76. willow
CHAPTER 76
WILLOW
WELCOME HOME
With King inside the hotel room, I had a little bit of time to try to calm down before sex. I didn’t need to worry about the impending pain because this wasn’t like any of the other times I tried. I was working with a physical therapist, I was dedicated to doing the stretches, and I trusted King.
Being nervous didn’t make sense. But I was still nervous.
There were new types of fears this time. What if my inexperience was too much for him? What if it wasn’t good sex? I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my heart to slow down. It was going to be fine.
Right?
The door opened.
Candlelight bathed King in a warm, flickering glow. My pulse raced looking at him, his dark hair, his intense eyes, the way he filled the door frame, all of it left my mouth dry. Silent, he pulled back and I hesitated for a few seconds before I stepped inside.
Candles, everywhere.
Flower petals, everywhere.
The bed was enormous, with clean white sheets. Untouched.
"June figured out how to do this," King said and lit one of the last candles. He cleared his throat. "Uh, she found some designs online. A lot of people put candles on the bed but that seemed like a fire hazard."
"It’s so beautiful," I whispered.
King slipped the lighter back in his pocket. "We can just make-out in a hotel room, it’s okay. Nothing has to happen. I need you to know that. You can change your mind."
"All of this for nothing?"
"We can do this again."
"All of this?"
"All of this."
"King." I fidgeted with my shirt. "I want to try."
I was nervous but I’d be disappointed if I backed out now. The truth was, there was no one I’d rather try with.
I made that list to get rid of my virginity because I thought I was doing it the right way. But I didn’t need a guy with the best résumés and academic achievements. That wasn’t what I needed. It wasn’t who I needed.
King slipped off his jacket and laid it on the back of the chair, eyes on me. He cut the distance between us.
"If it hurts, you have to tell me."
I bit my lip. "You’ll feel it."
"If I don’t, you have to communicate with me. You have to talk to me."
My breath quickened as he touched my face, his last two fingers stroking my throat. His hands were so big, it was so easy to lean into him.
He kissed me.
It was soft and sweet, softer and sweeter this time. He was going slow for me, molding his lips against mine, tasting me until I couldn’t breathe right.
"Stick out your tongue, Angel," he whispered.
God, this was the filthiest kind of kiss, the ones that gave me goosebumps and shivers that raced up my spine. These kisses were exactly what I wanted. Playing with me while he ran his hands down my back, cupping my ass. I didn’t know how much I loved being touched until I found the man who was so excited to do it.
King pulled me to the bed, bringing me to his lap. One of my favorite places to be. I slipped my hand between us, touching the hem of his shirt. "Can you…?"
His shirt was tugged over his head… King. The chest hair, his muscles, his happy trail, I couldn’t stop touching him. I ran my fingers down to his stomach, past scars that were so deep, his skin was carved in. He was self-conscious about the scars but I adored all of him.
"I love looking at you," I whispered.
"Willow?"
"Yes?"
"You make me feel good when you look at me."
I smiled into the next kiss and more of our clothing was tossed aside. The moment his jeans were off, I ground against him. How could I be nervous when I had that to enjoy? King’s breaths turned to pants and the hairs on the back of my neck rose.
"No one’s ever going to love you like I do," he muttered against my neck as he shrugged down his boxers, lifting me up to kick them away. His cock brushed against my stomach. "I won’t let them."
King tightened his grip around my waist and flipped me over, laying me on the bed before his lips found my neck again. I couldn’t stop trembling. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t pain, it was pure arousal, jolting through me, electricity keeping me in the moment.
His kisses trailed from my collarbone to my breasts to my stomach. "No matter what happens, I’m going to take care of you."
King ate me out until I was incoherent, working his fingers into me while I unraveled beneath him. The anxiety didn’t have a chance to creep up, I was too busy enthralled with this man who kept bringing me higher with every kiss he gave.
"I fucking love when you get like this," he growled. "This is my favorite."
"You’re my favorite."
King situated a pillow underneath me and brought over the bottle of lube, rubbing it over his cock. Precum gathered at the tip, glistening for me, pulsing with need. "Look how hard you’ve got me."
His cock rubbed against me, and I shivered. "Oh, King?—"
"So fucking wet." He nudged my legs further apart. "This pussy’s in love with me."
I nodded, breathless, and when he took his cock in his hand, the words burst out. "Welcome home, baby."
His eyes darkened. "That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard."
King eased inside me and the breath left my body entirely. I could feel him, so fucking thick, and he was the only thing I felt. No flash of pain.
"Oh my god," I gasped.
"Are we done?—?"
"No." I shook my head wildly. "It’s working ."
"It’s working?" He eased out and the emptiness left me reeling until he pushed even deeper. King swore under his breath. " Fuck. You’re so fucking tight. It’s silk—soft—fuck, I don’t fucking know what to call it. Fuck. "
His head dropped to my shoulder and his hips rocked, little by little, shattering every ounce of decorum I had. I couldn’t be nervous anymore, I wanted it too badly. I wanted him . Every inch he gave me left my head spinning.
King dug his fingers into my hip, stopping the momentum.
Stopping?
"What are you doing?" I choked out.
"You need to adjust."
"No, no, no, keep going?—"
"You can’t handle it. It’s like the stretches. We’ll take this slow."
"I don’t want to take it slow?—"
"So needy." His lips found my throat again and I tried desperately to raise up to meet him, but he kept me still. Slowly, he breathed me in. "You smell so good. You taste so good. You feel so fucking good."
"Please, fuck me?—"
"You’re fine. Calm down."
"I want to fuck ? — "
Slowly, he took another inch, and my thighs trembled. I couldn’t keep down the moan while he tested my body, pushing me further and further.
"There we go. You’re doing so good, taking my cock."
"King—"
"You’re fucking right it’s a welcome home, this pussy is meant for me—" He stopped, his voice a rasp. "No, Angel. Put your wrist back down."
I raised my hand to grip his hair. What was wrong with that?
"My—my wrist?"
"Press the bracelet against me again."
Oh.
I brought the bracelet back to him again and his eyes were half-mast, glazed over with lust, while he pushed deep inside me. God, if that didn’t drive me wild.
"The bracelet, my jersey, the flowers in your hair, the tattoo on my fucking hand." He buried his head in the crook of my neck and upped the pace, rolling his hips with each word. "It gets me so hard to see you on me and me on you."
His hips finally met mine and tears gathered at the edge of my eyes. I was so full.
"We’re going to try now," he breathed out.
"T—try?"
"I’m going to fuck you."
Oh my god, please.
King gathered me up in his arms, the rhythm building between us, more intense by the second.
"You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Waiting so patiently to fuck you. You grip me so hard when you cum on my hand, I can’t wait to feel you cumming on my cock?—"
"Oh, oh, oh ? — "
"We’re meant to be together, Willow— goddamn— this is fucking proof of it."
Hard thrusts into the bed, grabbing and pawing until all of my senses lit up and we were locked to each other.
Raw fucking, hard fucking, sweat dripping off our bodies, the only words we spoke were curses and hoarse ‘I love you’s.’ Unstable, erratic fucking where all we were trying to do was feel that same intensity again and again, submerged in it.
"Feel so fucking good—" he cursed. "Tight and warm and wet?—"
"I’m going to cum?—"
"If I had to pull out, this would’ve fucking killed me?—"
"King—oh, fuck me, fuck, I’m going to cum—" I cried out. "King, I’m cumming?—"
"Drenching my cock, once in a lifetime pussy?—"
"We’re doing this all the time." My voice hitched as the orgasm swirled me up, a living tornado. "All the fucking time."
"Fuck, I love you," he hissed.
The tears came with my climax and I shuddered, legs locked around him, the hardest orgasm I ever had. There were spots in my vision while King thrust, his hips a broken rhythm as he spilled deep inside of me.
Neither of us moved.
My legs finally untangled from him, stiff and aching. It was a good ache. The kind of ache I hadn’t been expecting, the deep tissue ache from a good workout. A smile fluttered across my face because I barely had enough energy for it.
His voice was low and throaty. "Are—are you okay?"
"We had sex. I had sex. We had sex."
"But you’re okay?" He pressed his lips to my throat, still inside me. "You’re okay? You need to tell me you’re okay."
"Okay," I gulped. "I’m better than okay. That was amazing. "
He kissed the jaded tears and pressed his cheek against mine, holding me close. "I love you, Willow."
"Wow," I whispered. "How do people do anything but fuck?"
It was quiet and the happiness was overwhelming. My body relaxed one joint at a time underneath him. King didn’t move. He felt like a weighted blanket. Warm and comforting.
I tried to shift a little and he tightened his hold. His cock twitched inside me and I whimpered, so sensitive, I struggled to take a breath. "Are you still inside me for a reason?"
"So soft."
I bit back the smile. "Yeah?"
"You said welcome home. Why are you trying to kick me out?"
"That was dirty talk."
"You should’ve been upfront about that."
"What did you think it was?"
"An open invitation to get comfortable. I can’t think of any reason why I’d leave your pussy alone right now."
King almost sounded drowsy as he nestled closer, making me shiver every time his cock stirred.
I stroked his hair. "You’re not tired, are you?"
"I’ve been pent-up for three years, waiting for you."
"This isn’t fair. When you’re tired, the world stops, but when I’m tapping out, it doesn't matter and we keep going?" I teased, breathless. "You’re—you’re a hypocrite."
"I’m glad you understand."
"I can’t believe this."
"I’m being nice, Willow," he murmured, a warning under his words. "If you want to be sweet, I’ll match it. We’ll take a shower, do the massages, I’ll lotion you up, but if you keep pushing, you’ll see what happens."
"All talk. You’re not even hard."
King eased out of me and turned me faster than I thought possible. Shit . I didn’t think he was awake enough to do that. I yelped and grabbed for him while he placed me on his lap. He laid back with a lazy smile on his face.
I tried to pull away. "I was kidding ?—"
"You’re right, I’m not hard yet. You’re going to change that." He guided me forward, rubbing me over his cock and I groaned, leaking his cum. There was a deep rumble of pleasure in his chest. "Let’s get you ready for round two. Grind on me, Angel. I want to watch your tits bounce."
"We can take a break." I tried my best pout. "We can cuddle ."
"We’ll do that after. Start bouncing."