Page 44 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Icouldn’t say anything in the elevator, so I kept my mouth shut but once the door opened revealing a loft kind of penthouse, I didn’t take time to admire what they’ve done with the place for me. Instead, I march over to the bed and drop King on it. King giggles as she turns to lie on her back. “That was hot, your worship,” she states.
I smile, there she goes with her weird Shakespearean shit. I unbutton my shirt. “Hi,” I say to her.
“Good morrow,” she replies, then snickers.
“So, you love Shakespearean English, huh?”
“Ay, your worship.”
“What’s your favorite play by the man?” I ask.
I don’t even have to explain to her what I’m talking about. She sits up, watching me like she’s gazing at the stars; eyes filled with awe-like wonderment. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act two, scene one,” she answers.
“Hmm. Not bad. Thought you would say the typical Romeo and Juliet. What’s your favorite quote out of all the plays?” I ask her as I remove my shirt and throw it on the floor. I remove my shoes, socks and all. I begin on my pants and realize that King still hasn’t talked.
“I don’t know if I can…” she says.
“Yeah, eh?” I ask. I remove my pants and boxers. I make my way to the bed and stand at the edge. I wrap my fingers around her ankle and pull her to me. King falls back on the bed but watches me still. I grab the hem of her dress with both hands and I rip it apart, not feeling satisfied until it all rips in half. I smile at this while I watch her tits become free and my mouth salivates at her body. She’s so damned perfect.
“Ciro…” She gasps my name as I lean in, kissing her thighs first. I lick one of her thighs, leaving a trail as I make my way up to her panties.
I grab a hold of them and yank them down slowly, removing them with my teeth. I gaze at her throughout the entire process until I completely remove them off her body. I lean in, hovering over her. King opens her legs, accommodating my body to fit in between them. She wraps her hers around me and I place one foot off the bed on the floor and the other I bend at the knee so I could be right there at the moment with her. I want to see her face when I enter her. I position myself at her entrance. I grind my dick against her clit; up and down, up and down, causing her to grab on to any part of me she can.
“Kingsley, talk dirty to me, I beseech thee.” I say to her, speaking in her language.
King’s eyes fill with tears and I open my mouth to ask her why she’s about to cry, but she beats me to it. “My favorite quote is;Your virtue is my privilege. For that it is not night when I do see your face. Therefore, I think I am not in the night. Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company. For you in my respect are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone. When all the world is here to look on me?”[1]
I’m in awe of her, truly. “Tell me, what does it mean? Why this quote?”
The tears in King’s eyes don’t fall, but she gives me a timid smile. A shy one. “I’ve always loved the quote; I just didn’t think I’d ever experience it.”
“Tell me, baby, explain it to me. I want to understand it with you.” I say as I slip inside her a little.
King moans, and I give her a second. “Because I had the modern English version, this is what it was saying; I rely on your virtue to protect me. And because I can see your shining face, it doesn’t feel like nighttime to me. This forest doesn’t seem deserted when you’re here, because you are all the world to me. So how can anyone say I’m alone, when the whole world is here to look at me?[2]The whole scene and all of it makes little sense but to me, I understood Helena, I understand, her love for Demetrius, why she would let him treat her like that.” She finishes.
I shudder at her translation and her words right after. In this moment, her tears fall, and I slip all the way in. Fuck. What is this? I kiss her because there’s nothing else I could say to her. I don’t know why this was so easy for us. How we could get here but fuck it, I’m game if she is. I don’t fuck her like I was going to, instead I show her what it would’ve been like had I liked her before I first fucked her. I show her what it’s like to have your man show you just how much he can give you with his body and his mind. King’s hands make their way down my back and then I feel her hands on my ass cheeks. She moans as she tries to make me go deeper, but not yet; I want her to understand that even on the surface I can touch her. That she can rely on my virtue to protect her and that if I mean the world to her, then she will never feel alone. I won’t be like Demetrius before the forest, I won’t look at her friend or any other woman instead, I’ll be better than that. Better than Demetrius, who went back to wanting Helena after telling her she made him sick. There won’t be a moment of hesitation for me, nor will there be a Hermia to distract me from my Helena. I remove my lips from hers.
“Look at me, Kingsley Storm.” I wait for her and when she looks at me, I wipe her tears. I lay my forehead on hers. “You aren’t Helena and I’m not Demetrius. I am more than him. I look past your beauty and the beauty of other women, seeing into your soul only. I won’t desert you; I won’t treat you like a dog because you are more than that. You are my woman. The one I chose and will continue to choose. Now, let me show you what it’s like to really feel me fucking your soul.” I capture her lips into a scorching kiss that has me swallowing her moans. I fuck her like I just promised. I don’t care if anyone even walks in here to shoot me dead, I won’t die though because I have a point to prove to Kingsley Storm.
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