Part 42

Parts 42

"Queen I'm so sorry, I wanted our first time to be explosive, and I feel that I didn't give you that. You've touched me in ways I never knew could happen, and I promise to make this up to you."

"There's nothing for you to make up. You're assuming that it wasn't explosive for me but you never asked. There's a connection that we have that's far greater than any sexual encounter that you or I may have with anyone else. Something as simple as your touch arouses me. When you sing in my ear alone, it's like; like making love to me slowly gazing into my soul while telling me all of the reasons you love me."

"I know the connection oh to well. I just wanted to give you fireworks in the bedroom; well floor, and make you come until you pass out."

"You're missing my point, I had those fireworks and; the not coming part was my fault because I held them all back. I'm more worried about satisfying you."

As we spoke a little longer we came to the conclusion that we just need to let go of our fears of not satisfying the other, because all we are doing it limiting ourselves. We were already pleasing one another, but was so geared up on making the other react the way we assume most people react when they're being satisfied. The fact of the matter is, I need to relax more, which will hopefully loosen up my sweet box for him to enter at his leisure. I think because I held back so many before he went to go inside me, my G-spot was swollen to the max and it doesn't help that my area is small to begin with. 

We took a shower together, which got us right back in the same mood that got us here. This time I wanted King to take control, it's nothing like wanting someone in you but they can't get in you. I didn’t need that to happen this time too, so in the shower, in the tub, on the bed, floor, table, balcony, you name it we did it and did it well. By the time we came too it was well after midnight and we were both hungry to the point that looking at one another was a turn off. We got ourselves cleaned up and headed out into the City streets of Atlanta looking for a late night restaurant. We may have walked around for about twenty minutes before we found a spot that was open until 2:30 am on Peachtree St NW. The atmosphere was great and the food was even better. For about thirty minutes we ate in silence, not because we didn’t hav4e anything to talk about but because hunger took over. We would fill our mouths, look at one another, smile, and giggle. It took us a total of forty minutes, if not a little more to come up for a breather, and be able to actually hold a conversation. Nothing needed to be said, we just sat back and laughed.

King told me that he needed to use the restroom and he needed me to come with him. Without asking, I followed. A few guys looked at me surprised when I walked in behind him, took a second, and just smiled. King told me to sit on the sink for him while he handled his business at the urinal. I know the reason for this is to keep me safe, but this was the most uncomfortable thing I’ve done without a fuss; but now wasn’t the time to tell him how I felt, I’ve leave that discussion for the hotel room. I kept my head down so any men that came in didn’t feel like I was looking at them, the last thing I needed was another incident that would cause King to flip his lid.

We got back to our table, King pulled out my seat, but never sat down himself. I looked around and there he was, on one knee behind me.