Page 68 of Out of the Shadow

“Tonight, you’re my long-awaited reward.”

I allow my eyes to bore into his and will him to kiss me. Which he does, and with such abandon that the floor falls out from under me. Or is it that he just picked me up?

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Well, damn. I do as I’m told and rock forward so that my core meets his large bulge. A bulge with which I still need to get better acquainted. I intend to correct that oversight tonight. Among other things. Keeping one arm around his neck, I wrap my right hand around his waist. As our lips fuse and our tongues mate, I press his body forward, pushing it into mine.

“Oh, God, King.”

He brings us down the hall of his apartment and through an open door, and deposits me onto his king-sized bed. I giggle.

He pauses in removing his shirt. “See something funny?”

I shake my head. “Not exactly. I just thought that well, you’re King, and you have a bed made for you. A king.”

He throws his shirt to the floor and unbuckles his belt, slipping it through the beltloops on his shorts. “And in LA, I sleep on a California king.”

I can’t help it, I burst into laughter and flop down on the bed. King’s rich baritone joins me, and while we’re both laughing, he manages to remove my shirt and bra. The unzipping of my skirt brings my mirth to a halt. “You’re fast.”

“Not when it counts.”

Well, sign me up! I help him take off the rest of my clothes, which he tosses to the floor, and suddenly we’re both naked.

I’m not leaving this bed until we’ve had actual sex.

King plumps my breast and then licks my nipple, which pebbles under his attention. Any thought of laughter is now long gone. I run my hand down his chiseled torso, allowing my fingers to trace the deep ridges of his cut muscles. This man is just so sculpted, sohealthy.

His hand drops down to my pussy, and he parts my folds. I open my legs wider and he settles between them, still working me, now with two fingers inside my core. I’m on the verge of coming, but he needs to know we don’t have to stop tonight. I’m ready. I want him to make me feel alive again.

Just. Feel.

Nothing more.

“King, yes. Please, get inside of me,” I pant.

He pulls out of me and my body protests. He braces himself above me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you.” His hazel eyes have taken on a deeper hue—and he’s breathing as hard as I am.

I kiss his lips. “I’m sure.”

He surprises me by landing on my side, and pulling me on top of him. “I want you to be in the driver’s seat tonight.” He repeats my words from before, making me smile.

“I like that sound of that,” I echo.

Dipping my head, I kiss his stubbled cheek, his neck, his earlobe. After giving it a nip, I continue my way downward and lick the muscles on his torso. This will never get old. When I reach his straining cock, my mouth waters. I’m not stopping tonight. I lick him from balls to tip. He’s so much bigger than, well, I’ve had before.

His hands land on my shoulders. “That can wait for later. Let me make you ready for me.”

“But—”

“Believe me,” he says, “I’m more than ready for you.”

King works his fingers inside of me and rubs my clit, sending me spiraling. Before I come, he grabs a condom from his bedside table and rolls it over his engorged cock. Putting his hands on my hips, he situates me so that I’m over him again, my thighs spread over his hips. He takes hold of his cock and lines it up with my entrance.

I’m doing this. I can do this. All I can think about is his body and how wonderful he’s made me feel over the past week. And it’s going to be so much better tonight.

Taking all of my weight onto my knees, I lean forward as he pushes upward and into me. With small movements, he widens my entrance for him, making little pushes into and out of me. This continues for I don’t know how long until he’s finally seated deep inside me. I’ve never felt so full. I still above him, sitting straight up.

“Are you okay? You’re very tight,” he hisses.

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