Part 40

Part 40

Woken by the light of the sun. I stretch and noticed I was in a blood free tee, soft luxurious bed, and the view from the bed overlooked the City of Atlanta which is amazing. I rolled over to see King looking at me with a smile.

"Good morning my Queen. I hope you don't mind but I bathed you, moisturized your skin, and dressed you while you were out. I've never seen anyone sleep like that before. I was so scared after I got you in the bed and settled that I called the Doctor you had out in Miami."

"Thank you, I didn't feel a thing. What did she say?"

"She said it's normal when a person goes through so many traumatic experiences. It's called the death sleep. You basically put yourself into a self induced coma."

"Wow, I didn't know that was possible."

"Neither did I. You've been sleep for a little over fourteen hours but I'm glad your woke. I'll order us breakfast, maybe we can get dressed, head out to sight see, and do some shopping."

"Sounds great but where are you getting the money from?"

"You don't have to worry about that, just know we have an account that has enough money that we can travel off of and more is deposited daily. You just worry about relaxing."

King gets out of bed and my mouth drops open. What a man he's become. I mean he was sexy before but now he's like a new edition to sexiness. His body is evenly tanned, chiseled like an art sculpture, hairless from what I can see, and his butt. Oh dear baby Jesus, his butt. His muscles are well defined and swollen like he just came from the gym, his butt is firm too the look, round, and looks yummy inside of those boxer briefs. When he got off the phone, he started to walk back to the bed. His bulge was more than a bulge, it was a hanging bulge, and he's all mine.

"You like what you see huh?"

"Dear God yes."

King smiled and climbed back in the bed, moving so close to me that I could smell the lotion he used whenever he showered. He lays on his back, placing his hands behind his head, showing off his freshly shaved underarms. On the inside of each arm there's a tattoo. On the right is my name, "Aaliyah" and on the left is "My Queen". Blushing uncontrollably he pulls me closer to him, laying my head on his inner shoulder, and wrapping his arm around me. Rubbing my nose and lips against his neck, I rest my arm across his chest, and leg across his lower waistline.

Without playing it safe, I climb on top of him. King in his underwear and all I was wearing was a t-shirt that seemed to belong to him. I guess he didn't put underwear on me for a reason, easy access maybe. I start by kissing his chest and making my way up towards his face. Taking a nibble here and there, he reach to touch me but I take his arms pinning them down to the mattress. Telling him to keep his hands right there and not move then unless I give him permission.

"Yes my Queen." King says in return to my demand.

Locking my lips with his, I fall into the trap of being loved without boundaries, exposing more than my body, I give him something that no one has ever had, my mind and soul.

"I don't want to start something again I can't finish King, because your ass is mine. How long did they say before room service arrive?"

"Twenty minutes from the time I called. Don't worry, I ordered a few things we could use." King smiled and kissed my forehead.