Part 18

Part 18

Our date didn't end until well after 2am, and the ride back to the apartment was all hands. Mostly my hands on him, but he showed gratitude within my physical hand on gestures.

"Besides the rape, have you ever willingly had sex with anyone else?" King asked, getting choked up on every other word.

"No, mentally and spiritually you'll be my first. I'm sure a good looking guy like yourself, willingly lost your virginity already." I said in response.

"I've always wanted to save myself for marriage. I see what sex does to people our age, how stupid we start to act. I'm still a virgin, just like you. Wait, I do play with it though." King said looking away from me.

"So you want to wait until marriage?"

"If you're willing too. I mean, I'm not in a rush, but I also don't want to lose my Queen to some filthy dude that's beneath us."

"Well, I guess we'll wait." I mentioned as I climbed off of him.

"Wait, I never said we can't make out. I just don't want to go all the way,  all the way. We're both in a learning stage, let's learn what we like first, then learn about each other. If we conquer that before marriage then we can reconsider waiting." Smiling at me, while he presses his lips to my neck.

“Yeah well, I like that.” I replied to King embracing my neck with is soft lips.
 
In my mind I wanted him, but I don't know the first thing about pleasing someone else, let alone myself. Hand to hand, we walk through the courtyard towards the elevator. Stopping from time to time to kiss and whisper sweet thoughts in one another's ear. Finally on the elevator, I push my rear against him, feeling his bulge grow with each wiggle of my hips. Reaching down with his mouth he nibbles on my neck, telling me he wish he knew how to please me. Knowing what may happen, I lift off of him to make sure I adhere to he's wishes. We engaged in playful banter while riding the rest of the way to the top floor, trying not to touch one another as much.

Our apartment was very quiet, I never heard the apartment building without some sort of movement. At first I thought something was wrong but as I look at the clock is when I realized that normally during this time we’re working, but not tonight. We decided after watching a little television to have a go at showering together, King wanted to see all of me in my natural state, without clothes. I have been wanting to see him for the past few hours, so I jumped at the chance still holding onto his words, “save myself for marriage.”  Undressing him as he undress me, we join each other in the shower preparing ourselves for what may or may not come next.

Using his hands, he lathers the soap between this strong fingers, rubbing my neck, shoulders, arms, back, and breasts. My back against the wall, my lady parts acting out on their own, getting hard in one area, tingling in another. I have no clue what to do, so I stayed put looking at him in his eyes, peering into his soul. King lets off a smile, runs water on his hands to lather up again. He washes all of me, gently, sexually, stimulating me in such a way that whatever he asks for, I’ll do.

Returning the kindness, I do the same in return. The only difference, I wanted to know where and what aroused him, what made him smirk, jump, jerk, and harden. This was an opportunity to see him up close and personal, without restriction. I explored his body until the water ran cold, rubbing my body against his to keep warm, until there was no hot water at all. All the flirting we’ve been doing all night gave me a feeling of adulthood, wanting to do adult things but the cold shower fixed that. We got out, dried ourselves off, while laughing about how cold showers will fix any of our problems.

“We can take cold showers until they don’t work any longer. When they stop working, we must explore other options. I don’t think cold showers will work for too long my Queen, because that feeling is coming back as we speak.” King readjusted himself and climbed in bed, signaling for me to get in as well.

We laid there, face to face just talking, and laughing. Nothing sexual, no kisses, or rubs; just him holding onto me, telling me a story about our future, and how it’s going to be. I felt safe in his arms, like no one could harm me as long as I’m here with him. I looked up, kissed his chin, and told him that I loved him. Together, we drifted into a sleep that was so deep that I was able to feel the moment that our heartbeats connected.