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I’m rewarded when his hands come to my ass and he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist as his mouth fuses with mine again. The world spins as he moves through his condo, down a hall and to his bedroom. I only know it’s such as he drops me on the mattress before covering me with his body.

His eyes bore into mine, silently asking for permission to proceed. I nod, giving my consent without a word. The air between us crackles with desire as he leans in to capture my lips with his once again. The kiss is urgent, passionate, filled with a longing that I think might have been pent up between both of us since the day we met.

My hands roam freely over his body, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. King’s caresses send shivers down my spine as he explores every inch of my skin with reverence and hunger. We’re a tangle of limbs and shared breaths and it’s perfect.

We break apart, both panting heavily and looking at each other with need. I can feel the heat between us, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing—we can’t hold back any longer. King’s eyes search mine, once again needing permission to continue, but I’ve already given it.

As if on cue, he leans down and captures my lips again, his tongue sliding in to explore the depths of my mouth. My handsfind their way to his chest and I run my fingers over the lines of sinew and bone, heat coursing through me.

My heart races and my breaths become shallower. I want this, I need this.

It’s been so fucking long and I deserve it.

Urgency rises within both of us and hands tear at clothing. In between kisses and laughs as he tries to remove my shoes, and a moment’s distraction when I undo the zipper on his jeans to grasp his rigid length, we somehow get naked.

I let out a sharp yelp when King suddenly grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed until my butt dangles off the side. Confusion swirls in my mind as I try to ask him what he’s doing, but before I can speak, King drops down to his knees in front of me.

His warm breath caresses over my lower stomach, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin. My heart races with realization as I know what he’s about to do—something no man has ever done to me before. Oh, how I always longed for Scott to do this, but I was always too afraid to ask for it. A mixture of fear and excitement floods through me as I involuntarily try to close my legs, not sure if I’m ready for this new experience.

Not sure I’m deserving of it because this is the ultimate act of intimacy.

But King’s gruff command jolts me back to reality. “Keep ’em spread.”

And with that warning, his mouth descends onto my most intimate place, waves of pleasure surging through my body.

I gasp at the sensation, unable to process the intensity of the new feelings washing over me. King’s tongue works its magic, touching every inch of my skin with expert precision. His hands grip my thighs firmly, holding me in place as he explores my every curve.

Each stroke of his tongue feels like a tiny shock, forcing me higher and higher into ecstasy. My fingernails dig into the mattress beneath me, searching for purchase as I arch my back in response to the pleasure. My moans fill the room, mingling with King’s low growls of satisfaction.

Despite my fear, the pleasure builds inside me, becoming too much to bear. I can’t hold it back any longer. My body tenses as the orgasm hits like a tidal wave, washing away all thoughts of fear or hesitation. I cry out loudly, my voice echoing through the empty room as I writhe beneath King’s skilled touch.

His eyes never leave mine as he continues to pleasure me, savoring every gasp and moan that escapes my lips. His own breaths become shallow, matching the rapid pace of my heart. The intensity of the connection between us is palpable, a bond forged through our rawest emotions and most intimate moments.

The mere fact that he did that to me and seemed to love it causes more ice to crack and fall away from my heart. So damn giving of himself and he hardly knows me.

As my body begins to relax, King pulls away and crawls up beside me. Our gazes lock, a mixture of both satisfaction and something more profound. A recognition that we’ve shared a moment unlike any other.

Without a word, I reach up and trace the outline of his jaw with my fingers. He leans in, his warm breath brushing against my skin, and whispers, “You taste incredible.”

His words send a new wave of pleasure crashing through me, one that is far more subtle but no less powerful than the orgasm that just consumed me. I swallow hard, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I take in King’s compliment.

“That was a first for me,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion.

King’s eyes flare with surprise, soften with understanding and then take on a hard glint of propriety. I can actually see the pride filtering in that he gave me something no other man has, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he sat up and started beating on his chest.

His hand presses down on my stomach, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin as he seems lost in thought.

“What is it?” I ask, my fingers lacing with his and holding them in place because his touch is distracting.

His eyes lift to mine and he gives a slight shake of his head. “Nothing.”

“It’s something,” I press.

“It’s just… you keep harping on my age and yet, you’re the one who seems inexperienced in all the ways pleasure can be given and received.”

I frown, because it’s a good point. But that makes me curious. “Where did you learn how to do that? I mean, you said you only had one long-term relationship and you were young during that time. You said you don’t sleep around.”

King grins. “Let’s just say I’m very imaginative, and truth be told, when I was with Emily, we were both adventurous.”

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