Chapter Twenty-Two #2
He plays with my breasts while I move, and I get to go at my pace. I can angle down a bit so I’m grinding on him, arousing myself, and it’s not long before I can feel pleasure building again.
“You like being on top?” he asks as I bend forward to kiss him.
“Mmm.”
“I like it too.” He rests his hands on my hips, pushing up. “You’re so hot,” he says. “I’ve always thought you were sexy, but I didn’t know you’d be like this.”
He thinks I’m hot? “It’s your fault,” I tell him, still moving. “You fire me up.”
“Do I?”
“You do. I want to fuck your brains out.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Have done for some time.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“Really?” A thrill runs through me.
“I’ve thought of little else for ages.”
“Ohhh…” I love the thought that he wants me too. I take his hands in mine and pin them above his head, and lift up so I’m just teasing the top of his cock. “I want to drive you mad with lust,” I whisper.
“You are.” He glances at my hair where it’s fallen around his face. “I feel as if I’m on fire.”
“I’m going to fuck you till you explode.”
“Go for it.”
“I want to watch you come.”
“That’s definitely going to happen.”
I sink down onto him, conscious of a sexual flush growing on my face, neck, and chest. “Are you sure? Are you going to lose control?” I bend and kiss him. “Are you going to fuck me hard, Kingi?”
“You betcha.”
“Fuck my brains out?”
“Fuck you into next week.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah.” His fingers tighten on mine, his hips moving to meet mine as I rock on top of him. “I swear.”
“You feel so good.” My eyelids flutter shut as my attention begins to focus deeper inside me.
“You going to come again for me, baby?”
“Oh yeah.”
“God, you’re so fucking good.”
I open my eyes a little and see that he’s watching me, his amber eyes bright and hot. “You want me to come, darling?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, I want to feel you squeezing my cock.”
“I might cut off your circulation.”
“Ahhh…” He groans and swells inside me.
I move faster, conscious of my orgasm waiting to take me. I frown, feeling the tightness building inside me, and grind my clit against him, while he cups my breasts and squeezes the nipples…
“Ohhh…” I’m so, so close…
“Fuck,” he says, obviously sensing it, “yeah, come for me baby, I want you to so bad, ahhh… you feel so good… go on, take your pleasure from me, make me yours, ride me, baby girl, fuck me as hard as you like…”
His words tease me to the edge, and pleasure rolls over me in heavy, hard waves. I squeal, clenching around him, riding him all the way, and when the contractions finally ease up, I fall onto his chest, gasping.
“Oh my God.” I pant, totally spent.
“Good girl.” He doesn’t give me time to recover, though. He grabs me around the waist and twists until I’m underneath him.
I stretch my arms above my head, reveling in the feel of him, hot and hard inside me, heavy on top of me, then gasp as he holds me there by my wrists and starts thrusting purposefully.
Oh… He bends and kisses me, delving his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t do anything but lie there and take it, pinned there and helpless to resist. Not that I’d want to escape…
he’s so big, so handsome; I can’t believe this rich, powerful, gorgeous man wants me.
But isn’t that the point of being naked?
While we’re naked, I’m not his inferior, socially or educationally—we’re equals.
The thought is like the sun coming up, and it fills me with a surge of excitement and pleasure.
He’s just a man, and he wants me. I love him—I have no doubt about that now.
And although it’s too soon to say it, I can show him with my body, and my mouth.
I remember him saying that Sabrina didn’t say much in bed and wasn’t enthusiastic at all.
All men like enthusiasm, more than anything else.
“Yeah…” I whisper as he kisses down my neck, still thrusting hard, “oh that feels so good.”
“You like that?” He takes big, hungry bites out of my neck. “You like my cock inside you?”
“Ah yes… fuck me, Kingi.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Hard as you like.”
He groans and lifts up onto his hands, still holding me by the wrists. “You drive me crazy.”
“Likewise.” I look up at him, fixing my gaze on his. “I can feel you all the way up. God, your cock is amazing; it’s so fucking hard.”
He closes his eyes and groans again. Releasing one wrist, he drops his hand to the back of my thigh and pushes it up, changing the angle so he can plunge down into me. “You’re so wet,” he says huskily, “that drives me insane.”
“That’s what you do to me, baby.” I move with him, enjoying the heat between our bodies, and the way he’s so desperate for me. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.”
“Have you?” He kisses me. “You’ve thought about having sex with me?”
“So many times. Imagining what you’d feel like inside me.”
He slows his hips a little. “And how does reality compare?”
“It’s so much better than the fantasy.”
“Really?”
I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist. “It’s much bigger.”
He laughs. “Thank you.” He finally releases my other wrist, and I slide my arms around him and run my nails lightly down his back. He shivers and kisses me.
I move my hands down to his ass, clutching hold of the firm muscles and pulling him toward me. “I won’t break,” I whisper. “Fuck me harder.”
“Aaahhh…” He grunts and steps up his thrusts.
“Oh God, yes… that’s it… please… I want you to let go… I want you to fucking ruin me…”
He crushes his lips to mine, driving into me so deeply I think he’s going to spear me to the bed.
Oh God… our hot moans mingle… our damp bodies slide against one another…
and then he shudders and stills, twitching inside me as he comes.
There’s no pillow to stifle his groans, so I have to do it with my mouth, and I kiss him, enjoying the way his deep growls reverberate all the way through me.
“Yeah…” I whisper, kissing him, loving the fact that I’ve given him such pleasure. I suck his bottom lip and delve my tongue into his mouth. “Good boy…”
He gives a short laugh, then lowers on top of me, still inside me. “Minx,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “Wow. That felt so good.”
“Mmm.” I sigh, enjoying his weight pressing me into the mattress. “It was amazing.”
He gives long, slow thrusts as he presses his lips to my face—over my cheeks and brows and back to my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My face is already warm, but I’m sure the flush deepens. “Thank you.”
“I mean it, Chess. You really are beautiful both inside and out.” He lifts his head to look at me.
My body feels like a bell that’s still resonating after being struck, the ripples of pleasure echoing into the distance. “That’s a nice thing to say.” I like the way he’s still inside me. Tamati used to pull out immediately and roll over. It’s nice that Kingi wants to prolong the intimacy.
He kisses my nose. “Do you remember at the ball, when I fixed the strap of your sandal?”
I smile. “Yeah. It was a sweet thing to do.”
He picks up a strand of hair that has stuck to my hot cheek and brushes it back. “It reminded me of when Cinderella tried on the glass slipper.” His amber eyes study me. “It wouldn’t fit anyone else. It showed him that she was the one woman meant for him.”
My breath stills. I can’t think what to say, so I just say, “Oh…”
He stares into my eyes, then drops his gaze to my mouth. He kisses me, then lifts his head again and looks at me.
“What… what are you saying?” I whisper.
He kisses me again. “I don’t know. This is very new to me.” More kisses. “I’ve not felt this way before.”
“I… um… what way?”
He kisses my jaw, up to my ear, and sucks the lobe, making me shiver. “I don’t know.” He kisses slowly back to my mouth, and I realize he’s thinking about it, trying to make sense of his feelings.
“You don’t have to say anything,” I tell him, not wanting him to panic at the thought of what I’m expecting him to say.
“I want to.” He nibbles my bottom lip. “I want you to know how you make me feel.” He touches his nose to mine, then lifts his head again. “I suppose what I’m saying is… maybe… what we’re doing… pretending to be together… doesn’t have to be pretend.”
We study each other in the semi-darkness. He kisses me again.
“You… want to… date me?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. Amongst other things.” His lips twitch.
“So you’re saying… we get rid of the contract?”
“Yeah. Tear it up.”
I love the thought, but something else strikes me. “What about the engagement?” I lift my hand and look at the ring, feeling suddenly sad at the thought of taking it off. “Do you want it back?”
He looks at it, then brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the ring. “No.”
“I’m sorry to be so dense, but…”
“Let’s get engaged. For real.” He kisses me. “Marry me, Chessie.”
I stare at him. My heart bangs on my ribs. Suddenly, I can’t breathe. I push his chest. “Can you…”
“Oh, sure.” He withdraws carefully and disposes of the condom, while I sit up and move back against the pillows, pulling the duvet around me. “Just a sec,” he says, and he pulls on his boxer-briefs and leaves the room.
I sit there, stunned, for twenty seconds until he comes back into the room. He’s carrying a water bottle, and he closes the door, gets on the bed, and passes the bottle to me. “Drink up,” he says. “Need to rehydrate.”
I do as he says without thinking, my head full of too many other thoughts to object. When I’m done, he takes the bottle from me, has a few mouthfuls, and places it on the bedside table. Then he lifts an arm.
I move closer to him, and he snuggles me up against him.
“What do you think?” he asks. “Sorry, I know it wasn’t the most romantic proposal, but it was from the heart.”
“I think it was very sweet,” I say slowly. “But it’s a bit too soon for declarations like that. We’ve just had sex, so there are all kinds of hormones shooting around our systems. I think you should wait a while until you’re thinking clearly.”
“Oh, I’m thinking clearly.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I’m in love with you, Chess.”
That makes me inhale and my eyes widen. “What?”
“I’ve loved you for a long time as a friend.
But tonight I realized I’m in love with you.
My heart races when I see you. I think about you all the time when we’re not together.
I love being with you. You make me feel good.
You make me laugh. And this…” He gestures at the bed. “It was the last piece of the puzzle.”
“We’ve slept together once. You can’t decide you want to marry me after one fuck.”
But he doesn’t smile. In fact, he frowns at me. “Don’t make light of my feelings.”
“Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“I know what you’re saying, and if you want to wait and date for a while, I’ll understand.
But I haven’t felt this way before. In the past, thinking about staying with one person made me feel uncomfortable and trapped.
But I don’t feel like that with you. The thought of staying with you makes me feel excited and…
whole. In fact… I’d like you to move in with me. ” He smiles.
My lips part, but no words come out. Eventually, I manage to squeak, “Really?”
“Mmm.” He bends his head and kisses me. “Look. I’m not saying we have to get married tomorrow. We can wait until we’re both ready. But I am saying I like the idea of staying engaged. Of showing the world that I’m committed to you.”
“You haven’t dated anyone long term,” I point out carefully.
“So I can see why the idea of commitment is new to you, and I’m flattered that you feel that the idea of staying with me doesn’t scare you.
But it’s a big step from long-term dating to marriage.
I think you’re attracted by the romantic notion of the big gesture.
I just think maybe you should take it nice and slow. ”
His lips curve up. “You don’t think very highly of me, do you?”
“Of course I do. But it was only just over a week ago that you said at dinner with Orson and Scarlett that you didn’t think marriage was for you.”
“I know. I’d spoken to my father, and he’d mentioned getting divorced, and I was still reeling from that. I know it seems sudden. But it just feels… right.”
I lift his hand and kiss his fingers. “It’s a very sweet thing to say. But let’s just take some time to think about it, okay?”
He doesn’t look angry, or upset. Instead, he just kisses me again, then says, “All right. But I’m not going to change my mind.”