Page 41 of Teasing a King

“Patience,” he murmurs, kissing me again.

His mouth moves higher, trailing kisses in its wake. He moves from one leg to the other, bypassing where I want his mouth most. The anticipation is delicious torture, its own kind of foreplay. This is what we’d missed last time by rushing into sex. Not that I’m complaining, because that had been amazing too. But this? This is so much more. I run a hand through his hair, loving the feel of the soft strands between my fingers. My eyes fall closed, and I focus on the feel of his mouth on my skin. The warmth of his tongue as it licks ever closer to the apex of my legs. He’s so close now. I can feel his breath on my wet heat.

“Don’t close your eyes.” His lips are pressed against my inner thigh making the words muffled. But I hear them clearly. My face heats with the knowledge of what he’s about to do coupled with the idea of me watching as he does. But I can’t find it in me to feel truly embarrassed. I’m too far gone. I want this. I want his mouth on me. I want to watch as he pleasures me. I open my eyes to see him looking up at me.

“Watch,” he says in a commanding whisper, igniting a new fire inside me. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come on my tongue.”

My mouth drops open at his words and I tremble. I nod, turning my attention back to the mirror. My gaze travels over our reflection. Seeing Van kneeling before me, his dark head between my legs, hands gripping my thighs is nearly enough to make me come right then. I never imagined how hot it could be to watch myself in the act. Part of that is Van, though. He’s such a gorgeous man. My eyes follow the lines of his bare back, the golden skin over corded muscles. My hands itch to touch him, to slide over all that exposed flesh. To reach inside those shorts and grip his cock, stroking until he can’t take anymore. There are so many things I’d like to do with this man. I nearly smile at the realization that now, I can.

His mouth on my pussy pulls a startled gasp from me, dragging my attention back to what he’s doing rather than his body. Van licks a long, slow path down my slit, dipping inside me briefly before coming back up to swirl around my clit. My knees nearly buckle at the pleasure of his mouth on my pussy.

He looks up at me, pulling his mouth from me long enough to smile. “I love the way you taste,” he says, licking his lips before returning to his task.

I curl my fingers through his hair again, gripping lightly as his expert tongue flicks against my flesh. I can feel the orgasm already building within me, pushing me closer to the edge with every slick swirl of his tongue on my clit. His hands grip my thighs, holding me still for the onslaught. His fingers slide over my slick flesh before pushing inside me. I can see the muscles of Van’s back and arms bunch and flex with his movements even as I feel his fingers filling me. His tongue swirls faster around my clit in time with the movement of his hand. I feel myself getting closer to that peak with every brush of his tongue on my sensitive flesh. My hips move on their own, as if trying to get closer to the source of my pleasure.

The image of us in the mirror is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I look powerful, beautiful even. I feel so incredibly sexy right now. This gorgeous man is on his knees before me, fucking me with his mouth and hand as I grind against his face. It’s clear that all he wants is my pleasure, my release. With that thought, I come undone. I cry out as my orgasm slams through me. I spasm against Van’s fingers inside me, against his mouth still lapping at my clit. I keep my eyes open the entire time, watching as I moan my pleasure. My entire body shakes under the onslaught. Van’s fingers slide out of me, helping to hold me upright as my knees threaten to give out. His tongue gentles on me, licking and kissing my sensitive flesh until I protest.

I look down at him, unsurprised to see a big grin on his face. If I hadn’t just had the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life, I’d be annoyed at the look of pride there. Instead, my lips quirk up into a smile of their own even as I roll my eyes.

“You’re very good at that,” I say in a breathless whisper.

He kisses my hip, sending another shiver through me. “I’m good at other things too,” he says with a wink.

“Oh, I remember,” I say, moving down to kneel in front of him.

His arms come around me, pulling me against him. I reach for the front of his shorts, cupping his hard length through the loose fabric. Van sucks in a hissing breath followed by a groan as I give his cock a light squeeze.

“I want you,” I whisper. “Now.”

Van takes my mouth in a searing kiss that tells me he wants me just as much as I want him. I slide my hand under the elastic band at his waist, eager to touch him.

“Tell me you have a condom,” Van whispers against my neck.

I stroke his length. “You can’t exactly get me pregnant,” I whisper. “And I got tested at my OB appointment last week. Healthy.”

“I’m clean too,” he whispers. “I got tested after we—” He trails off, his movements stalling. He means after we slept together. He’d gotten tested.

“I don’t mean,” he begins. His eyes are wide as he looks at me, trying to gage whether I’m upset. “It’s not like I thought—”

I’m not offended, but it’s cute that Van thought I might be. I put my free hand over his mouth to stop his sputtering explanation. “You were just being responsible, right?” Van nods. “Mr. Responsibility,” I murmur, squeezing his cock again. “That’s kinda hot.”

Van nips at my hand, making me pull my hand back from his mouth. I kiss him as I stroke his length again. “It also means I get to really feel you. All of you,” I whisper against his lips. A growl escapes him, and his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me tighter against him.

I shove at his shorts, pushing them down his hips until his cock springs free. Van releases me long enough to lean up and push them off. Then his arms are around me again, pulling me back to him without any barriers between us. I climb onto his lap, straddling him. I gasp at the hard length of him pressing against my opening.

Van grips my hips and moves me up and down, sliding my wet pussy against his hard cock. I slide back and forth, letting his cock glide over my slick folds, teasing my clit each time. Finally, I grab his shoulders, using them for leverage as I raise my hips into position. I can feel him teasing at my entrance, so close to sliding inside me. Slowly, I lower myself down onto him, letting him fill me completely. He’s larger than I remember, but I’ve been imagining this moment for weeks and I’m ready for him. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, but I don’t stop until he’s buried deep. When my hips are finally resting against his and Van is fully sheathed inside me, we both still.

Van’s hands stroke up my back to my shoulders and back down to my ass, squeezing lightly.

“You feel incredible,” he murmurs, pushing upward slightly.

I gasp at the way the tiny movement feels inside me. “Look,” Van whispers, bringing my attention back to him. But he’s not looking at me. His head is turned to the side. All at once, I remember the mirror. All our maneuvering shifted us so that the mirror is now to my left instead of behind Van. We both have a clear view of our reflection in the glass. I feel myself clench involuntarily at the sight of me straddling Van, our arms wrapped around one another. I feel him grow even harder inside me. The urge to move is suddenly too much and I lift my hips up, then back down. We both watch in the mirror as I ride Van’s cock, rising until he’s barely inside me, then plunging back down until he completely fills me, over and over.

Van’s grip tightens on my ass, but he doesn’t make a move to change my slow pace. He lets me set the pace, moving at my own speed. I love the feeling of control, of having this man at my mercy. Over and over, I slide up and down, taking him inside me, watching in the mirror. I can feel another orgasm building, a slow tightening of my core, growing more urgent with every thrust. I keep my eyes locked on the mirror. The visual stimulation adds another layer of pleasure to what we’re doing, heightening my arousal. Van’s hand moves down between us, brushing against my clit. I gasp loudly, my rhythm faltering for the first time. Van shoots me a devilish grin in the mirror as he repeats the movement.

His other arm comes around my waist, holding me tightly. He shifts under me, pushing up against my hips as I come down. I cry out in pleasure, unable to hold it in any longer. His hand is a blur on my clit as he thrusts up into me again and again. I can only cling to him as he pushes me over the edge, wringing another moan from me as I come. Pleasure radiates out from the place where our bodies are joined, turning my body to liquid. I open my eyes to watch in the mirror. What I see stuns me.

I should feel self-conscious, I know. But all I can do is stare in awe. We look so incredibly sexy right now. Van’s strong body is beneath mine, thrusting up into me, his muscles straining as he holds me tight against him. The corded muscles in Van’s shoulders stand out, urging me to run a hand over them. He lowers his head to my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth. To my shock, another orgasm slams through me and I scream with the force of it, and I feel another rush of moisture. Van thrusts into me a few more times before tensing beneath me. He pulls me tighter against him with a groan and I feel him spasm inside me, filling me with his own release.

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