Queen of Men (King Maker 2)

He stomped forward, the storm masking the noise of his footsteps. I backed up, unwilling to be in a defenseless position when he faced me not a foot away.

His beautiful face was plastered with wet hair. I was unable to stop my hand from pushing the limp strands from his face. I cupped his cheek and stared at my expression in the pools of his eyes that danced in the light of the fire. He leaned into my touch.

Silently, I felt his determination for me to choose him. It broke the wall I’d erected around my emotions and carefully hidden heart.

The rain that dripped down my face mixed with tears as I accepted what was to come next. I stepped into him slowly. When we were flush, I stood on my toes and kissed first one cheek then the other. I tasted the unmistakable saltiness of tears—mine or his I didn’t know when I pressed my lips to his. I drew his face closer. It didn’t matter that his wet clothes dampened mine.

My fingers moved from his face down the hard plains of his chest and down to the top of his pants. I tugged the offending article of clothing free of them. Droplets of water sprang out, and I managed with his help to get his shirt over his head.

His hands reached around my neck and began to undo the buttons at my back. When he finished, he parted the fabric, separating it to my shoulders, freeing my arms. I stood exposed in a manufactured bra from the waist up as my skirt clung obstinately to my hips.

Next, I managed to undo the front flat of his pants. With one good push, they fell with the speed of gravity to hit the floor, creating a puddle of fabric and water. At the same time, his cock sprang free, giving little doubt that his intention matched mine.

His hand reached back up to my neck and his fingertips glided down my back, to pop the clasp on my bra with expertise. Letting my arms hang at my sides, it fell to my feet. I shivered as much from the coolness of his damp fingers as the touch itself. He pushed my dress and my underwear down as one. They hit the floor with a silent splat.

As a unit we took two steps back away from the clothing that had confined us moments before. His lips touched mine as our bodies melded together and he continued to dance us back to the rug in front of the fire.

My hands went to his shoulders and pressed down, letting him know my objective. He surprised me by lifting me up. Hands urged me up to wrap my legs around his waist, trapping his rock-hard cock against my core to create delicious pressure.

My orgasm was so close it could be counted down beginning with “T minus ten” for liftoff and we hadn’t really begun yet.

Too much sexual tension had been building that needed release.

Unfortunately for me, we hadn’t ended up against the wall, which had become a favorite position of mine. Instead, he knelt with me still wrapped around him.

When my back met the rough tread of the rug, I barely registered it. My arms wove around his neck, drawing him in for a real kiss, the prelude to everything to come. He tongue fucked me with all the promise of what was to come. I relaxed my legs, giving him room to push inside me in the most exquisite way.

He had different ideas. He trailed a line of hot kisses down my neck to my collarbone, only to continue to a breast. He suckled it and I bit my tongue, knowing we were not alone in the house.

The idea of us getting caught only heightened every sensation as I arched my back off the floor. He paid homage to the other breast, eliciting the same response. When his hands trailed down my sides, along with more kissing and licking, I squirmed with the oncoming penetrating sensations.

Pay dirt happened when he played tic-tac-toe down the center of my body. First was the capturing of my clit with his lips and a gentle nip with his teeth. Then his tongue thrust inside me, making me rise up on my elbows to look down at him. When his tongue flicked a little lower, my head fell back, nearly cracking the floor. His fingers moved inside my core while his tongue continued to tease an area I wasn’t sure I’d make available to anyone else. I couldn’t think very well past the pleasure.

His thumb teased that entrance, and my body grew wetter still. His tongue moved back as if eager to lap up all I had to offer. Just when I was about to call out and beg him to fill me with his length, I held in a moan as I rode out my orgasm. His fingers worked in and out, drawing out my release.