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throughout her center.
    “I’m close,” she murmured, gaze still fixed on their
reflection.
    He didn’t break rhythm though beads of sweat dotted his
forehead; clearly he was determined to get her there.
    “Yes, Mika.” She leaned forward, biting his shoulder, the
sensation now too much to bear.
    The first wave of pleasure hit her like a tsunami, rushing
over her, dragging her under. She cried out, tilting her head back, gripping
his back. Still, he didn’t slow down. Thrust after thrust took her higher as
the orgasm reached its peak. She shook, her whole body racked with ecstasy. Her
cunt spasmed over and over, echoed by the quaking of her thighs and abdomen.
She struggled to suck in enough air, moans and whimpers catching in her throat.
    As the climax receded a little at a time, Mika still pounded
her pussy, the aftershocks sucking at his cock. Letting her body go limp
against his, she continued to watch in the mirror as he grew closer to coming.
At first there were little hitches in his rhythm, but then his movements grew
stiff and jerky until he finally slammed into her, unloading hot spurts deep
inside.
    She rode the undulations of his orgasm, kissing his neck and
collarbone, the rumbling of his muted groans vibrating against her lips. When
he came to a halt, he pressed her against the wall, his cock still buried
inside her. His chest heaved and his arms trembled. Surely he was exhausted
from holding her up.
    Easing her legs from around his hips, she found her footing,
carefully sliding his cock out before she stood with her feet flat on the
floor. Her thighs quivered, her knees threatening to buckle. She leaned against
Mika, who still shivered from time to time.
    He drew her face up with one hand and kissed her. Lazy,
sloppy swipes of his tongue spoke to his fatigue, his heavy exhalations rushing
over her cheeks.
    “You too tired to cook?” she asked, grazing her lips over
his chin. “We could go out to breakfast.”
    “Nah, I just need a second.” He blew out a deep breath,
wiping the sweat from his brow. “That was quite the workout.”
    “I’m sure.” Her stomach rumbled. “But seriously…you have to
feed me.”
    He mussed her hair. “All right, all right. I’ll be in the
kitchen.”
    After he righted his underwear, he grabbed a towel and
continued to dry rivulets of sweat.
    She watched his backside as he turned the corner into the
hallway of their studio apartment. That his form still turned her head was not
lost on her. In December, they’d celebrate their seventh anniversary together.
Four years in college and three as a married couple. She’d fallen in love with
him the moment they’d met.

Chapter Three
     
    Clarissa’s first week in Honolulu, the rusted-out Dodge Colt
she’d purchased from a used-car dealer—aka the Hoopty-mobile—overheated on the
Kalanianiole Highway. Strong, handsome and tallish for a local boy, Mika
materialized from his surfer van as if he were a bronzed god climbing down from
his place on high.
    “What wen’ happen?” he asked in Pidgin, the local language.
It was actually Hawaii Creole English—a mélange of English, Hawaiian, Japanese,
Chinese and several other languages brought to the islands by waves of
immigration. But she didn’t know that then.
    “Pardon?”
    “Ah, you’re new around here.” A grin parted his lips and lit
up his espresso-colored eyes. “I asked what happened to your car.”
    “Oh. Hell if I know. I think it’s the radiator.”
    Displaying great machismo, Mika popped the hood, took a look
around her car’s innards and declared it was indeed the radiator. It had run
dry. He offered her a ride to the nearest service station and when she
demurred, he made the trip himself.
    Upon his return, he performed some unfamiliar ritual on the
car, mixing this, filling that. As if by magic, the car sprang to life as soon
as he turned the ignition key.
    “Thank you so much. You’re my hero,” she teased, though
half-serious.
    “No