Page 16 of Craving a King

The more I walk around the palace, the larger it feels. It’s beautiful. The hallways never seem to end; there are endless closed doors. I wonder what’s behind them, but I dare not open one. That’s a clear violation of privacy.

Soon, I feel lost. I start to regret going off on my own; the palace is empty and vast. It is full of secrets I will never be privy to. I start to get spooked. Then I feel him. His breath is on my ear and his hands are around my waist. My body presses against him too close but not close enough.

“Are you lost, Ella?” he whispers.

I want to explain. I want to tell him I was embarrassed at his earlier question and not disrespected. I want to apologize for going off half-cocked. I want to tell him that I didn’t mean to snoop around. That I generally don’t invade people’s privacy. I don’t normally traipse through strangers’ homes. I want to plead my case so he won’t think I’m crazy. I want him to make my body shudder and quake with his touch.

Before I can start my defense, my back is against a wall. His palms are on either side of my head, and he leans his strong, long body over mine. His body skims mine, not quite touching me but ready to do so whenever I say the word. He looks at me and his smoky eyes are liquid pools of dark lust. His stare sets my entire body aflame. I know then that there is no way I am leaving this palace without being thoroughly and splendidly sexed up and laid down. I feel my desire sweat from every pore on my body. It is so palpable it has its own scent.

He sighs and lets out a sharp breath before whispering onto my lips, “What do you want, Ella?”

“You,” I pant.

He moves to my neck and speaks. “I’m here. You have me. What do you want me to do?”

“I want…I want…” I’m tongue-tied. I am so full of heat and filthy thoughts. Then, his body is gone, and he pushes away. I reach out for him and he eludes my grasp. He grabs my hands and begins to rub the inside of my palms. He is driving me mad.

“You have to tell me exactly what you want. Exactly how, where, and when to touch you. Where to lick, where to come. I want your verbal participation at every step of your pleasure.”

I can’t say it. I have never been sexually forward in my life. Marcus used to feel me out and lead the way. But this is different. This is real seduction. Kofi isn’t asking me because he doesn’t know—he’s asking me because he wants to hear the words.

“I want you to worship my body like I’m your queen.”

It’s on.

He leans his strong body into mine, pushing me back against the wall. He lifts me and directs me to lift my arms above my head before devouring my mouth, one lip at a time. First, he nibbles and sucks my top lip before paying equal attention to my bottom lip. Then his tongue takes over and explores my mouth thoroughly while his hand begins to massage my left breast. He begins to pull and pinch my nipple until it is hard, straining against the strapless lace bra I have on. After he conquers that nipple, he moves to the next. My hands are all over him. I cannot get over how hard and tight his body is. He is so fit you can bounce a quarter off these abs. All I can think about is my mouth on him exploring every part of his six pack. If this is going to be the only time I get to touch him, I’m making the most of it.

I manage to remove his dashiki before tearing my mouth away from his. I lick a trail from behind his ear, down his neck to the top of his pecks down to his amazing stomach, taking my sweet time to get where I want to go.

“Damn, Ella! You’re killing me, love.” His endearment nearly unwinds me.

His hands are on the back of my head and neck as I lick down to his waistband. He isn’t pushing or guiding me down; he’s stroking me like I am his most precious treasure. That makes me want to ravage him. Lucky for me, royalty in West Africa don’t wear a lot of hardware on their clothing. There are no belt buckles, buttons, or zippers to contend with. I simply unhook the eyelet at his waist and his linen pants fall to the floor. He is down to a pair of black boxer briefs that look like a second chocolate skin wrapped around the strongest pair of thighs and legs I’ve ever seen. I run my hands up the back of his legs and caress the back of his thighs while I hungrily drink his body in with my eyes. Finally, I settle on his large and pulsating bulge.

A craving overtakes me and I push my head forward, to graze my teeth over the cloth holding my prize. He tenses and lets out a sharp breath and some inaudible curse. I don’t care. I want to see him, all of him. I hook my thumbs around the waistband and look up at him. His eyes are full of desire and longing. He’s so vulnerable! I can get anything at this moment, his kingdom for my touch.

“May I, your majesty?” I ask seductively.

“Please do,” he answers huskily, still stroking my hair and neck. I can tell he is fevered with lust.

I pull down his boxer briefs, removing the final barrier between me and his dick. It springs forth, huge and fully erect. It is beautiful. Chocolate, thick, and smooth. I reach out and began to slowly pump his base. His hand stills on my neck. When I look up, he is staring at me with a desperate look on his face. “Ella, are you sure you want this?” I stare at him, but I don’t answer. Then I continue to pump until a bead of moisture comes to his tip; never taking my eyes off of his, I lick his tip clean of that tart delight before licking the entire length. I am filled with want and take him into my mouth, sucking base to tip and using my hands to help because there is no way I can fit all of him in my mouth. But I am going to try.

I let go and hold the back of his thighs, pushing his length to the back of my throat while he gently nudges my head forward. When I pull back to the tip, he pushes me back down his shaft, starting a rhythm that can only be described as fucking. After four or five pumps, he lets out a primal grunt and swiftly picks me up in his arms. He covers my mouth with his. He steps out of his pants and boxers and carries me to the door of the room we are directly outside of. He pushes open the door and I quickly realize it is a bedroom. He gently places me on the gigantic bed.

“Take your clothes off,” he growls, “slowly, because I want to take in every incredible part of you.”

I raise up on my knees and reach behind to untie the halter top of my dress. I slowly let the straps fall before shimmying out of the dress. I unhook my bra and let my full double D breasts bounce out. My nipples are at full attention. And so is the king. He doesn’t say a word, but the heavy beat of his breathing and flinching of his jaw tells me everything I need to know. He is enjoying the show. I start to turn around on the bed.

“Ella, what are you wearing?” he rumbles in awe.

I look over my right shoulder with a coy smile. My black lace thong does him in, and he is over to me before I can completely turn around.

“I’m sorry, Ella—I need to have you right now, and it’s going to be rough.”

“Rough suits me just fine. Take me, your majesty.”

He pushes me on my back and parts my legs with his knees. “Open those thighs for me.” I hesitate; I am not used to being so bare to a lover. “Open wide, baby. Let me see that beautiful pussy. I want to see how wet it is for me.”

I obey, feeling as open and exposed as I ever have. He takes me in with his eyes, and I hear a sound at the back of his throat. It is raw desire. He bends his head down and moves my thong over with his teeth, ripping the lace before grabbing my clit with his lips. He does not let go. He sucks and nibbles my bud until I don’t even know my name anymore. Then his tongue follows, licking my folds from my backside to the base of my stomach, before returning to the assault on my clit again. Back and forth he goes with hard nibbles and soft licks until I almost burst at the seams. I call his name and my body becomes a waterfall.

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