Page 58 of King of Desire

She slides down without protest or hesitation. I catch her under her armpits to make sure her knees land softly on the tile.

And then I let go to step around her. One of my hands wraps around my cock while the other slides back in her hair. “Look at me.”

She tips her chin up, her gray eyes meeting mine, open and so clear.

“Open your mouth, luv. Stick out your tongue.” She does as I command, those gorgeous lips going wide as her pretty pink tongue darts out.

It’s the last straw and with a final tug, I explode, coating her tongue with ropes of my cum.

I squeeze my eyes shut, opening them wide as I try to process what’s just occurred.

I’ve cum for the first time since meeting Honeyeh, and it clears my head, making my thoughts equally so for the first time in days.

Jerking off on Honeyeh’s tongue was better than any sex I’ve had in years. I don’t feel bored, or distant, or revolted.

I feel…connected. I reach down and haul her up, my arms wrapping around her as I kiss her mouth.

She swallows my cum down before she kisses me back and it just makes my cock roar to life again.

One of my hands slides around her ass, and I fill my hand with the softness as our hips grind together.

Honeyeh’s mine.

I meant what I said about not being the marrying kind, but I know it’s going to take me longer than one night or even one month to clear her out of my system.

Hell. The very idea of having another woman in my arms feels fucking wrong.

I don’t think too much as her leg wraps around my waist, opening her up to my already-needy cock.

Maybe I need to be inside her and then I’ll stop feeling so fucking needy.

I kiss her, my tongue filling her mouth as I knead her ass, my cock nudging at her folds. I can’t take her virginity in the shower, can I?

Her arms wind around my neck, the water pouring over both of us, as I slide my hand deeper between her legs. This time, I don’t put one finger inside her, but two, opening her up. She’s wet and relaxed, she’s not so tight, as I work in and out of her, adding a third finger, stretching her to get her ready for me.

Her hips are moving with the thrust of my hand, my cock trapped between us. I pull my fingers out of her, to grab her ass and lift her up.

The head of my cock settles into the slick folds, and I push inside her, just the head, but I feel the resistance at the same time that she stiffens in my arms.

I’m barely inside her. “Are you all right, luv?”

She lets out a couple of shallow breaths. “I’m…” She puffs out another breath. “Your fingers felt good. I don’t understand…”

But the tension in her voice slows me down. I know there will be pain, but deep down, I want it to be as pleasant as possible. I want to make Honeyeh feel good.

Pulling out, I grab the soap and begin working a lather over her skin.

“Triston,” she cries as I turn her. “You don’t need to stop. I…”

I bend down, washing over her legs, blood already on her thighs. I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her mound. “I want it to be good for you, baby.”

Her head tilts down to look at me, water running off her nose. “It is good. It’s so good, so much better than…” Her voice breaks as her hands comb through my hair.

I stand again, lifting her into my arms as her legs wrap around my waist.

I begin sliding into her again, deeper, feeling her stretch as she stiffens again. Part of me thinks I should wait longer, but she feels so good. And I can’t bring myself to resist when even she doesn’t want me to.

I still, carefully carrying her to the shower wall. Leaning her against the tile, I’m hoping the angle will make it easier to press inside her.

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