Page 9 of Taking a King

“Are you sure about this?” I murmur against the soft skin of her neck. I know everything is going to change after tonight. It likely already has. There’s no going back now. But I also know that if she asked me to stop, I would. It might kill me, but I’d do it.

I feel her hands grip my hair and pull my head back enough to meet her gaze. It’s not quite painful, but there’s enough force to get my attention.

“Don’t youdarestop now,” she says, fiercely. Relief washes over me. She wants this just as much as I do. Her green eyes blaze with determination and longing. I grin at her bossy tone. She’s so incredibly sexy like this. She’s so much more than my feeble imagination prepared me for.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, leaning down to pull her nipple into my mouth. I smile when I hear her moan of pleasure. I love the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin on my lips. That thought gives me another idea. I want to taste all of her.

“Good,” she whispers, her mouth on my neck. “Because I’ve wanted this for so long. I don’t think I can wait anymore, now that you’re here.”

Relief washes over me along with a fresh surge of need. Hearing Claire tell me she wants me is an aphrodisiac in itself. I long to bury myself inside her, but there’s something else I need to do first.

Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I stand. Claire lets out a startled shriek and wraps her arms around my neck, holding on. I turn and lower her to the couch before dropping to my knees and burying my face between her legs and licking a long line up her slit. I hear her suck in a breath before letting out a long, low moan.

Her fingers tangle in my hair. “Oh, god.”

I lap at her wet pussy, loving how responsive she is to my touch. I flick my tongue over her clit lightly before moving lower to tease at her entrance, working my tongue inside her. I grip her thighs, holding them open for my feast. Eventually, I lick and suck my way back up to her clit, flicking against the sensitive nub. I circle it with my tongue, working Claire into a writhing mess of pleasure. I want to make her come on my tongue. I want to taste it. Right now, I feel like I need her release more than I need my own. I want to watch her come apart in my arms. I want to hear her gasps.

Reaching up, I slide one finger through her slippery folds, seeking her entrance. My finger slides in easily and I curl it upward, reaching for that elusive spot. Claire’s gasp tells me when I find it. I redouble my efforts on her clit while working my finger in and out, stroking inside her in time with my mouth. It isn’t long before her body tightens like a bowstring, and I feel her inner muscles squeeze against my finger. She lets out a muffled scream, her hips bucking against me as she comes. I don’t stop until I wring every last gasp, every last spasm of pleasure from her.

I don’t give her time to come down from the high of her orgasm. I stand, kicking off the rest of my clothes as I do. Claire shifts until she’s stretched out along the length of the couch. I pause to look at her, still somewhat in shock that this is happening.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, smiling at her pleased expression.

She leans up and reaches out to take me in her hand. Giving me a long, slow stroke, she grins. “And you’re stalling.”

She guides me down to rest between her open thighs, meeting me with a kiss that steals nearly every thought from my head. All at once, I remember something. Something I should have remembered far earlier. Claire’s hand on my dick guides me toward her entrance. But I pull back and look at her.

“Condom?”

“Shit! Damn it!” She releases my dick, much to my disappointment, and wiggles up onto her elbows. Leaning up, she gives me a quick kiss before pushing at my shoulder. I move off of her to sit on one end of the couch. Claire jumps to her feet and points at me, a serious expression on her face.

“Do not move a muscle,” she says sternly.

I dip my head in acknowledgement. “Yes, ma’am.”

I watch her as she bounds down the hallway, her bare ass bouncing with every step. I smile at the sight. She disappears into what I assume is a bedroom. She’s gone for mere seconds before emerging, her hand high in the air, waving a foil packet.

“Victory!” She shouts, making me laugh.

I watch her saunter naked toward me, her hungry gaze on me. I remain unmoving in my spot on the couch as she’d instructed. Claire walks over to stand before me, her eyes roaming my naked body. I watch her watching me, wondering how I got so lucky.

Slowly, she lowers herself down to kneel on the floor in front of me. She sets the condom on the couch beside me and strokes her hands up my thighs to my hips. She looks into my eyes and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. That’s all the warning I get before she leans forward and licks a long, slow line up the sensitive underside of my dick. She lets out a little hum of pleasure before sucking me into her mouth. I feel her tongue swirl around the head and my eyes fall shut. The breath leaves me in a rush and my entire world is centered around Claire’s mouth.

She grips the base of my cock as she sucks me into her mouth, taking me deeper with each bob of her head. A groan escapes me, and I know I won’t last much longer if she keeps this up. I know I need to stop her. I want to be buried deep in her hot pussy when I come. That thought is nearly enough to make me explode right there. Instead, I gently push her away. She shoots me a disappointed look that makes me smile.

“If you keep that up, this is going to be over way too soon,” I say, pulling her up off her knees. “Besides, I want to be inside you when I come.” I kiss her, my tongue swirling against hers. “I’ve dreamed about it for months.”

Another kiss.

“What it would feel like. What you would taste like. The sounds you’d make when you come. How you’d milk my cock with every pulse of your orgasm.”

Claire sucks in a shuddering breath at my words and climbs up to straddle me. I grab the condom and quickly sheath myself before pulling her back to me for another kiss. She reaches between us to guide me into her before slowly sinking down onto my cock. When I’m buried to the hilt inside her, she pauses and looks at me.

“You feel amazing,” she whispers. Then she starts to move.

Chapter Five

Claire

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