“Hey, what’s the big deal? We’ve slept in the same bed before. I’ve seen you once the concealer is off and your glasses are on. I happen to think you’re gorgeous.” He pecked a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Sexy.” He kissed my right cheek. “And completely lickable no matter what.”
“You’re just saying that.” I really didn’t hate my freckles. Or my glasses either. They were part of who I was. But much like my cousin, my appearance was my armor. My shield from enemy fire. So I had to look sharp. My best. Fake it until you make it and all that.
He grabbed my hand and shoved it between his legs.Holy giant. He’d gotten impossibly thicker while staring at my face.Huh. Maybe he meant it. Maybe this was part of the soulmate thing, willingly accepting all of me.
I must’ve said that last part out loud because he growled. “It’s a you thing.” Then he pressed a hard kiss to my mouth and scooted off the bed.
As the drawer opened, my face flamed hotter, which undoubtedly meant brighter. King came back up with the supplies we needed, smirking. “We’ll have to come back to this. Not tonight, but soon.”
My embarrassment quickly vanished at the thought of King using one of my toys. On me. A full body shiver coursed through me. He leaned over, giving me one last lingering kiss before kneeling between my spread legs. “Hand me a pillow, sweetheart.”
Without looking, I batted my hand backward, trying to find one that I wasn’t resting my head on. As soon as I passed it over, he slid it under my ass, propping me up, then pushed my thighs, lifting me higher to his hungry gaze. My choppy breaths rang out in the room while I waited with eager anticipation for the feel of his fingers in my hole. King’s gaze slid up my body like a slowcaress before he locked me in his penetrating gaze, then dove in, licking a stripe up my crack, then nosing around my balls.
“Fuck.”
King hummed as his thumbs bracketed my hole, and he exhaled a soft, warm flow of air. “Beautiful.”
“King. Please.”
A chuckle so unlike the sweet, gentle giant I knew ghosted over my flesh before his tongue lapped at me, softening my hole in the best possible way. Words tumbled from my lips, begging him for more, begging him to eat me, fuck me, make me come, and he continued his blissful assault.
When I reached for my dick, his head popped up with a growl on his spit-covered lips. “Mine.” Then he went back to work. It was like a brutal punishment or promise, I couldn’t decide which. It was too much and not enough. It was bliss.
When he finally came up for air, he reached over and grabbed the lube, squeezing enough on his fingers to coat them. Going back to my ass, he pushed one inside, while he grabbed my cock with his other hand, stroking so lightly it was definitely more of a tease than anything.
“You like this, sweetheart? Me worshipping you? Treating you like the precious man you are?”
“Yes,” I choked out.
He hummed, his gaze riveted by the motion of his own hands. “I like it, too. I’ve been dreaming of it so much. Making myself come every morning. After I see you every night. After we meet in the Dream-veil.”
“You…you do?” I panted. “You wake up and—” I cut off in a groan as he added a finger and pegged my prostate.
“Of course, I do.” His voice got impossible lower, huskier, as he added a third finger, twisting and curling his fingers as he pumped my dick harder, faster.
“King, I’m gonna—” He pegged my prostate again.
“Don’t come, sweetheart. I’m not even inside of you yet.”
“Hurry,” I begged, worried I wouldn’t be able to hold off, but wanting to come on his dick more than I wanted my next breath.
He pulled out of me slowly, but opened and rolled on the condom quickly. Then his face was in front of mine, hovering, lips smiling, as he prodded my hole with the tip of his cock.
“Please. I’m so ready to be filled up by you.”
He dropped a quick kiss on my lips, but I pulled him back down and smashed our mouths together. I didn’t care where he’d just been. All I wanted was to be devoured by him. He didn’t hesitate, owning me, touching me, making me his, as he worked his way inside of me until he was balls deep. We both sighed as he made it home. Right where he was supposed to be.
Wrapping my legs around his lean hips, he rocked into me. “Fuck. Sweetheart, you feel so good. Amazing.”
Amazing wasn’t a strong enough word to capture the intensity of him inside of me. While still frantic with lust and need, there was also a homecoming—a rightness that I’d never experienced during sex before. But that was just it, wasn’t it? This wasn’t just sexy-times for the sake of getting off.
This was more.
This was everything.
“Make love to me, King,” I said, staring into his fathomless eyes.
“With pleasure.” He pulled out until just the tip was barely in me, then slammed forward, making me cry out. A devilish smirk crossed his face. “So much pleasure, sweetheart.” Then he did it again and again, until my words were nothing but mere sounds. His beloved face and chest gleamed with sweat as he melded our bodies again and again.
