Lena. The beautiful woman who was not a bland, though he had not yet figured out exactly what she was.
“Good morning,” he rumbled gently before kissing her until they were both gasping for breath. She tasted of a delicious combination of sweet, sweet woman, and his seed.
“Good morning,” she said, though she would not look into his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Kingsley frowned. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”
Her eyes flashed to his, glistening with her unshed tears. “I didn’t ask permission. You were asleep. Oh, God, I practically raped you! I’m so sorry.”
She blinked and a tear ran from each eye down her cheeks, which had not only paled, but gone gray in the past few seconds. She looked truly frightened.
Kingsley wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her head down so he could kiss the tears from her cheeks. He then held her so they were eye to eye and she could see that he meant the words he spoke.
“Sweetling, you can wake me like that anytime you wish. In fact, I insist if you wake first, you will wake me, but don’t get me off as I prefer to release in that glorious pussy of yours. Understand? After all, if I wake first next time, you’ll no doubt find my face buried deep between your legs.”
Lena blinked and slowly the color returned to her cheeks, until they were flushed bright pink. “Does that mean there’ll be a next time?”
Kingsley used the first two fingers of his free hand to draw a line down the center of her face, from forehead over her nose and lips to her chin. He then booped her nose as he said, “Gods, I certainly hope so.”
Lena giggled at his silliness before trying to wiggle her way off of him.
Instead of releasing her, he slid the hand from her neck down her spine to her ass, which he smacked sharply. “Stay still where you are. I like the feel of you atop me.”
“But,” she started to argue, then bit her lip when he frowned at her. “Fine, but if you smother because of my weight, it’s your own fault.”
“Oh, that kind of talk gets you a spanking,” Kingsley said.
Holding her in place with one arm, he used his hand to pepper sharp strokes across both perfect mounds of ass flesh. She squealed with the first few smacks, but then began to moan as he continued the spanking. When she began to lift her ass into the blows, he knew she was not as offended by the discipline as she might want to think.
His cock reacted as well, growing stiff and demanding renewed attention. Logrolling them so that he was now lying over her, he used his knees to push her legs apart. He then shifted lower. Rocking up on one elbow, he tested her pussy, finding it warm and wet and begging for some company.
Fitting the head of his cock to her entrance, he looked into her eyes. “And once we’re both awake, we will come together, yes?” He surged forward, filling her completely on the first stroke.
“Yes,” she hissed as her pelvis rocked up to meet him.
Her pussy welcomed him, and after a moment to allow her to adjust to his size, and himself to regain a shred of control over his body, he began to slide in and out again. “God, you feel like magic,” he murmured.
Her answer was a soft groan as her arms and legs came around his body. She clung tight and met his every thrust as they quickly climbed and flew over the crest into their mutual orgasms.
It took several minutes before Kingsley could pry himself from her clinging hold and move to lie next to her. It was another few before he acknowledged they needed to leave the bed else they would starve.
Lifting onto one elbow, he leaned over and brushed a kiss on Lena’s cheek. “How about some breakfast?”
Lena blinked and looked up at her, but before she could speak, her stomach growled, a fiercely long and loud sound. She covered her belly with both hands. “Kill me now,” she whispered, sounding deathly embarrassed.
“No, I don’t think so. I’d rather feed you instead,” Kingsley said as he rolled out of bed. Grabbing his pants from the night before, he pulled them on and quickly buttoned them up. “I’ll get the coffee started if you’d like to use the shower first.”
“Thank you,” Lena answered softly as she grabbed her clothes and headed into the bathroom.
****
Lena showered quickly before dressing. She had no intention of eating with the man, but refused to walk home looking like she had spent the night in a man’s bed, even if she had. She did not bother to look in the mirror as she untangled the knots from her hair and braided it to lay over one shoulder. She pulled a hair tie from her pocket to secure the braid. After wrapping her pashmina around her head for the walk home, she found her shoes and slipped them on.
The scent of bacon and fresh-brewed coffee drew her out of the bedroom, and she paused when she saw Kingsley standing at the stove dressed only in his black cargo pants. His back was to her, broad, tanned, the muscles rippling as he stirred something. A tattoo of a colorful dragon covered his back, moving with the man, and as she slowly approached, Lena would have sworn it was watching her.
Lord, he was beautiful. She wished they could have more than just this one encounter. She wished she could have more time to explore the tattoo, to learn more about the man and his life.
She hesitated in the center of the large room and looked around. The room that served as living room, dining room, kitchen, and office appeared to be filled with an intriguing combination of old and new, antiques intermingled with the conveniences of modern life. It was eclectic, making her want to curl up on the settee to read a book, or go snooping through the shelves of colored bottles and jars filled with what looked like a large collection of herbs, flowers, and seeds.