Okay.
She agreed more sounded good, and his heart thrilled. He couldn't seem to calm his racing pulse, or even want to, or the bright and eager hunger lighting in his eyes. Every move she made only made it worse, tugged that ravenous gaze down to watch her. Each squirm and wiggle under him, each breathless gasp that echoed across his own lips, it all sent him further and further away from right, and wrong, and Dad, and everything. There was only her, out here, in the middle of the sea. Only her, and him.
And she wanted more.
His groan made her push against him again, and he gasped at that too. So right. It was so right. Not wrong at all. He kissed the corner of her mouth, testing, watching to be sure this was okay with her, and she nuzzled his face with another soft gasp. His eyes closed briefly, loving that sound far too much, desire rising, then he brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened and she tried to follow when he started to pull away, but damn, he really couldn't. He wanted more than just that already, and he kissed her again. And she kissed back. Hesitant, but it was enough to send his thoughts reeling and drag another groan from him.
Kali...
Khari, she said back, meeting his eyes with another restless arch of her back and shift of her body. Oh, god. His body ached to answer hers, to press against her more and bear down on her. Every muscle in his body felt taut and constricted, holding himself back. Still had some control. I like the way that feels. A lot, I think, she told him. It made him want to please her more. It was okay if it was for her, and not him, right? She was aching, and he was helping. Making her feel better.
He could hear her confusion. How they'd always played before but not like this. She reached for him, her lips barely meeting his. Didn't know what she was asking for. A reason, an answer, an explanation. Why was it different now, why hadn't they done this before. Or maybe another kiss. Maybe like the ones he buried into her neck. Yeah, he could do that. She had definitely liked that. He did too.
Khari?
But he didn't answer in words or thoughts this time, taking her mouth with his again. So perfect. Felt so good. And again. He leaned his body into her more, hard muscles against her soft skin and young curves, and slid his kisses to her jaw then her throat. They deepened, and he played with teeth and tongue and little pinches that sparked her nerves. He wanted to please her, to leave her so wanting for him that she wakes in the night to beg for him to take her, to satisfy this deep ache in her only he could reach. He moaned at that image, holding her tighter so she could feel as much of him as he could press against her, his skin burning.
Secret, he breathed to her mind as he continued his kissing and biting and tasting, so perfectly lost in her thoughts and wrapped around her. We're a secret. They wouldn't understand. He was certain that he was doing wrong, doing too much. But her body crushed to his was everything. They were so far away. Nobody would find out anyway as long as they didn't tell. They could do it again. Every time she came to ask him to take her to the river, they could kiss again. And touch, and explore, and be. You can keep us secret, can't you? If you want this. If you want more. He gave her another pinch, just a little harder, with a soft moan, hoping to hear a breathless gasp of Yes.