Page 70 of Pallas & Kawehi

He met her halfway in a kiss.

And then another.

Pallas murmured against her lips. "Waking up with you is amazing."

She blushed and turned away from him. "I was so afraid you'd run screaming from the house when you saw my hair."

He let go of one wrist and combed his fingers through her hair. "I like it. Wild curls." He watched her eyes to see how she was reacting and cupped his hand around the back of the nape of her neck. "I like seeing you like this."

She moved easily with his guiding hand and opened her lips against his.

Pallas smiled as he deepened their kiss.

He teased her tongue with his own and when she turned her head to give him better access, he swept his tongue against her, making love to her with his mouth.

A soft whimper reached his ears and his cock jumped behind the Velcro closure of his board shorts. He let go of her other wrist and her hands grasped onto his shoulders. He combed his fingers through her hair again so he could hold it back from her face.

He felt her fingers bite into his shoulders and her tongue passed the barrier of their lips and into his mouth.

The shift of her weight pushed against him, and he lowered himself back to the bed to give her access.

She moved up, her knees coming to rest beside his hips, bringing her heat to the base of his cock.

He moaned into her mouth, and she deepened the kiss.

He skimmed his hands over her back, finding buttons along the back of her loose nightgown.

Pallas wanted to undo the buttons, but he didn't want to do it without asking her first, so he fiddled with the buttons to keep his hands busy.

Kawehi broke off the kiss and looked down into his face. "Yeah."

He smiled. "Yeah?"

She smiled right back. "Please." Then she was kissing him again.

It felt like heaven, feeling her passion building with their kisses. He moved his hands back to her buttons and slid them free with ease.

Pallas felt her smile against his lips before he broke off the kiss again. "It's open."

Kawehi nodded. "Help me get it off?"

KAWEHI

The look on his face made her ache.

As his fingers parted the back of her nightgown, she braced her hands on his chest and splayed her fingers over his skin.

The look in his eyes darkened. "I love having your hands on me."

She bit into her bottom lip as he peeled her nightgown down her arms. Moments before the neckline of her gown dropped below her breasts, she was tempted to turn away, but she didn't.

When the neckline of the cotton gown caught on and pulled free of her nipples, falling to her waist, she kept her eyes on Dom. She wanted to see what he thought.

What he felt.

And he looked her over from head to hip with open amazement in his eyes.

He moved his hands, lifting them, fisting, and flexing his hands as if he wasn't sure what he should do.

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