Page 117 of Kiwi Gold
Dark beauty. Night beauty.
You’ve got me on my knees.
She was dressed in her dark-copper hair, her golden eyes and golden skin, and a white underdress that showed off every curve, and she was reaching for me. Trusting me.
She said, “Take off your shorts.” I did. After that, she got to her knees and pulled that underdress over her head.
Her bra and thong were pale. Not lace. Simpler than that. Nearly transparent, like the dress, and the bra fastened in the front.
I was on my knees, too. Running my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and back up again. Down again, more slowly this time, reveling in the silk of her skin. My fingers tracing over the bracelet she’d worn for me, the way it fastened over her, and getting that kick of lust. Watching my fingers threading through hers, like that photo on her instruction sheet. An instruction sheet I’d read, along with the rest of them.
I lowered her slowly down with my hands through hers, and then I lay over her, her hands held beside her head, and kissed her again. Kissed her still. Kissed her forever.
* * *
Laila
He kissed my mouth until my lips felt swollen, until I was nothing but an ache, and then he was releasing my hands and touching my face. So gentle, and so possessive. He kissed my cheeks, one after the other, and my closed eyes. And then he said, his voice as gentle as his hand, “I’m going to undress you.”
“Yes,” I said. It was all I could manage, because he was kissing my neck again, going slow, and that felt too good. I lifted my chin, turned my head, and he put a hand through my hair at the top of my head, held me there, and kissed my neck some more, like he could stay here all night. My hips were rocking already, and I was panting. He murmured in my ear, “Feels good, eh.”
“Y-yeh.” It was all I could say, except it wasn’t, because I said, “Please. Do it some more.”
He smiled, and he did it, and when he left, I wanted him back. Except …
A slow hand tracing down my bra strap, drifting along the ribboned edge of the soft cup. A hot mouth following the hand, barely there, and burning me up. It felt like forever until he flicked the clasp open, and when he did, his mouth didn’t follow it. Instead, his hand drifted over me, just like that first time, his palm brushing over the nipple, waking it up. I opened my eyes, and I saw him watching that hand. His other hand still held mine, out away from my body, and I had my free hand in his hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers.
My nipple was hard as diamond now, and when he shifted to the other one, I moaned. When his mouth descended on the first one, the one that needed him so much, I cried out. And when he started to suck, I was rocking.
“Shit,”he muttered, and I tried to raise up and couldn’t.
“Wh-what?” I asked. It came out on a breath, because he was kissing his way across to the other breast now, his finger and thumb pinching the nipple he’d just abandoned.
“Too sweet,” he said. “Too good.”
By the time he was kissing his way over my belly, I was rigid with desire. And when his mouth closed over me, I lifted straight up into it.
This time, he said,“Fuck.”Then he shifted on the bed, his body perpendicular to mine, lifted a leg up over his back, and said, “Rest it on me.”
Oh, God. I’d read about this one. Something about being able to move your mouth differently on her, about spreading her wide with the fingers of one hand and getting another finger inside her. I hadn’t had an opinion, because I’d never done this. All I knew was, his finger was curving, pressing into the front of my vaginal wall, his tongue was moving from side to side, his other hand was holding my labia open, stroking over them, and I was bucking.
The orgasm came fast, and it came hard. When he started to suck, I couldn’t hold back anymore, because it was coming from everywhere. Deep inside me, and right there where his mouth was. It was everywhere, and it was burning me down, taking me over. I was convulsing, and the moment I finished, I was starting up again.
He worked me over until I was shaking. Until I was shuddering. Until I’d lost my words and lost my mind. And then, when all I could do was lie there, limp and shaking, my eyes closed and my breath coming in great heaving gasps, he kissed me one last time, drew his hand over the slickness he’d drawn out of me, and said, his voice strained and a little rough, “I can’t wait any longer.”
“D-don’t,” I said.
He stilled. “What?”
“Don’t wait,” I said. “Don’twait.Please, Lachlan. Please.”
* * *
Lachlan
I was going to do this, or I was going to die. My hands were moving, even though they wanted to shake. Finding the condom, and rolling it on. Finding that other thing I’d bought. Looking at the way Laila was lying there, arms over her head, breathing so hard, her body like ivory and gold, and thinking again,I’m going to die.
I got my hands around her waist, kissed her belly, and said, “Time to do those things on your list.”
