Page 2 of Lion's Second Chance King

Then, I’m not bothering to look at his face because his clothes come off.

Chapter Two

Makayla

When he stands naked before me, I can feel my entire being responding. My body responds, of course. I think my body would respond even if I hated him. I don’t hate him, though. I love him. I love him and all of those emotions are back in full force.

I actually thought I was over him, for fuck’s sake.

His cock… How in the world did four years make me forget how damned intimidating it is? It never once hurt me but not once did I see it prior to sex without feeling nervous it couldn’t possibly fit. It’s big, really big. It’s long and thick and… Well, what can possibly describe it better than seeing it makes me immediately nervous.

How the hell is that thing going to fit inside of me?

And then he steps forward and I let out a sigh. “Oh, Daniel,” I whisper. He kisses me, lifting me up from the bed as he does. Then, he climbs onto the bed, carrying me. He used to do that a lot, and there’s something pretty damned profoundly sexy about it. He sets me down and kisses me again, and I lift my calf and rest it over him, trying to position him between my legs.

Yeah, might as well try to move a boulder all by myself.

What happens right now is going to be all up to Daniel. I can definitely count on that as the absolute truth, I can tell you. I certainly don’t mind, though. He slides down and kisses my throat and then my breast. He is unmovable when I try to direct things right now because he has something else in mind.

And I feel pretty damned amazed at how shocking it seems to me for him to have this in mind. It’s like I’ve completely forgotten about the most profound experiences this man gives me. His tongue and lips focus on my left nipple for a while as his hands travel over my body. Then, they move to my right nipple, and I can’t really do anything other than whimper desperately for what comes next.

Or, I guess, and this is crude, what will make me cum next.

“Daniel,” I whisper again. I swear, I’m paralyzed. His lips move lower, tracing the bottom of my rib cage, and then lower, over my abdomen. My hands are already clenched into fists, the blanket tangled in my fingers. My body is dealing with a strange combination of sensations. On one level, I’m dealing with a remarkable sense of fulfillment and something almost peaceful. Daniel is back. I’m with him again. It may be the most comforting thing imaginable. It’s like my body is utterly relaxed with the calm, sweet joy of that reality.

But his lips heading to my pussy also has my body on high alert. Yes, it’s a contradiction. Yes, it makes no sense for me to say that I’m calm and geared up at the same time. That’s it, though. Also, my hands hurt. They hurt from how tightly I’m clenching them around the blankets. My body seems to interpret that sensations differently, though. It doesn’t make the pain and soreness of how tightly I clench my fists turn into pleasure, not exactly, but it’s a pretty damned close thing. It’s certainly desirable. Don’t ask me how.

And every kiss on my skin feels like he’s kissing my clit, almost!

None of this is new except, maybe, for the thing with my hands hurting. None of it is new but it’s also really clear to me that I’d let a lot of what made our sex life incredible slip away from my mind. Damn, it’s good to remember it all!

And then his mouth is on my pussy, and I have no thoughts left at all. I know it will seem like an exaggeration to describe the situation. Well, I’ll do it anyway and you can believe me or not. The moment his mouth reaches my pussy, it’s like I’m submerged. I mean it. It’s like the world is gone and I’m underwater, just in that surreal and almost bizarre state that you experience if you’re in the pool and submerged.

I can feel sensations everywhere on my body as though water, far thicker than air, pressed against every part of me.

Sound is somehow muted the way water mutes the sound. I know that’s something in my head, maybe related to how I just stopped breathing for a second. I still experience it whether or not it’s in my head. Of course, the fact that I stop breathing for a second probably adds to this idea that I’m submerged.

Everything is soft, magical, and muted.

Except my pussy.

There is nothing about what’s happening in my pussy that anyone could possibly call muted. The sensations are distinct and powerful. Soft and magical? Well sure. As his tongue moves softly up and down my slit, there’s a lot of magic happening. But it isn’t muted. The volume of that pleasure is turned up all the way.

His hands slide up my sides, and those sensations aren’t muted either. On the contrary, his touch feels electric to me, and I gasp from the power of it. Wherever his fingertips touch feels just like my pussy; erotic and pleasure filled. His hands reach my breasts, and when he closes his fingers over me there, I let out a whine of pleasure and need all at once.

This man knows exactly what to do with me.

I want to say that he never forgot all he learned about how to please me but the truth is I can’t recall the first time being anything other than powerfully perfect. It’s powerfully perfect this time, too. I don’t know how long his tongue and lips torment me. As always, the whole submerged feeling precludes any real understanding of what time passes. Maybe it’s two or three minutes. Maybe it’s fifteen. Hell, maybe it’s an hour.

However long it takes, I wake up out of the submerged feeling when my climax hits and I scream, “Daniel!” as the world comes back into focus. I feel like my hips buck upward about as hard as they possibly can! Daniel doesn’t have any problem with that at all, though. He holds my upper body down, pressing against me from where he still holds my chest. His tongue thrusts deeply into me as I cum. He wriggles it about as I let out halting moans and cries.

It doesn’t take long before my moans and cries have a hint of panic in them as I grow too sensitive for the stimulation. I recall now how he always knew how to push me right to that point and then…

“Daniel!” I scream as his cock slides into me and suddenly his mouth is on mine. He kisses me fiercely as he thrusts into me. The oversensitivity disappears and I wrap my legs around him without actively deciding to do it. I hold tightly to his shoulders and move my hips rapidly and wildly beneath him. I move like crazy as he continues his steady and powerful thrusts.

I cum again.

Twice more, I think before he cums.

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