside of me.

One big hand runs up and down my leg on his shoulder while the other kneads the flesh on my hip.

I groan at the way he’s handling me, taking control and taking note of my cues like he always does.

“You like this, baby? Is this better?” he asks, leaning closer so we’re nearly chest to chest with my leg trapped between our sweaty bodies. I nod urgently, happy he’s close enough to dig my nails into his back where I grab him.

I feel his heavy breaths on my chest, fanning against my stiff nipples to make them peak.

It only adds to the mix of sensations wrecking my body.

It’s when his hand leaves my leg to play with my clit even as he keeps up his unrelenting pace that the same sparks as before gather in my womb in a first sign of my upcoming orgasm.

I feel my walls tighten and flutter around him, and I bring my foot to his hip to pull him closer, telling him silently that I want him to hit the spot at the back of me again.

He does, deepening his hips’ movements with every thrust until I can’t suppress the husky moans he draws from me.

"Keahi, I can’t wait much longer," I tell him when my whole skin starts tingling.

He nods against my skin.

“I’m with you, baby.

Been ready since you sat your pretty little cunt down on me.”

His moves start getting jerkier and more desperate, and I finally let myself come, wanting him to be there with me.

I throw my head back as a feeling so intense it has my whole body shaking rakes through me.

Faintly, I feel Keahi stilling and finding his release as well, but his finger on my clit doesn’t ease until I’m a limp puddle on his bed.

Even after our highs have worn off slightly, we stay in this position, just enjoying each other’s presence and this moment for a little longer.

I’ll admit he’s successfully tired me out because my eyelids and limps feel incredibly heavy.

The next time I open my eyes, Keahi’s no longer lying on top of me.

After a beat, I notice something is touching my entrance, and I nearly jump.

"Just cleaning up the mess I’ve made," Keahi chuckles.

I look down to see him with a small towel between my legs.

The fabric’s only barely touching me, devastatingly gentle, and I can’t help but find this the most heartwarming thing.

"I must’ve fallen asleep.

Thanks," I think I’m blushing, and I don’t appreciate it.

He’s seen me close up before, but this still feels like a whole new level of intimacy.

"All done.

And yes, but it’s only been a few minutes.

Are you ready to go to sleep or do you need anything else?" he asks me.

"I’ll just use the bathroom quickly.

Can I have some clothes of yours to wear?"

"Of course.

Though, I’d totally support it if you wanted to sleep naked," he adds with a wink.

I shake my head and leave the room, smiling to myself.

Fresh clothes are ready on the side of Keahi’s bed when I come back.

I put them on before climbing beneath the sheets and cuddling up to him.

"I’d say you get to choose all our games from now on," he utters, softly brushing a few strands of hair from the side of my face.

My chest feels impossibly fuzzier at the tender gesture, and I nuzzle my face closer to into his chest.

"Sure thing.

Next time I won’t let you win," I muse against his warm skin.

"You are unbelievable." He laughs at me while shaking his head slightly.

"I’m also unbelievably jealous of the people that came before me.

How many were there, anyway?" I half-joke.

I’m not jealous, that would make no sense, but I am curious.

"Does it matter? It was never like this.

Besides, you should be glad about it if anything, because if I hadn’t had practice, this wouldn’t have been so mind-blowing.

We’re not all naturals like you are," he jokes. I’m glad he laughs at himself because if he was serious, I would have left. The three of us probably wouldn’t have had enough space on this bed anyway. That is, me, Keahi, and his massive ego.

"Just give me your best guess, come on."

"If you insist.

The magic number would be three before you."

"Really? I knew about Eteri, but I’ve never seen you with anyone else."

"I’m not going to give you their names.

Who knows what you’ll do the next time I burn your toast or something."

We laugh and tease each other for a little longer before we end up in comfortable silence.

“Tell me about your first time,” I finally say, curiosity getting the best of me.

He laughs to himself telling me the story is something to look forward to.

"All right.

it was quite sad. It was with an older girl at the academy, and I came way too quickly. I was so embarrassed but tried to play it cool by leaving instantly and never talking to her again. To be fair, I was only fourteen." Keahi chuckles as my head whips around.

"Fourteen?" I exclaim.

I thought he might’ve had more experience than me when we were kids, but that’s not what I expected.

I always thought the academy was really strict about those things.

“How old was she?” I ask, still flabbergasted.

“Can’t say I remember.

Sixteen? Maybe seventeen?” he shrugs, but a heavy weight drops in my stomach.

“Keahi, that’s not okay.

You were a child.

She never should have come on to you.”

“Oh, don’t hit me with that sad tone, Princess.

It’s not as bad as it sounds.

Believe me, it never made me feel like a victim, so wipe that look off your face. Really, Malia. I probably came on to her at the time. I was a menace as a child.”

That, he was, but his words do little to reassure me.

I make sure to wipe my expression clean and aim for a teasing note as my shoulder bumps his, nonetheless.

If he doesn’t want to talk about it or hear why what happened is still wrong, I won’t force him to. I change the topic.

"So, you and Eteri were already having sex before I got kidnapped?"

"We mostly did other things, but I guess, yes.

Are you slut shaming me, Malia?" he teases me.

"You know I’m not," I say with a hit to his shoulder.

"Rise and shine."

"No, fuck off," I mumble.

I don’t know what time it is, but it’s my day off, so Keahi can stick his motivation back up his butt and come back to bed because I’m not leaving.

"We finally get to spend a full day together.

I’m not letting you sleep through this.

Plus, your eggs are getting cold."

"You’re going to be cold if you don’t let me sleep," I say into my pillow.

I hear Keahi chuckle before the blanket is cruelly pulled off of me.

"You monster!" I whip around.

"Come on, drama queen, breakfast is ready." Oh, so reluctantly I get off the bed to follow Keahi to the living room.

My stomping cuts off when I see what he’s prepared.

How, just how, did I score so high with Keahi? His table is set for two and a bunch of different foods are placed orderly on it.

"That’s so cute.

How long have you been awake? I thought you didn’t have groceries," I ask.

I’d kiss him, but the thought of morning breath mingling is a sure deterrent.

"A little over two hours.

My sleep schedule is all messed up and it’s almost noon."

"Just so you know, you didn’t have to do this.

I would have been just as happy with a stale piece of toast as long as you made it for me.

Though, since you did all of this instead, how about we go right at it? It smells irresistibly good."

With a satisfied chuckle, he gestures that the buffet is open.

"You mentioned Netflix once, right? I googled it and it sounds nice.

Maybe we could spend the day watching some movies.

That way I’d learn about pop culture and how to use your tv," I propose between bites. I don’t think I’m up for a day of adventure, so chilling on the couch with Keahi for hours sounds great right now.

"Sure, sounds good," he agrees around a mouthful of fresh bread.

Once we’re done, my stomach so full I think I might burst, I help him clean up the kitchen before we get comfortable on the couch.

I find out Netflix is simple enough and the two of us settle on a show to watch together.

In the prospect of living together soon, in three days to be exact, it makes more sense. Especially considering our different tastes in movies. It’ll save us some time and arguing in the future.