Part 25

Part 25

After reading the first chapter, I was ready for a cold shower. King sat on the sofa style chair and I laid between her legs reading chapter after chapter. By chapter five he asked me to take a break because he needed it but I wanted to keep reading so I did, out loud. King must've adjusted himself a dozen times during chapter five, but to me it was more than enjoyable. I've learned more than I expected but would love to see video. I pulled out my phone, pulled up the internet, and we sat and watched a little instruction on how to do certain things. I wanted to try but again, didn't want to give in too soon. Technically we've only known one another for a little over two months and it wasn't enough time for me to feel secure in giving him a piece of me. Yes, I was ready to pounce on him on our first date but I'm grateful he stopped me. I've been able to see him for who he is and I can't say that I'm disappointed, we've had that one occurrence when slapping me was his first thought, then belittling me was another first thought when he got upset, so that alone took away the feeling of wanting to try anything with him.

I took a break for myself and retreated to the restroom to freshen up. When I came back to the cabin King was laying there sleep, stiff as a board. I pulled out our bed, woke him up by rubbing on his inner thighs, and told him to get in the bed with me. I laid on my back and covered up. King climbed on top of me, rubbing down my sides, pulling down my basketball shorts. King started to kiss my stomach, traveling down towards where my hairline would be, if I didn't shave. Glancing up at me, caressing my thighs. Running his tongue in places I've never felt before and because it was new and felt so good I couldn't stop him. His face between my legs, my back arched, and the things he learned was extremely gratifying for me. I released my guard and allowed him to please me, which was the best decision I've ever made. The end result, electrical currents running through my body, speechless, well besides the pleasurable moans coming from my mouth that I didn't know was there. Looking down at him, his eyes roll up to see me watching him. He raised his head so I could see his tongue touching me, never missing a beat. I can't say his tongue was as long as his shaft but it was thick and longer than most I'm sure.

"Can I?"

Moaning back, "can you what?"

"Stick my tongue in you?"

Oh my gosh, I don't know how to answer because I wanted more than just his tongue but for now I agreed. The feeling of his tongue filled me, I wasn't ready for this to feel so good. Then I was thinking,  if this feels this good, I started to drive myself crazy thinking about what other things would feel like. Then he does something amazing, I can't explain what it is but I know that it took me somewhere that I would love to stay, but I couldn't take anymore. Running for cover, getting him away from my sweet box, he gets on his knees, and smile at me.

Wiping his face, "I see you like that. Can I do it again?"

I just laid there trying to catch my breath and stop my head from spinning. I wanted more of him but knew he would end up driving me crazy. I got myself together, grabbed his face, and started kissing him telling him how much I loved it. His only response was good, now we can get some sleep. He laid down, pulled me in front of him, and dozed off like I was the one pleasing him. Off into a deep sleep, I fantasize about our next interaction.