*Lokela

Ray stepped into his room, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. For a moment, they stood in the middle of the floor not speaking.

"What do we do first?" Ray asked.

He cleared his throat. "Whatever feels right to you. This is your night. We start when you want, we stop when you choose."

"You don't mind?" Ray asked.

His breath exploded from his chest in a smothered laugh. The last thing he wanted to do was alert the other seven guys in the house that he had Ray in there with him wondering if he minded being used for sex.

He coughed, recovering. "No. I don't mind. I will enjoy this so long as you enjoy it."

"So I can take off your shirt and that doesn't bother you?"

"Why don't stop asking and give it a try?" he suggested.

She bit her lower lip, but reached over to his tee-shirt's hem and dragged it up his torso. At the level of his shoulders, she seemed confused and couldn't quite manage. He yanked it off.

"Can I take off your shirt?" he asked, his hands already itching to touch her bare skin.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

He tugged the bottom of her shirt from her shorts and lifted. She raised her arms in the air to let him pull it up and over her head and off. She shifted on her bare feet, watching his face intently for a reaction. Her breasts were cupped in a lacy bra with silken straps, their small mounds making his mouth water. She was gorgeous.

"Ray, you are so—"

She stopped him with a finger to his lips. "You don't have to use fancy words or try to flatter me. Actions will speak tonight. I've had enough of words convincing me to thing or feel something."

He swept her up in his arms, hand at the back of her head to kiss her. Their bare skin pressed together and the sweet sensation of her breasts against his chest gave him an instant erection. She kissed him back, tangling her hands in his ponytail.

"Take it off," she said, yanking on the rubber band.

He freed his hair, giving his head a little shake. That made her laugh. "You are beautiful, Lokela. Do you know that?"

He didn't, but it was nice of her to say so. "No words, remember? Unless you want me to stop. At any moment, if something isn't right, promise to tell me."

She smiled.

"No," he insisted. "Promise to tell me. I will stop at any time if you need me to."

"I promise to tell you."

"Good. Because you don't owe me anything, no matter how far or not we go together, this is for you."

"What do we do now? Specifically, what am I supposed to do?" She waved her hands at him.

"Try this." He took her hands and placed them on his chest, near his heart, ordering his knees not to buckle at her feather touch. Her palms grazed his skin—the weight could have been a brick wall the way it hit his lungs.

"Am I doing all right?" she asked.

"You're perfect."

What he didn't say was to ask her if she'd ever made out or kissed guys before. While he couldn't quite believe no dude have ever fallen hard for her in the past and made some serious moves, he didn't want to know. So she was twenty and gorgeous and completely unsure of herself in the bedroom. It didn't matter why or how, or if it was plain insecurity that made her hesitate.

She was there with him now.

And he had no need to hear about how she dated Jimmy in the eight grade and on her first French kiss, she bit him so badly he needed stitches, or how in the tenth grade she started to make out with Brad under the bleachers, but the gym coach caught them with their hands up each other's shirts. No. She was perfect, just as she was now, with him.

And he was super-fucking glad she had chosen him that night and not some dickhead who would jump her in thirty seconds.

Not that he was going to last long if and hopefully (fuck, he was hoping so bad) when things really got going, but until then he would take all the time it took to make her ready.

He guided her hips to his, hand on the small of her back.

She bumped into his stiffening cock and a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain exploded upwards into his gut. His brain knew he had to go slow, maybe skip his own release entirely, but his dick...fucking hell, his dick hadn't gotten the message.

He planted kisses along her jaw, the contour of her lips, her cheeks, then down her neck. When she arched her body back in his arms, grasping his shoulders, he took his mouth lower to kiss the tops of her breasts and berry-pink nipples poking through the filmy bra.

"Take it off," she whispered.

He didn't need to be told twice. Running hands up her spine, he took advantage of the moment to draw her closer. But he locked eyes with hers before undoing the evil little clasp that all bras have.

At sixteen, when he his older sister went to the mainland for an internship, he "borrowed" a few of the bras she left behind and worked for nights on end unhooking and hooking them. By now, he was a one-handed wonder, but this time he moved slowly, taking in her every expression.

Careful to keep his hands on her, he slipped the straps from her shoulders. There was a second of hesitation—she bit her lip. Each step he took had to be one she wanted. The bra fell to the floor. She lifted her chest with a deep breath, and he couldn't resist drinking in her bending, willow-branch beauty. Her blond braid covered one breast partly, but the other drew him in, so high and firm that the image of licking an ice-cream cone flashed through his head.

He pulled her onto the bed. At first, Ray leaned sideways awkwardly on the mattress, but laid back as soon as he crawled forward.

She was under him and he took full advantage of the position to kiss her neck and the top of her chest. She twisted, alternately arching up into him and writhing when he hit a sensitive spot. He took a nipple in his mouth to suck, and when she moaned, fisting his hair, he almost filled his shorts with cum.

Maybe he should pay attention to something else. Like the way she rolled her hips up to meet his. Fuck. That wasn't calming him down. Abandoning hope, he kneaded her firm ass, even lifting one thigh to hook around his. Their shorts were still on. In fact, he was painfully, painfully aware of his shorts as the tip of his dick rubbed on the rough cloth.

But this might take all night.

Hopefully.

As he sucked at a nipple, she arched her back up to meet his mouth. Her other leg came up to hook around him at the same time as her fingers dug into his shoulders. He hoped she was leaving marks.

Hell, he ached for release. In her mouth, on her gorgeous tits, inside her pussy. Wherever.

He had to concentrate. Slow. Slow. Slow. But he had to give his dick more room soon. He unbuttoned her shorts, though, not his own. He pulled down the zipper.

She sat straight up, eyes wide. "Is this it? I forgot to ask if you had protection, but I brought all sorts, if not."

"No, this isn't'..." His voice trailed off. "I'm not going to...What do you mean, you brought all sorts?" How many kinds of protection were there? They half-kneeled, facing each other.

"I meant sizes. Condoms. All sorts of sizes. Snug, normal, large, and what seems to be legendary. I'm not sure that's really a size, but the package said for very large...you know."

"Erections?"

"Exactly. I'm not judging. Whatever the size. I mean, you've seen my boobs. Nothing to write home about size-wise, am I right? You should see my sister's boobs." She cupped her chest generously. "And—"

He put a finger to her mouth when it looked like she would keep babbling. "I have protection, and absolutely no interest in seeing your sister's anything. Plus, your breasts are sublime."

"Really? You don't think I'm too flat?"

"Your body absolutely stunning, Ray. Believe me. Every single guy in college—if they knew—would be jealous of me tonight."

"Lokela," she said, the cutest grin lighting her face, "are you saying you think I'm hot?"

A laugh burst out of him before he could stifle it. "So fucking hot. Or exquisite. Whatever you prefer."

"A five-dollar word. I'd take it, but I said no flattery. You can't trick me with fancy talk."

"Then let me put it this way—feel free to use me for sex all you want, I'll be here."

A tiny gasp came from her lips. "You'll be there for me?"

He wasn't sure if she was flirting playfully or dead serious. "Every minute of every day."

He was dead serious, even if he was pretending it was for booty-calls.

She swallowed. A strange expression flitted across her face. Confusion?

"Let me show you how beautiful I think you are," he said.

She nodded. "Right now?"

"If you want. We can always stop. Always."

"No." She shook her head. "I mean yes. Don't stop."

He moved closer and she dropped back, letting him move over her. "That's a yes?"

"Yes."

Her whispered word was a lighted match to his kindling. He wanted her pants off, now. She lifted her hips as he tugged her shorts over the swell of her curves. He dragged the shorts down the length of her long legs. Only her underwear was left between her sex and him. It was surprisingly granny style in shape in style but completely transparent. His mouth watered in anticipation of pulling them off and tasting her.

Ray. Ray was in his bed with nothing but a see-through bit of cloth covering her pussy. And she wanted him.

He parted her legs with his, moving between her thighs. He slid lower on the mattress, kissing her belly as he went. He reached her thighs, almost trembling with excitement. The tops of her thighs had a soft peach fuzz, and he realized she didn't shave much. She didn't need to, though. The idea of an all-natural Ray spiked his desire for her.

She glowed golden in the pale light of his side table lamp. Outside, the wind picked up, rusting the palms and leaves of the trees in the breeze and sending a welcome gust of cool air inside.

He parted her legs wider, nuzzling between her thighs.

"You're sure your condoms are structurally sound?" she asked. "They weren't left in the sun, or—"

"I bought them today, just in case. " He nipped at her inner thigh. Damn, he was close now. He kissed her sex through the panties. She jumped, but then grabbed a fistful of hair.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Okay," he replied and kissed her again, this time with his mouth open to lick her through the cloth. "Okay?"

"Yes."

He hooked a finger at the elastic band by her inner thigh to reveal her pussy. His gut clenched. She ground her hips in a circular motion, inviting him.

He buried his face between her legs, licking and exploring with his tongue. She shuddered in surprise or pleasure, then moaned softly.

All right. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. He moved back to lift her legs and take off those see-through granny panties and toss them to the floor.

He had all night.

*** This is getting seriously hot... Hit the star!!! The link at the top is the song I most associate with Ray and Lokela - it's gorgeous! Close your eyes and float away on the soft waves of Waikiki.... ***