Part 41 Note: Explicit and Sexually Detailed

Part 41 Note: Explicit and Sexually Detailed

Releasing my guard completely, only after room service left. I know that there's things I don't know, but I'm going to allow my feelings and love for him to guide me. I remove my tee, dropping it right where I stood. Softly walked up behind King, putting my thumbs on the inside of his briefs at his hips. Kissing down his back, while I inch down his underwear bit by bit. When I got to the beginning of the crack of his ass, he jolted, but stayed put. I continue on my journey to free him of these man-made garments, biting at his firm solid butt cheeks. Stepping out one foot, than the other, is fling his underwear across the room. He turns around and bends to meet me face to face,

"Don't do what you don't want to do, we have all the time in the World."

I plant my lips on his, forcing him to the floor, climbing up the side of his rock hard body. Rubbing my leg against his semi hard package. Sticking my tongue in his mouth and pulling it out slowly, down his bottom lip, to his chin. Licking and kissing his neck, he scratches my back just enough to make me shiver. Down his chest, biting and sucking at his pierced nipples. Sliding my hands down his side so I can straddle him, placing my hot sweet package on top of his. I can feel him jerk beneath me but that doesn't stop the mission I plan to conquer. Licking between each defined muscle, I reach his navel but don't stop there. My mouth on his tip, stroking his head with my tongue, licking in circles, pressing my tongue against him watching his facial expressions that are telling me I'm on point in what in doing.

Making sure I stroke him evenly, slightly pressing my tongue down the bottom his shaft stimulating that thick vein, using my hands to stroke the parts of him I can't fit. My saliva makes it that much easier and by his moans and screams I think his body concurs. King gently grabs the back of my head with both hands, yelling out my name, his body trembles, and stiffens. He pulls my hair to get me off, fighting against him I know he's going to reach his point, and I want to keep all of him to myself. I kept at it, moving a little faster, his hands drops to his sides, and only his body goes limp, everything else is still seeking attention, and I'm ready to deliver.

Rubbing my juices up his thigh, as soon as I position myself to place his tip at the opening of me, he grabs me, and flips me over.

"You had your way with me, making love to me in a way that dug deep into me, breaking down every wall. Now it's my turn to love your soul as you did mine. I want you to relax, do as I say, if it becomes too much just say so."

As I lay on the floor on my stomach I moan in agreement, because my guard is already down, I'm just waiting for him to penetrate through my being. King straddles me from the rear, parking his hardness between my butt cheeks, pressing his body against mine. Gyrating his hips while he sings softly but deep in my ear. Surprised by the lyrics, because it's not any of the songs I've heard him sing before, the lyrics were sexual, and instantly gratifying. I whispered that I wanted him in me, I needed him in me. Without further debate, he satisfy my want and need, by blessing me with an inch at a time.

Lifting my hips, he tries to gently go inch by inch but even with all that I've been through, my lady part rejects his size by squeezing every inch he introduce into me.

"Oh damn, your so tight. I need you to relax."

"I am relaxed, this is me not relaxed." Looking back at him, I squeezed my walls.

"Oh my Queen, oh my Queen, fuck fuck." King screams out letting off his second, inside of me.

I'm not worried about him coming in me, we are both clean, and in love so that's the least of my worries. My biggest worry at this point is him being satisfied. As for me, I'm satisfied with what we've done so far, satisfied enough that I purposely held back at least eight orgasms.

Two from sucking on him, three from his hardness being between my butt cheeks, and three with him just sticking in the tip. It could be the fact he was singing dirty to me and I love it.