I flop back, limp as a noodle, the pillow still over my face. Fuck, that was a strong orgasm. He’s teased me for what seems like hours, although I think it was probably only twenty minutes or so, but that’s a long time for me; normally it only takes me five minutes to come, ten at most. The pulses took my breath away, and now my butt and thighs ache with all the clenching. Wow.
The mattress dips, and then he begins pressing kisses up over my hips. He kisses my stomach, my navel, my ribs, then settles down beside me, cups a breast, and teases the nipple with his lips. Mmm… he’s slow and gentle, and I feel as if I’m floating in a warm sea, with his warm hands on me, keeping me safe.
I knew he’d be good in bed. He’s obviously had a few partners, because he’s never going to be short of female company, being good looking, rich, and charismatic with it. But I don’t mind that, if it means he can apply the skills he learned to me.
It does make me wonder if I’m experienced enough for him. Wouldn’t a guy like this prefer a girl who knows her way around the bedroom and has a few tricks and treats up her sleeve? I’ve had a few partners over the years, and I like sex, but most of the guys I’ve been with have been relatively vanilla, glad just to get some sex, and not really bothered about making it fancy. I’ve never had one of those relationships you see on TV, where you spend whole weekends in bed exploring each other; where you play games that encourage you to try different positions and roleplay. Despite me having given hints, I’ve never tried any of the more taboo sides of sex. And I’m sure someone like Kingi would prefer to have a girl who had, long term.
But I’m not going to let that spoil tonight. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Tonight, it’s just the two of us, in this quiet bedroom, exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. I’m going to enjoy this, and then when the sun comes up, we’ll talk and decide where we go from here.
Suddenly, we’re wearing too much clothing for my liking. I remove the pillow from my face and push him away, sit up, slide my G-string down my legs, and toss it away. As I move onto my knees, he sits up too and starts undressing, and soon his tee joins mine on the floor, and then he’s pushing his shorts and boxer-briefs down his legs.
As he tosses them away, it strikes me that we use clothes to illustrate our status, wealth, culture, and identity, and there’s something symbolic about taking them off. It strips away any indications of class, professions, reputation, and money. It makes us vulnerable, exposed, and open. It’s not just your body that’s stripped bare. Your soul is as well. In here, naked, we’re not billionaire and gardener. Rich guy and poor girl. It’s just Kingi and Chessie, man and woman, and there’s something thrilling about that to me.
Now we’re on our knees, and we move close together until our bodies are flush. My breasts press against his bare chest, the nipples brushing against his hairs, and I can feel his erection hard against my stomach. I lift my arms around his neck, and he wraps his around me and lowers his head, crushing his lips to mine.
When he went down on me, he took his time to arouse me, and it’s as if all the desire he was feeling had built up inside him as if behind a dam, because now it breaks and all his passion comes pouring out. His kisses turn volcanic—hot, wet, and dirty, his tongue plunging into my mouth, soft groans escaping us, while our hands and fingers tangle in hair and clutch at skin,nails scraping, fingers plucking and clenching, tightening on tense muscles. He cups my breasts and squeezes them and tugs at my nipples; I score my nails down his back and clutch at his ass and then take his cock in my hand and stroke it.
He growls deep in his throat, ohhh… fuck that’s sexy, and I continue to do it, enjoying the way his erection swells in my hand and grows even longer and harder.
“I want that inside me,” I whisper against his lips.
“Fuck.” He throws the word out like a grenade.
“That too,” I tease, still stroking him. I want to drive him as mad as he’s making me; I want him to feel dizzy with lust and fizzy with desire; I want him to stop being calm and in control, throw me onto the bed, and make me see stars. “You’re so fucking hard,” I tell him, groaning as my fingers slide up and down his shaft. “Jesus, I want you so bad.”
“Be careful,” he warns.
I stop stroking for a moment. “Why?”
“Because I feel like I have a feral creature inside me who’ll ruin you given half the chance, and you’re driving me crazy.”
I start stroking him again as I place light kisses over his bottom lip. “You think that scares me, Kingi?”
“It should do.”
“Do you think I’m frightened at the thought of you fucking me into next week?”
“Stop it.”
“Did you assume I was going to just lie there like a good girl, open my legs for you, and let you do all the work?”
“Chessie…”
“Why would I do that when I have the finest male specimen in the country at my fingertips?” I kiss his jaw and up to his ear, and murmur, “I’m going to make the absolute most of you while I have you… I’m going to ride you until you come so hard it’ll make you dizzy.”
“Fuck…”
I feel lightheaded with lust. “I want to taste you, too,” I whisper. “Can I do that? Can I close my mouth around you and lick up all that precum I can feel here?” I rub my thumb over the top of his erection, feeling the slippery wetness.
“Yeah,” he says, unsurprisingly. “If you want.” He sinks back onto his heels, and I kiss down his chest, then take his erection in my hand and lower my mouth over the end.
Ohhh… he tastes amazing, and I give a long moan as I tease him with my tongue, then slide my lips down the shaft. He slides a hand into my hair and swears as he tips his head back, and I murmur my approval and continue to suck, loving that he’s enjoying this.
He lets me do it for a minute or two, but then he grabs me by the upper arms and lifts me up. “Enough of that,” he says in a gruff voice, pulling me close to him again.
“Not nice?” I ask innocently.
He just laughs and crushes his lips to mine again, and I sigh and kiss him back, looping my arms around his neck.