Page 9 of Saved By a Knight

Looking down, I can see why. The front of my jeans tents up and out in her direction. Her hands fidget at her sides, as if she wants to reach out and touch it. Take it in a tight grip and deliver the same treatment she gave me on the bike.

“Like what you see?” I break the silence, keeping my tone light. I’m struggling to hold onto the single thread keeping me in control, but I must.

If it were up to me, I’d be balls deep inside her tight cunt already. Fucking her brains out over the kitchen counter and leaving my eternal mark burned deep inside her womb. That’s why I have to hold back, play nice, and pretend I’m not on the verge of losing my fucking mind over her.

It’s our first time. She has to be in control, at least for now. We take it at her pace until she’s comfortable relinquishing control. After all, we’ve got the whole night to enjoy ourselves. Why rush it?

“Do I ever?” she answers with a goofy smile that only widens the longer her eyes remain locked on my manhood. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“What was that?” The nonchalant way she speaks catches me off guard, and I could almost fool myself into thinking she didn’t just say it.

Yet, Lora flings herself at me like a wrecking ball. Our bodies collide, hands lock onto whatever they can grab, and mouths meet in a tantalizing embrace. The sudden impact makes me step back, and I connect with the sofa, toppling into it.

Lora doesn’t give me a second to catch myself, falling straight on top of me, with her hands shooting to my head. She straddles my hips and pulls me deeper into the kiss, as soft whimpers of desire squeak out of her mouth and into mine.

I grab two firm handfuls of her bountiful ass, and while we continue to kiss, I find the strength to lift us both up. She giggles into my mouth as her position suddenly shifts, and her arms tighten around my neck for stability. But the motion only pulls her deeper into the kiss until she’s so lost in it, Lora doesn’t even notice we’re moving.

Walking blind, I somehow manage to avoid the well-laid-out obstacles in my path. From the living room to the bedroom, nothing stops my march until my knees knock against the bed. It’s only then, as her feet brush against the silk linen neatly tightened around the king-sized bed, that she pulls away and takes in her surroundings.

“The bedroom, huh?” Still close enough, her hot breath tickles my lips.

I peck hers, relishing in the sensation of her full, soft lips against mine. “Thought we should check the place out.”

What I really want to say is that there’s no way I’m about to experience her body for the first time on some uncomfortabledesigner sofa made to look good for the guests but provide no actual support. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. She’ll be treated like the princess she is, no question about it.

Lora snaps her head from side to side before her eyes settle on mine again.

“I’d rather keep checking you out,” she concludes with a devilish grin.

“My thoughts exactly.” I lower her, and she plants her feet into the bed, leaving her standing at eye level with me. And though I can tell she’s expecting me to give her another kiss, my hands have other plans.

They sink and tickle their way down her body until they reach the bottom of her dress. As if controlled by a mind of their own, they start lifting the soft material higher, and my eyes sink to find what they expose. Her thighs, the see-through blue of her panties, a well-toned tummy, and finally, as it flies over her head, two mountains held in place with a matching bra.

If it wasn’t bad already, every ounce of blood seems to rush straight to my cock, and I nearly collapse at the sight of her nearly-nude body. My legs can hardly hold me upright, and I give them the go-ahead to collapse as I fall forward, pulling Lora down with me.

I start by kissing her again, but it quickly devolves into my mouth traversing her body. From her lips to her jaw, down her neck, chest, and breasts. By the time I realize what I’m doing, my face is against her panties, tongue lashing against her thighs, searching for any taste of her delicious nectar that may have spilled.

Good God, what has this woman done to me? She’s left me a desperate mess who can’t think straight unless it’s thoughts of her.

And I’m fucking living for it.

“Oh shit, that feels so good,” she mewls from above me. Her breathing has hastened in my sudden exploration of her body. Her hips are arched, and she’s driving her sex into my face.

She wants this as badly as I do, so who am I to deny her this pleasure?

I use my lips to peel away her panties, and turn to a stone statue at the first sight of her slick pussy. Begging for my touch in dripping eagerness. Using my hands to finish the job, I yank her panties down her legs and discard them at the foot of the bed.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long.” I’m hungry, and all it wants to do is get a taste.

It’s been three days, but it might as well have been three lifetimes. The instant I saw her, I knew my life as a single rebel without a cause was over. Lora would be mine, no matter what I had to do to get her.

“Then why are you still waiting?” She’s on her elbows now, peering down at me over the two pillows on her chest.

Her question gives me pause. Why am I waiting? Staring at her wet pussy like a fucking moron when I can be buried in it instead?

I don’t bother answering, or maybe I can’t, as the alluring call of her gooey center draws me nearer. My tongue slithers out of my mouth, making first contact with the soaked flesh, and my mind implodes at the sudden sweet, salty taste flooding my mouth.

Lora releases a choked yelp, and her elbows give way to drop her onto her back once more. Her hips return to their raised position, pressing every inch of soaked flesh she can get against my tongue.

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