Read Online My Beloved: A Thin Love Novella by Eden Butler - Free Book Online
Authors: Eden Butler
Tags: Contemporary
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never failed to leave Keira panting. Kona groaned, returned his mouth to her neck, moving his teeth, his tongue, over her pulse as he continued to move his fingers inside her. Keira let her head fall back, lost as the sensation Kona’s tongue and mouth and long, strong fingers shot through her body. Instinctively, Keira squeezed against his fingers, her hips moving in small circles as his movements increased. “Yes, baby, just like that. Squeeze me hard, stroke me with those tight muscles, love me from the inside. That’s what I always anticipate, Wildcat. That’s what you always give me.”
Keira’s sharp gasp surprised her, but not her purring when Kona went deeper. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down fully on top of her, her breath coming out in short pants against his lips. “Kona. Oh bebe, please fuck me.”
His only response was a low, needy growl and the lightening quick speed of his hands on Keira’s body, desperate, eager as he pulled her dress off.
“Don’t… rip… rip it.”
“Fuck that dress. That dress can go straight to hell.” He leaned up, hurried to strip himself bare before he was on top of Keira again, opening her up to him with his hands pressing down on the inside of her thighs. “That dress was in my way.”
And then, with nothing barring him from her naked body, Kona thrust inside, no preamble, no warning and Keira cried out, loving how full she felt, how hard he took her.
They became a tumble of limbs and mouths, pulling, pushing, taking and Keira’s mind was too foggy, too full to care about anything but the way Kona felt inside of her, how deeply he touched her. She didn’t care that she was screaming, likely advertising their make-up sex to the entire resort, that she yanked on Kona’s hair, that he flipped their positions and moved her up and down, hard against his dick.
Keira only cared that Kona was hers, that the only thing that really mattered was the way their bodies fit together, the taste of sweat on their skin and the idea that this beautiful, frustrating, sweet, strong man would be hers… always.
He loved the smell of her body after he’d taken her. Kona loved how warm her skin felt, how soft her fingers were when she scratched her nails through his hair. He was threatening to drift off and nuzzled closer against her stomach. Her touch was too comfortable, fingers in his hair as she hummed, voice a raspy, melodic whisper that felt like a drug.
“What is that song?”
“I heard it in Waikiki when Malaine took me to the farmer’s market. There was a player with hulu girls performing for the tourists. I liked the melody.”
“It sounds so familiar.” But he couldn’t place it, then didn’t care about anything but feel of Keira’s soft skin rubbing against his face as she snuggled down deeper onto the mattress.
“I’ve loved you for half my life.” She said that like the idea surprised her, like she couldn’t believe all the time they’d been apart, then together again had added to something like more than half of her life.
“You’re just figuring that out, Wildcat?”
“It’s just something that popped into my head.” She turned onto her side and Kona followed pulling her against his chest as they faced each other on the pillow. “That half a year at CPU, all those years you were gone, and the almost half a year since you came back. That’s half my life.”
“You counted the time we weren’t together?”
Keira’s smile was easy, sweet as she moved her chin, let her thumb trace across his scar. “Just because you weren’t around doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I had a daily reminder of how thick my love was for you, bebe.”
“You never stopped either?” She grinned wider and shook her head. Kona couldn’t help kissing her then, small and brief, but those lips, that tiny taste, was still drugging. Like always. “I think it gets better, stronger the older you get.”
“I don’t think that’s
Keira’s sharp gasp surprised her, but not her purring when Kona went deeper. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down fully on top of her, her breath coming out in short pants against his lips. “Kona. Oh bebe, please fuck me.”
His only response was a low, needy growl and the lightening quick speed of his hands on Keira’s body, desperate, eager as he pulled her dress off.
“Don’t… rip… rip it.”
“Fuck that dress. That dress can go straight to hell.” He leaned up, hurried to strip himself bare before he was on top of Keira again, opening her up to him with his hands pressing down on the inside of her thighs. “That dress was in my way.”
And then, with nothing barring him from her naked body, Kona thrust inside, no preamble, no warning and Keira cried out, loving how full she felt, how hard he took her.
They became a tumble of limbs and mouths, pulling, pushing, taking and Keira’s mind was too foggy, too full to care about anything but the way Kona felt inside of her, how deeply he touched her. She didn’t care that she was screaming, likely advertising their make-up sex to the entire resort, that she yanked on Kona’s hair, that he flipped their positions and moved her up and down, hard against his dick.
Keira only cared that Kona was hers, that the only thing that really mattered was the way their bodies fit together, the taste of sweat on their skin and the idea that this beautiful, frustrating, sweet, strong man would be hers… always.
He loved the smell of her body after he’d taken her. Kona loved how warm her skin felt, how soft her fingers were when she scratched her nails through his hair. He was threatening to drift off and nuzzled closer against her stomach. Her touch was too comfortable, fingers in his hair as she hummed, voice a raspy, melodic whisper that felt like a drug.
“What is that song?”
“I heard it in Waikiki when Malaine took me to the farmer’s market. There was a player with hulu girls performing for the tourists. I liked the melody.”
“It sounds so familiar.” But he couldn’t place it, then didn’t care about anything but feel of Keira’s soft skin rubbing against his face as she snuggled down deeper onto the mattress.
“I’ve loved you for half my life.” She said that like the idea surprised her, like she couldn’t believe all the time they’d been apart, then together again had added to something like more than half of her life.
“You’re just figuring that out, Wildcat?”
“It’s just something that popped into my head.” She turned onto her side and Kona followed pulling her against his chest as they faced each other on the pillow. “That half a year at CPU, all those years you were gone, and the almost half a year since you came back. That’s half my life.”
“You counted the time we weren’t together?”
Keira’s smile was easy, sweet as she moved her chin, let her thumb trace across his scar. “Just because you weren’t around doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I had a daily reminder of how thick my love was for you, bebe.”
“You never stopped either?” She grinned wider and shook her head. Kona couldn’t help kissing her then, small and brief, but those lips, that tiny taste, was still drugging. Like always. “I think it gets better, stronger the older you get.”
“I don’t think that’s
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